Yu Anjun's muscles in his hands also swelled, and he faced the attack head-on. However, the moment he took the hand, his eyes suddenly bulged, and his eyes were about to burst. He took a few steps forward and coughed up a ball of blood foam from his mouth.
Zhuang Wudao was also extremely shocked in his mind. Yun'er's palm smashed the monument and cracked the stone. It seemed to be powerful and fierce. However, he didn't use any force at all. The moment he took the palm, his body was already floating backward.
Fei made Yu Anjun's twenty-two elephants hit the empty space with all their might. Instead, his heart was shaken.
Floating ten feet away, Zhuang Wudao just stabilized his figure and swept forward again. Another palm print came out, but it was light and had no momentum. However, when Yu Anjun bumped into him like a mad tiger, he used his palms again
When it was shaken hard, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked again.
The surrounding broken iron wood was blown away by the strong wind. The ten-foot-wide bluestone slab below was also cracked into dozens of pieces.
Not only was Yu Anjun collided by the surging force of the counter-shock, his body flew backwards like a broken sack, Zhuang Wudao also drifted back, but after only one foot, he set foot on the ground again. His toes touched the ground.
The moment the stone slab came into contact, countless deep cracks spread in all directions.
Zhuang Wudao has been completely numb. At this moment, 'Yun'er' can control every muscle, every bone, every meridian, and even every bit of flesh and blood on his body. Just now, the tip of his toes touched the ground.
In an instant, Yu Anjun's palm force was easily guided underground.
And when his figure was gliding forward like a civet, Yu Anjun was still flying in mid-air, and had not yet resolved the power of his palms. His copper bell-like eyes were full of surprise and disbelief.
The strength of the two men was very different. Zhuang Wudao could only outshine the power of the three elephants. However, with just three palms, Yun'er had forced Yu Anjun to a desperate situation.
However, in the next moment, Yu Anjun let out another tiger roar. He spat out a mouthful of blood again, but his figure forcibly stopped retreating and plummeted downwards like a meteor in mid-air.
The whole body was full of energy, so that everyone watching the battle twenty feet away could feel the strong wind blowing against their faces. A pair of fleshy palms also swelled to the extreme. The palm force had not yet reached, but just the wind discharged from the palms made the ground dent three times.
ruler.
"Pseudo Wushuang, Full True Seal!"
Just when Zhuang Wudao thought that Yun'er must use mystical powers to deal with it, Yun'er's figure suddenly stopped, but he did not avoid or dodge, nor did he resist forcefully. Instead, he used the posture of Subduing Dragon and Subduing Tiger Fist, changing his palms into claws
, used his strength. After grabbing Yu Anjun's body from a distance, he suddenly pulled him to the lower right!
The slightest difference caused Yu Anjun's palm to deflect from the side and hit the ground. For a moment, the ground shook and smoke and dust flew up.
Xia Miao looked at it from a distance and was stunned for a long time before she finally regained consciousness.
"Although I can't stand this guy Yu Anjun, his ability is real. How come he is so unbearable after facing Zhuang Wudao? I remember more than ten days ago, during the competition hall test, although Zhuang Wudao was strong, he was not so good.
It’s far from being so perverted—”
Kong Hui was also silent for a while, with confusion in his eyes. At this time, Yu Anjun could only be described as 'unbearable'? It was completely a joke!
It was as if he was being controlled by Zhuang Wudao like a toy, and he was no match at all!
Beitang Wan'er said expressionlessly: "The slightest difference in strength is the difference of a thousand miles. Yu Anjun's strength is not as good as others, and the other changes in his moves and movements are not as good as his opponent. It is natural to lose to Zhuang Wudao.
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Beitang Wan'er knew in her heart that this was not the case. Although Zhuang Wudao had some advantages, it was not easy to bring all of these advantages into play.
Today's scene also reminded him of the battle on the ferry. Zhuang Wudao's boxing skills when he defeated him were just as amazing as today.
On the contrary, it was the fight between the two at Beitang's house a few days ago. Although Zhuang Wudao also defeated her, he relied more on his deep cultivation and foundation.
The smoke and dust gradually dispersed, and everyone could slowly see the scene in the distance clearly. A deep pit with a radius of ten feet appeared on the ground, and Yu Anjun was standing up unsteadily. The blood dripping from the corner of his mouth had stained his chest.
It became bright red.
Before he could stand firm, a black figure had already flashed over. One hand grabbed Yu Anjun's neck, and then he knocked him upside down, smashing his entire head into the ground!
There was another muffled bang, and smoke and dust rose again. When everyone could see clearly again, they saw that half of Yu Anjun's body was buried in the ground. With his head as the center, the ground sunk into the ground by nearly ten feet, surrounded by
Radioactive cracks. As for Yu Anjun, there was no movement at all. He must have fallen into a coma, with large amounts of blood oozing out.
The referee, who was forced to stand far away, hurriedly called several instructors and began to rescue him. He dug Yu Anjun out of the ground and hurriedly carried him away.
Xia Miao glanced sideways, and then the corners of her lips twitched. Yu Anjun's image at this time was already miserable. The bridge of his nose was collapsed, his right arm was broken, his face was covered in blood, and the back of his head was swollen.
