Seeing Su Xing suddenly flying onto the ring, the audience from all directions did not feel the slightest displeasure, but instead burst into cheers and cheers.
After all, in the eyes of these spectators who come to watch the battle without paying tickets, it doesn't matter who the two sides of the decisive battle are or whether they abide by the rules. The most important thing is that they can enjoy watching it to the fullest.
Seeing Su Xing galloping forward to fight the man in gray, Li Qiuxiang turned pale with fright and hurriedly took Zhu Miao off the ring.
"Ahem..."
Zhu Miao leaned on the seat on the preparation table, endured the pain and opened his eyes, looking up to the ring.
In the blink of an eye, Su Xing had already fought with the man in gray for more than ten rounds. After dozens of punches and kicks in a row, the two of them seemed evenly matched.
Zhu Miao and Li Qiuxiang looked at this scene with shock and fear in their hearts, especially Zhu Miao. He had personally experienced the fists of the man in gray and knew how terrifying the opponent's boxing skills were.
"Brother Miao, do you think Su Xing has a chance to win?" Li Qiuxiang's voice was trembling slightly at this time.
Zhu Miao frowned, watching the battle on the ring solemnly, and didn't reply for a long time.
In his opinion, the two people on the stage just now were just trying their hand at each other without using any energy. The next battle will be a serious one.
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In the huge arena, Su Xing and the man in gray were fighting against each other, with a distance of two feet between them.
"Who are you and why do you want to fight with me?" Su Xing asked coldly.
After the trial just now, Su Xing roughly understood that the opponent's strength was far beyond the ordinary Huayuan realm. Zhu Miao was punched away by the opponent, and it seemed that he did not lose unjustly.
Hearing this, the man in gray raised his lips, assumed a punching posture, and said calmly: "If you defeat me, I will tell you, but I have agreed in advance that you can only use fists and feet, and not the sword on your waist.
"
Su Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and did not respond. Instead, he secretly circulated the energy in his Dantian and Ganghai.
Although he mostly learned swordsmanship during his one-and-a-half-year training in Wanjian Sect, he also practiced several body-refining secret books, and his physical strength was also extremely strong.
He slowly raised his hands and clenched his fingers into fists. The fiery red fire element energy and the milky white Houtian Gang energy gathered on his fists.
The fists were rustling, the wind was turbulent, and circles of air ripples suddenly appeared all around Su Xing, which looked very strange.
After seeing this scene, the atmosphere of the entire venue was obviously pushed to another level. Most of the audience who came to watch the battle were civilians who had never seen such a vision, so they thought that Su Xing was showing something like this.
What a powerful supernatural power.
"bring it on!"
The man in gray clothes took a step forward and waved his hand towards Su Xing, indicating that he should make the first move.
Su Xing still didn't respond, his face grew colder, two sharp rays of light burst out from his pair of starry eyes, and at the same time, his legs kicked off the ground suddenly, and his strong body shot out!
His speed was extremely fast, and the fire energy and acquired energy lingering on his fists created two afterimages on the ring, looking like two long dragons of different colors.
A fist full of power appeared in front of the man in gray in an instant. Facing the terrifying fist wind, the man in gray seemed not to be afraid of danger, turned his fingers into palms, and pushed it out from his chest.
"Whoa!"
A wall of dark brown mud suddenly and strangely popped out of the earth, blocking the man in gray, forming a solid barrier.
"boom!"
The fists hit the thick barrier, and the strong force was dissolved in the blink of an eye, as if the fists hit a ball of soft cotton.
Seeing that his move failed, Su Xing did not dare to stay in the same place for a moment longer, so he pulled away and took a few steps back.
However, the man in gray who was able to punch Zhu Miao away was obviously no ordinary person. The moment he neutralized the power of Su Xing's fist, he had already jumped up, soared in the air, crossed the earth wall and attacked Su Xing.
"Hundred Beasts Fist!"
The man in gray shouted low, and a fist shadow shot out from his left fist. The spinning fist shadow made a roar of beasts on the ring, which made the people in the city feel fear, and some children even started to babble and cry.
