Under the blessing of Zhong Wudao's yin and yang spiritual energy, the mountain-like turtle shell released extremely huge gravity, shrouding Tang Feng head-on.
At this time, everyone standing under the martial arts platform could clearly see that cracks were spreading from Tang Feng's feet, and even a deep footprint was left under Tang Feng's feet.
"With three tortoise patterns, Senior Brother Zhong is indeed a rare cultivation genius. His tortoise shell can almost compete with a third-level warrior of the Yin-Yang Realm."
"Junior Brother Tang looks like he is going to lose. There is no way he can stop him. Moreover, it can be seen that he is almost at the end of his life."
Everyone in the audience whispered. Although Tang Feng was still gritting his teeth and supporting himself, the situation was quite unfavorable to him.
The golden luster of the divine fire armor condensed from three thousand divine fires dimmed a little bit, and cracks appeared like thin lines due to the strong pressure of the turtle shell.
"It seems that I still underestimate the Great World Sect members, but this is not my limit!" Tang Feng gritted his teeth, and the three thousand divine fires in his body suddenly burned regardless of the cost.
Waves of golden divine fire poured out, and Tang Feng looked like a burning man, but this divine fire did not flow into the divine fire armor to supplement it.
At this time, Tang Feng's big hand suddenly reached up, and a true dragon's hand that was mixed with divine fire and the only remaining true blood of the divine dragon in his body was condensed.
The dark golden real dragon's hand did not seem to be substantial, but its teeth and claws were extremely ferocious and sharp. It suddenly rushed out and directly slapped the turtle shell in the sky.
There was a sudden rumble in the sky, and the mountain turtle shell that was originally pressed down by the head was shaken and forcefully knocked half an inch away.
"How is that possible? What kind of martial skill is this?"
Zhong Wudao suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't believe the scene in front of him. He really couldn't believe that even though he was trying his best, the other party was still able to fight back.
Taking advantage of this short period of time, Tang Feng took a breath and slapped the turtle's hand upwards again, shaking the turtle shell like a hill again.
Zhong Wudao could no longer speak. At this time, he had obviously felt the terror of that big hand. He gritted his teeth and circulated his spiritual energy, controlling the turtle shell to keep pressing down.
At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind, which was to crush the boy who was going there into a pulp.
At this moment, the real dragon's hand smacked upward again, and there was a clang, like the impact of metal delivery. The sharp sound of breaking through the air pierced everyone's eardrums, and the hill-like turtle shell was knocked away by half an inch again.
"Break the true dragon's hand!" Tang Feng suddenly exhaled and shouted. Under the infusion of the true dragon's blood, the true dragon's hand suddenly grew larger and became ferocious and terrifying, and suddenly grabbed the turtle shell of the mountain above.
Tang Feng shook it with his big hand, and then the turtle shell like a hill was thrown away by the terrifying big hand.
Pfft...
The shell of the mountain tortoise was forcibly broken open. Zhong Wudao immediately felt that his spiritual energy was like a dam bursting. On the spot, his blood surged and he vomited blood. He staggered and was unable to stand still due to the blood.
At this time, he wanted to recall the mountain turtle shell for defense, but it was already beyond his capabilities.
Tang Feng jumped over and used the Golden Dragon Fist, sending his whole body flying with a bang.
Like a tortoise shell that had returned to its original state and fell to the ground, Zhong Wudao was hit hard and fell to the ground. He kept vomiting blood, his internal organs were turbulent, his breath was disordered, and he was unable to get up at all.
Tang Feng swept over with his back foot, stepped on his chest, and said condescendingly: "Zhong Wudao, have you lost? Do you want to admit defeat?"
Zhong Wudao suddenly fell into a daze. It seemed that he still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and shouted hysterically: "I lost. I am the eighteenth on the list of the sect's little geniuses. How could I
Lose, never, I will never lose, and I will never admit defeat!"
Tang Feng's eyes narrowed and he said: "According to the rules of the martial arts arena, if the defeated person refuses to admit defeat, then..."
When the people in the audience heard this, their expressions suddenly changed. As Xuanwu Sect disciples, everyone knew that if Zhong Wudao refused to admit defeat now, then Tang Feng would have reason to take action again.
Either to destroy Zhong Wudao, or to take the opponent's life, as long as it is on the martial arts platform, this is in compliance with the rules of martial arts, and the sect will not be held accountable afterwards.
"Damn it, I, a great genius of my generation, can actually lose. My turtle shell can't be mobilized. It's really abominable. It's absolutely impossible for me to admit defeat!" Zhong Wudao roared repeatedly.
Tang Feng didn't waste any more words and immediately raised his big hand, preparing to give the opponent a fatal blow.
However, at this moment, a loud voice like a bell suddenly came from the top of the mountain: "Tang Feng, stop!"
This voice was very familiar to Tang Feng. Even if he didn't look back, he already knew that the speaker was Ren Ye, the peak master of Turtle Back Peak, so he stopped immediately.
As the voice fell, a slender, elegant and unrestrained figure floated down from the mountain peak.
"Greetings to the Lord of the Peak!" All Turtle Back Peak disciples, including Tang Feng, bowed their hands in salute.
Ren Ye just nodded, waved his hand slightly, and a black-yellow aura surged out and shot into Zhong Wudao's body, apparently stabilizing the opponent's injuries.
At this time, Zhong Wudao gathered his strength and staggered to his feet.
Ren Ye's calm eyes swept over the two of them one by one, and said calmly: "The winner has been decided, let's call it a day."
Zhong Wudao said: "But Master..."
Ren Ye waved his hand and interrupted him: "Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. If you can't afford to lose at this point, not to mention you will be ridiculed by the other seven peaks. How can you talk about the path of martial arts in the future?"
Zhong Wudao immediately lowered his head and did not dare to speak anymore. He clenched his fists tightly, his body was shaking, and his whole body was filled with unwillingness.
Ren Ye seemed to turn a blind eye to this. Of course, even if he saw him, he would not say anything. As the saying goes, it is up to the individual to lead the master to practice. The road to martial arts is far away, and everyone has his or her own way to go.
Glancing at Tang Feng slightly, Ren Ye continued: "Since you two are competing for Turtle Pond, and now that Tang Feng wins, the Turtle Pond quota will belong to him. Do you have any objection?"
Zhong Wudao clenched his fists tighter and said, "What the master teaches is that the disciple is willing to accept defeat."
Ren Ye's expression was still calm, and he turned to look at Tang Feng, looking like he was hesitating to speak, but in the end he said nothing.
"Let's all disperse. After Turtle Pond, Fengmai will fight. I hope you can practice well during this period and don't lose the face of our Turtle Back Peak!" After Ren Ye finished speaking, he disappeared into thin air.
