Many people originally thought that the battle between Wang Gang and Jia Zhengliang was a battle between dragons and tigers, but they did not expect that the battle ended so quickly.

Jia Zhengliang was unable to fight back in Wang Gang's hands.

The speed and power Wang Gang showed was actually stronger and faster than in the first game. They were like two people.

Jia Zhengliang was hit into the wall by Wang Gang and did not react for a long time.

Just as the referee was about to declare Wang Gang the winner, Jia Zhengliang said painfully: "Wait a minute, I haven't lost yet."

Wang Gang turned around in surprise and saw that Jia Zhengliang was getting down from the wall with difficulty, holding his stomach, but his eyes showed unyielding will.

"You're quite resistant to being beaten." Wang Gang smiled.

Jia Zhengliang coughed and trembled a little as he walked, but he still walked over slowly.

The referee asked worriedly: "Can you still fight?"

Jia Zhengliang exhaled, endured the pain, and said, "I'm fine."

The referee looked at Wang Gang again, and Wang Gang waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter.

"The game continues." The referee waved his hand, signaling Wang Gang and Jia Zhengliang to continue.

Jia Zhengliang was not careless this time. He took out twelve flying knives from his back and circled them around him to prevent Wang Gang from attacking again.

However, Wang Gang was not in a hurry to take action this time. Instead, he watched Jia Zhengliang's flying knife with great interest.

"Control objects?" Wang Gang asked curiously: "You can control twelve flying knives at one time, you must be very powerful!"

Jia Zhengliang gritted his teeth and said, "I was careless just now, and now you have no chance."

Twelve flying knives turned into twelve streams of light and shot towards Wang Gang's body.

The flying knives were so fast that they could not be seen clearly with the eyes, but Wang Gang was walking among the twelve flying knives as if he were taking a leisurely stroll in a garden.

Jia Zhengliang's eyes widened. In fact, many people's eyes widened.

Wang Gang did not show any extraordinary movement skills or extraordinary speed. He just slowly approached Jia Zhengliang at a normal walking speed. Twelve flying knives were flying around him. Every time they were about to hit him, they were avoided by a hair's breadth.

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Jia Zhengliang was concentrating on controlling the flying knives, and the twelve streams of light were getting faster and faster, but they could not hurt Wang Gang at all.

In the stands, Zhang Chulan said to Feng Baobao in surprise: "Sister Bao'er, how did Brother Gang do it? His speed is obviously not as fast as the flying knife, why can he avoid it?"

Feng Baobao stared blankly at the flying knives on the field, unable to answer Zhang Chulan at all.

Zhang Chulan looked at Feng Xingtong again.

Feng Xingtong shook his head and said he didn't know either.

At this time, Feng Xingtong's sister Feng Shayan sat next to her younger brother and explained: "That Wang Gang seemed unhappy, but he always predicted the direction of the flying knife's attack and avoided it in advance."

Feng Xingtong said in surprise: "You can't even see the flying knife at such a fast speed, how can you predict it?"

"How do I know?" Feng Shayan said with an ugly face.

Only then did Feng Xingtong remember that his sister and Wang Gang were in the same group and they would eventually meet each other.

?At this time, Wang Gang had already walked in front of Jia Zhengliang. Instead of hurting him, the twelve flying knives almost hit Jia Zhengliang several times because they were too close.

It's not that Jia Zhengliang doesn't want to distance himself from Wang Gang, but his mind is on the flying knife. Once he retreats and loses focus, he will be even less likely to hurt Wang Gang.

On the rostrum, Lu Jin stared at Wang Gang's figure and said in surprise: "Old Master, how did this young man do it?"

The old Heavenly Master muttered: "It's very simple. Use your powerful perception ability to predict the movement of the flying knives in advance and avoid them one step at a time."

Lu Jin said in surprise: "His perception ability is actually higher than that of flying knives. You must know that Jia Zhengliang's flying knives have exceeded the speed of sound at this time, right?"

The old master pointed at his head and said: "Old Lu, do you think it is the voice that is faster or the thoughts that are faster?"

"Of course it's because of my quick thinking." Lu Jin didn't understand why the Heavenly Master asked this.

Master Tian smiled and said nothing, and watched the game seriously again.

Wang Gang had completely adapted to the speed of Jia Zhengliang's flying knife and didn't want to play anymore. He waved his right hand and the flying knife disappeared.

Jia Zhengliang was shocked. Twelve flying knives were connected to his Qi Qi. One of them lost contact. How could he not be shocked?

But what was even more surprising was what happened next. As Wang Gang waved his right hand, flying knives disappeared out of thin air, as if by magic.

When there were only three flying knives left, Jia Zhengliang could no longer care about anything else, quickly retreated and withdrew the flying knives.