"I haven't even used a mysterious magic power——"
Kong Hui looked at the still uninjured figure in the field, murmuring in his mouth.
Unlike before, when Yun Bo took the initiative to give in, Zhuang Wudao truly defeated the powerful enemy without relying on mystical powers.
"To see Yu Anjun in such a miserable state, these thousand taels of gold are not a loss."
"A thousand taels of gold is indeed not a loss. I wonder if the Xiahou family can get back the 20,000 taels of gold?"
Xia Miao answered casually, but narrowed her eyes slightly and looked to the other side. She could clearly see opposite Gai Qiancheng and Dong Lihan, both of whom had strange lights in their eyes. They were also looking at each other.
He looked at Zhuang Wu Dao, and his eyes were not only curious but also interested.
"In the past two years, there haven't been many things in Soochow that could interest these two people."
At this time, Zhuang Wudao was still standing upright in the field like a javelin. Yu Anjun had been defeated, but Zhuang Wudao had not given up control of his body. He was still talking to Yun'er in his mind.
"The sword master is ready to challenge the top three? I wonder which one it is?"
Zhuang Wudao was hesitant. He had such a plan before. However, after seeing Yu Anjun's previous actions, he had no confidence.
"Since the sword master can't make the decision, how about I make the choice?"
"you?"
Zhuang Wudao was stunned. With Yun'er's martial arts attainments, he was certainly confident. Even Gai Qian Cheng and Dong Li Han were even more powerful than Yu Anjun.
The same strength of ten points can be doubled or even more in Yun'er's hands. But in his own hands, it would be about five or six points at most.
"Exactly!"
During the exchange of ideas, Yun'er had already turned around and looked in a certain direction.
"The fourth Zhuang Wudao challenges the first Gai Qiancheng!"
When the words fell, all the sounds behind the school grounds quickly disappeared. A series of eyes looked at him in surprise, confusion, or excitement.
First they looked at Zhuang Wudao, and then they focused on Gai Qiancheng. Then there were loud noises. Surprisingly, no one commented, they all just watched intently.
Even among the dozens of instructors and disciples from the Wu Jing Gym present, no one had any intention of ridiculing him.
He became famous in Wu Jing across a thousand cities, and within a few years he had no rivals. Both Tianshuang Hanzhang and Sanmingyin Kung Fu were famous.
However, the battle between Zhuang Wudao and Yu Anjun just now, without using mystical skills, defeated the enemy with four moves, was also shocking! He definitely has the qualifications to compete with Gai Qiancheng.
It can even be said that the fight between Zhuang Wudao and Gai Qiancheng was already within everyone's expectations.
The only thing I didn't expect was that this battle would come so early. Zhuang Wudao had just defeated Yu Anjun and directly challenged him.
Zhuang Wudao was speechless, his heart churning.
"My strength is far inferior to that of Gai Qian City, but I still occupy a high position. I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate."
"There is nothing inappropriate. Only when people are under pressure can they strive to grow."
"There's only a little more than a moment left. Do you have enough time?"
"So if we want to fight quickly, it won't take long. Sword Master, don't you think it's too late to say this now?"
Zhuang Wudao smiled bitterly, knowing that it was useless. Yun'er had always cut first and then played, so there was no way he could back down at this moment.
But——quick victory? But I don’t know how Yun’er can find a quick solution?
"interesting!"
Na Gai Qiancheng walked out of the crowd with an indifferent expression. He was of medium height and had a face like a crown jewel. However, his energy was as cold as a piece of ice, making people subconsciously avoid him.
"Ever since I entered the fifth level of Qi training, no one in Soochow has dared to fight me for a full year. You——"
The words suddenly stopped, and 'Zhuang Wudao' waved his hand impatiently, indicating that he was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.
Na Gai Qiancheng's face turned green, then he quickened his pace and stood about twenty feet opposite Zhuang Wudao.
The instructor in charge of the referee looked at the completely shattered ironwood ring in front of him and the mess on the ground, but he hesitated for a while. Hesitantly looked towards Master Feng Xuan who was sitting in the hall to the north, and asked for instructions.
Meaning.
The latter remained motionless and said nothing, as if he didn't see it at all. But 'Zhuang Wudao' over there urged again: "It's time to start!"
Although Gai Qiancheng did not speak, he nodded slightly to express his approval, with a sneer on his face.
The referee instructor sighed helplessly: "The venue here has not been cleared yet. But since you two insist on doing this, there is nothing I can do about it. But you two will not regret it afterwards!"
Shaking the copper bell in his hand, another crisp ringing sound suddenly sounded. Gai Qiancheng's hands and arms formed layers of ice almost instantly. The ground below was also covered with thin ice. His feet slid against the ground, like birds on the lake.
, light and swift. And wherever it passed, almost all the water vapor formed ice crystals.
Zhuang Wudao still stood on the spot without making any movement. He just held the hilt of the Qingyun Sword with his hand.
Pseudo Wushuang, sword-drawing skills!
A sword light like autumn water suddenly flashed——