Gan Yuhan's body's twisting was truly bizarre.
This kind of movement, if done by an ordinary person, would definitely break their spine.
However.
Gan Yuhan not only did it but also easily dodged the strong man's attack.
"The Cat Demon Race should have cat-like traits, right? So, are cats really liquid?"
Baiyu thought of this old joke in his mind.
On site, only Baiyu knew she was sub-human, while the rest were still marveling at Gan Yuhan's flexibility, unable to understand the principle behind the movement just now.
Dodging this strike.
The gleaming steel claw slashed down.
Six bloody marks were carved directly across the strong man's chest.
He cried out in pain, retreating repeatedly, blood streaming down his chest, looking extremely miserable.
Gan Yuhan could have struck harder, even severely injuring her opponent, but she ultimately did not do so. After all, this was just a student contest.
The outcome was decided; there was no need to make a lethal move.
"It's over."