"How did you do that?" Jia Zhengliang completely lost contact with the nine flying knives.

You know, these flying knives accompany him day and night, nourished by Qi, and they have never lost contact.

Feng Shayan in the stands stood up with wide eyes.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Feng Xingtong asked.

"Space energy?" Feng Shayan said: "I sense space energy in Wang Gang."

Feng Shayan is a congenital alien, and her awakened powers are related to space, so her perception of space energy is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Jia Zhengliang's flying knife was received into the golden finger space by Wang Gang.

Wang Gang's space cannot collect living objects, but Jia Zhengliang's flying knife is not a living object and can be collected as long as it is touched by Wang Gang.

In other words, Wang Gang can be said to be the nemesis of all means of controlling objects.

"It's impossible for you to defeat me, just admit defeat." Wang Gang said to Jia Zhengliang calmly.

Jia Zhengliang's face was gloomy, but his unyielding eyes did not weaken.

"I don't know what means you used, but I will not admit defeat."

While talking, Jia Zhengliang poured all his Qi into the three remaining flying knives.

"I found that it seems that my flying knife can only disappear if you touch it. In other words, as long as it is too fast for you to touch, I can defeat you." Jia Zhengliang said solemnly.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three flying knives wrapped in energy rushed towards Wang Gang at extremely high speed. The speed was more than twice as fast as before, and it was getting faster and faster.

This time, Wang Gang was not able to dodge so calmly. He had to spread his body skills and fly left and right to avoid the attack.

"Wrap Qi around the flying knife to reduce air resistance and increase the speed of the flying knife?" Wang Gang said while dodging.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jia Zhengliang was unable to speak at this time. The flying knife was so fast that it was difficult for him to control it.

Finally, a flying knife broke through Wang Gang's perception speed and scratched his shoulder.

Wang Gang also became serious, and he froze for a moment. Jia Zhengliang saw the opportunity, and the speed of the three flying knives reached the extreme, and they stabbed Wang Gang's chest hard.

"Ah!" Zhang Chulan screamed in the stands.

"No, he was not stabbed by the knife." Feng Baobao suddenly said.

Jia Zhengliang also noticed something was wrong at this time. Three flying knives were inserted into Wang Gang's chest. However, he felt great resistance as soon as they penetrated Wang Gang's chest, and it was difficult to penetrate deeper.

As soon as Wang Gang touched his right hand, the three flying knives were retracted into the space.

Jia Zhengliang completely lost control of the flying knife. His energy relaxed and his energy came back, spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

Wang Gang said calmly: "Do you want to continue the competition?"

Jia Zhengliang spent 80% of his skills on flying knives. Now that all twelve flying knives have been taken away by Wang Gang, he has no chance of winning.

But he hasn't given up yet. Without the flying knives, he still has his fists and feet, and the "Running Palm" inherited from his family.

"Ah!" Jia Zhengliang waved his palm and hit Wang Gang, still trying to make a death struggle.

Wang Gang lost his patience, struck first, and punched Jia Zhengliang in the abdomen.

This time, Jia Zhengliang was not beaten away because Wang Gang did not use bright force, but dark force. The fist force hit Jia Zhengliang's internal organs, but there was no sign of any abnormality on the outside.

Jia Zhengliang collapsed and knelt at Wang Gang's feet.

The referee found that Jia Zhengliang had fainted and declared Wang Gang the winner.

After handing Jia Zhengliang to the referee, Wang Gang took out twelve throwing knives.

The flying knife is Jia Zhengliang's royal possession. Wang Gang can take it away but cannot use it. Keeping it takes up space, so it is better to return it.

When Wang just walked out of the arena, he unexpectedly saw Wang Ye.

Wang Ye seemed to be waiting for Wang Gang on purpose. When they met, he said, "The first punch you gave Jia Zhengliang was quite interesting."

Wang Gang nodded and said, "I would also like to thank you and Zhuge Qing for your amazing magic techniques that helped me understand some things."

Wang Ye narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you also a Qimen warlock?"

Wang Gang said mysteriously: "Guess."

After saying that, Wang Gang turned around and left without communicating too much with Wang Ye.

But what Wang Gang didn't expect was that he encountered a sandstorm again just after taking a few steps.

Wang Gang has met this eldest lady of Tianxiahui twice and has not spoken to her a few times. He still prefers to make friends with Feng Shayan's younger brother Feng Xingtong.

"Are you also a person with spatial powers?" Feng Shayan got into the topic as soon as she came up, as arrogant as ever, rather than asking, it was better to question.

"I don't think I need to tell you!" Wang Gang frowned and said slightly unhappy.
To be continued...