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Chapter 1293 - 1293 646 In this ordinary life I am slowly decaying

Chapter 1293: 646 In this ordinary life, I am slowly decaying (4500 filling the pit)_2 Chapter 1293: 646 In this ordinary life, I am slowly decaying (4500 filling the pit)_2 Finally, with a bang, he collided with many students sitting cross-legged.

These students were all clad in yellow fighting suits, hailing from Dual Ivy Junior High School. They scrambled to their feet in a disarray, creating a scene of chaos.

“Admitted.”

In the center of the venue, the figure in the white fighting suit nodded slightly. Even though he seemed agreeable in victory, his expressionless face and undisturbed eyes suggested an inexplicable sense of mockery. Was it boredom? Did he feel that his opponents were too weak?

Right then, the head senior brother of Dual Ivy Junior High’s Fighting Society stood up, a man with a buzz-cut, strong and muscular. Taking a step forward, the chief senior brother of Dual Ivy’s Fighting Society focused intently on the figure ahead.

“Phil, it’s time for me to challenge you!”

At the middle of the venue, the back of the white fighting suit turned, revealing Phil’s face. Different from half a year ago, Phil now seemed to have hit a crazy growth spurt in his teens, shooting up in height within just six months. Standing at 186 centimeters, he was tall and robust, with broad shoulders and a resolute, cool face. With each breath, he exuded a sense of powerful vigor.

He turned around, his shoulder muscles stretching the fighting suit tight, the pleats highlighting his puffed-up chest. Strong hands placed at his sides, the powerful lines of his muscles were clearly visible, with black veins subtly throbbing.

“You?” Phil looked at the senior brother of Dual Ivy’s Fighting Society and slowly shook his head. “How many more people from your Fighting Society haven’t gone yet? Why don’t you all come together? I’m short on time; I still have a sparring session with my junior sister later…”

“You!” The senior brother from Dual Ivy’s Fighting Society appeared slightly angered.

Behind him, one by one, the figures in yellow fighting suits also stood up. Even the two main coaches of the Fighting Society from Dual Ivy Junior High furrowed their brows deeply. This youngster’s arrogance had pricked them as well.

“If the two coaches would like to join, too, I don’t mind…” Phil slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across all the people in the venue.

“If there are other Fighting Societies… who want to join as well, come together.”

“I’m in a hurry.”

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

A flurry of students wearing different colored fighting suits suddenly stood up, rushing towards the white-clad figure at the very center of the Fighting Field.

“Not bad…” A small curve formed at the corner of Phil’s mouth.

Five minutes later, bang, bang, bang, bang!

A succession of lightning-fast impacts echoed through the venue.

A black silhouette moved agilely, footsteps heavy and strong as if an elephant was stamping its foot. Arms swinging, they created a vortex of fierce winds. His speed was so fast that to the other Fighting Society members, Phil’s arms left a series of afterimages, as if transforming into eight limbs striking consecutively.

Around him, the coaches of the various school Fighting Societies and invited combat experts were all driven backward, unable to retaliate or match him—overpowered in strength, speed, and skill. Could it be that Snowfluff Fighting Society had such a formidable fighter?

“Moo!” Suddenly, a bellow like that of an elephant roared across mid-air.

Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art, Elephant Roaring Sound!

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! The strong arms swept like a trunk, knocking away the surrounding attacking figures, unable to withstand it.

Hiss! His palm passed through the air, piercing it, and between the five robust fingers, a faint layer of white stream could be seen entwining them.

Secret Technique, Blue Wind Stream!

Thud! A blurred black palm brushed past the face of Dual Ivy’s senior brother, pressing heavily against the wall. Boom! The senior brother stared wide-eyed in fear, holding his breath. Only when the palm was lifted did he find a tiny cut and droplet of blood on his earlobe, faintly painful.

His heart pounding, he turned his head to look at the wall behind.

There, a deep palm print had been indented into the smooth contour. The force from Phil’s near-miss attack was painful enough; a direct hit on the face would surely have been disastrous…

The senior brother from Dual Ivy’s Fighting Society swallowed hard. He looked at Phil, whose expression remained blank, his gaze so indifferent it verged on boredom.

“You’re very strong!”

The senior brother’s voice trembled, even carrying a hint of admiration.

“No, I am not strong enough, not at all…”

Phil shook his head, his expression showing waves of emotion for the first time.

His gaze was hollow, as if reliving something.

It took him a long time to snap back to the present and ask the head senior brother of the Fighting Society.

“Can you smell it? The stench on me, the smell of decay…”

“No, there isn’t even the smell of sweat.”

The senior brother shook his head vigorously. The lack of sweat on Phil was even more terrifying, it meant he hadn’t exerted himself fully.

Listening to the senior brother from Dual Ivy’s Fighting Society, Phil murmured to himself, “I can feel it, slowly rotting away… from spirit to physical body, in this overly mundane high school life, in stagnant water, gradually decaying and stinking. Teacher, where have you gone, you were supposed to take me away…”

He lowered his head, silently looking at his strong and sinewy hands.

Five fingers, gradually clenching tightly into a fist.

“Is this a test? Is this a test from my teacher?”

“Mundane and boring…”

“Such a test is even more torturous than a lethal crisis!”

Crack! Suddenly, the large doors of the Fighting Field were flung open.

Outside, a strong and healthy female silhouette walked in.