"Haha, defeat me!"
The man in gray clothes saw his rapidly attacking fist getting closer and closer to Su Xing, and a ferocious and proud smile immediately appeared on his face.
This Hundred Beast Fist is a mid-level Xuan-level boxing technique. The fist wind when used is not only mixed with terrifying beast sounds, but also has the power of a hundred beasts. No one at the same level can resist it!
"boom!"
Under the roar of the beasts, the shadow of the fierce wind fist struck Su Xing's chest!
However, the next moment, the smile froze on the face of the man in gray.
In his field of vision, Su Xing's chest, which had been hit by the shadow of the fist, dented strangely, and his entire body turned into a ball of mist in the blink of an eye.
What's even more strange is that a fox with nine tails actually walked out of the mist and swallowed up his Hundred Beasts Fist Shadow in one gulp!
"Not good! This is an illusion!"
The man in gray's heart sank, and his expression changed dramatically.
On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly. One side's carelessness and mistakes are absolute opportunities in the eyes of the other side.
Before the man in gray could react, a powerful fist burning with white flames hit the man in gray on the back.
"Bang!"
The iron fist hit the man's back with a muffled sound, but this was not the only sound that sounded in the ears of the man in gray. He could also clearly hear the sound of his own bones breaking!
"ah!!"
Along with a shocking scream, the man in gray was knocked away by Su Xing's punch, and the direction he flew out of the ring happened to be the direction of the feminine young man.
"Run quickly!"
"Run!"
The audience sitting next to the boy saw the figure flying towards them, yelled and ran away in panic.
"interesting."
At this time, the crowd around the feminine young man had already dispersed, but he had a calm face, a smile on his lips, and calmly stretched out a hand.
The snow-white mink fur slipped from his outstretched arm, revealing his skin as white as snow, and the fingers he moved in the air were even more slender than words.
"Certainly."
The young man called out and moved his fingers gently.
The next moment, the figure flying towards him quickly seemed to be suddenly hung up by a rope, and suddenly stopped in front of the young man, suspended in the air.
Su Xing looked at this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his expression gradually became serious.
Although there was a distance of tens of feet between him and the feminine young man, it did not affect his ability to see clearly that the young man had frozen the flying man in gray out of thin air.
"Spiritual formation master?" Su Xing secretly exclaimed in his heart.
It's not like he has never seen the method of controlling objects through the air. Any practitioner whose soul power realm has reached the sixth level of the mortal realm or above can simply retrieve objects through the air.
But being able to suspend an adult in the air all of a sudden was more or less beyond Su Xing's expectations.
"No... I didn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual consciousness in him. This is not the method of a spiritual formation master."
Su Xing quickly secretly denied his conjecture.
"That was not a method of spiritual consciousness. The young man simply used his vitality to lift the man up."
At this time, Di Yueling's voice slowly sounded, and Su Xing's expression changed.
"Master, what you mean is..."
"A martial artist in the Immaculate Realm, and his realm is not low. He should have some kind of magic weapon with a restrained aura that can hide his realm."
"Pure Realm...Martial Disciple..."
Su Xing was shocked by Di Yueling's words and looked at the young man in the distance with surprised eyes.
Only cultivators who are above the Immaculate Realm can release their vitality to achieve the effect of controlling objects with their energy.
At this time, the feminine young man looked at Su Xing with a half-smile, and with a twist of his wrist, he lowered the man in gray clothes from the air.
Several city guards waiting around the ring also rushed to the man in gray and took him away on a stretcher.
The young man wearing a white mink patted the dust on his clothes, waved to Su Xing, and walked away from the venue.
"Young man, congratulations on entering the finals of our warrior exchange meeting. This is your reward, a middle-grade spiritual grass!"
At this time, the referee on the side came over.
"Senior, please give this spiritual grass to the player named Zhu Miao just now. This is his reward."
After Su Xing gave a simple explanation, he quickly followed the feminine young man in the direction of his departure with a solemn look on his face, leaving the referee and the audience with surprised expressions. They did not even respond to the two Zhu Miao in the preparation table.