Leng Wenbin had indeed fallen into his trap. In anger, his pounce action had many flaws. Fu Juncai saw it at a glance and had several tricks in his mind to resolve and quickly counterattack.
The only difference is which one can cause the most damage to Leng Wenbin.
But Fu Juncai never dreamed that Leng Wenbin would suddenly unleash a diamond punch.
The Vajra Fist is not special, nor is it a powerful magical power. It is a common monk move. Its only advantage is that it can be used to attack from a distance or close up.
Under normal circumstances, Leng Wenbin could not threaten Fu Juncai even if he fired a hundred Vajra fists.
But this Vajra Fist was like a stroke of genius, it was delivered flawlessly and just right.
It was as if someone had casually thrown the key into the keyhole from a distance of dozens of meters.
All the tricks Fu Juncai thought of were unable to cope with this sudden Vajra Fist.
This punch didn't seem to be fast, but it caught him off guard, making Fu Juncai's reaction half a beat slower.
For a foundation-building monk, one percent of his breath is enough to kill someone, not to mention his slow reaction. Fu Juncai didn't even have time to resist. He could only do his best and instinctively turned his body to one side, trying to get out of the way.
This Vajra Fist.
It has to be said that Fu Juncai is indeed an excellent monk. Although he did not expect it and his reaction was slow, his outstanding training talent still allowed him to make the most correct evasive action.
The Vajra Fist almost brushed against his body.
Fu Juncai could even feel the sharp punch of the Vajra Fist passing over his face like a blade, causing burning pain.
The placket on the chest made a few swishing sounds and broke open continuously, exposing the chest.
If this were a monk in the Qi Refining Stage, his face would have been cut with several cuts.
Although he was embarrassed, Fu Juncai breathed a sigh of relief: "I finally escaped."
Fortunately, he wasn't really arrogant just now. He was just pretending to be arrogant and actually treated her with all his heart.
Otherwise, this punch will definitely hit.
Just when he thought this, Fu Juncai's eyes lit up, and a dazzling light suddenly bloomed in his sight.
Fu Juncai yelled, feeling burning pain in his eyes, and closed his eyes involuntarily.
Even the consciousness became chaotic under the shining of light.
For a moment, Fu Juncai couldn't see or feel anything.
At this time, Leng Wenbin had already rushed in front of him, and his kick flew out, hitting Fu Juncai in the butt.
Fu Juncai had no resistance and was immediately kicked into the air. He landed on the ground outside the ring with a thud.
The whole place was silent.
The Lingxiao faction was stunned.
Kuangsha Sect and Canghai Sect were stunned.
The Dengli faction was stunned.
Even Leng Wenbin himself maintained his flying posture and was stunned on the spot.
He stared at Fu Juncai lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, his mouth opened, as if he couldn't believe this was true.
An outstanding disciple of the Lingxiao Sect was actually kicked away by him?
Kicked away?
Kicked away?
For a time, only Fu Juncai's painful screams could be heard in the entire martial arts arena.
"What's going on with the referee? Why doesn't he declare my disciple the winner?
Do you want to deny it?"
After a while, Chen Hao's dissatisfied voice sounded.
“In the second competition, Leng Wenbin, a disciple of Dengli Sect, won.
According to the rules of the competition, if the Dengli faction wins, it will score two points, and if the Lingxiao faction loses, it will score zero points. Do the four leaders have any objections?"
The Jindan disciple of the Kuangsha Sect who was in charge of the referee returned to Shenlai. Although he was still surprised, he announced the results of the competition normally.
Lei Tieyin and Wan Hongfei looked at the confused Leng Wenbin on the stage in surprise, shook their heads and said, "No."
No matter what happened to Leng Wenbin, as long as he kicked Fu Juncai out of the ring with a clean kick, he naturally won, and no one could say anything about it.
He Guangming, Miao Shan and Zhan Qiuyun also looked at Leng Wenbin in shock and shook their heads.
The competition just now was simply... beyond their expectations.
Logically speaking, Leng Wenbin does not have this strength.
The three of them did not think that Fu Jun was the most powerful person, and they underestimated their opponents and suffered a disastrous defeat.
Although Fu Juncai deliberately pretended to be arrogant and concealed his caution very well, how could he hide it from the eyes of the Yuanying monks.
But even so, Fu Juncai was still defeated instantly.
It can only be said that Leng Wenbin's "Diamond Fist" was a stroke of genius. Fu Juncai did not expect that he made a mistake in his response, and as a result, he was defeated and eliminated before he could even use his excellent skills.
The Jindan monk in charge of the referee looked at Yu Houshui again.
Yu Houshui shook his head with a dark face.
At this time, several Lingxiao sect disciples had already rushed out and helped Fu Juncai back.
Fu Juncai stopped screaming, but he still covered his eyes and wrinkled his face, appearing to be in great pain.
Although he was a monk, the bright light still caused great damage to his eyes.
However, his spiritual consciousness was not seriously affected, so he did not become blind.
"Junior Brother Fu, put this on your eyes."
A late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple took out a box of ointment and handed it to Fu Juncai.
Fu Juncai took it, took out the ointment, and applied it evenly on his eyes. He immediately felt cool and comfortable, and said gratefully: "Thank you, senior brother."
He returned the ointment to the disciple and walked up to Yu Houshui with a face full of shame: "Master, the disciple is incompetent and lost this competition. Please punish me, master."
Before the competition, he acted in a high-profile manner, taking the stage coolly and triumphantly. Although it was a disguise, the purpose was to create a arrogant impression on his opponent, but the posture was already displayed, and he was defeated instantly. He felt abnormal.
shame.
Yu Houshui shook his head and said: "If you really failed because of your arrogance, I would definitely punish you, but you didn't. You performed very well and made no mistakes. It's just that the opponent's pseudo-Vajra fist was too... too magical.
, that’s why it failed.”
Fu Juncai was surprised and said: "Pseudo Vajra Fist?
Isn’t that Vajra Fist?”
A Jindan disciple said: "Yes, Leng Wenbin's sudden attack punch not only happened to be everywhere, but it was also disguised. It appeared to be the Diamond Fist on the surface, but it was actually the Fierce Sun Fist. When you dodged it, it suddenly exploded, and it was short-lived.
For a period of time, your eyes will be blinded, you will not be able to see anything, and your consciousness will be in a state of confusion. Then he will rush forward and succeed with one blow."
When he said this, he looked with sharp eyes at Leng Wenbin, who was slowly walking down from the ring with a confused look on his face: "The master uncle is right, this punch is really a miracle, even I was deceived.
No wonder Juncai fell into the trap."
"I didn't see it either."
"Me too. It wasn't until the Fierce Sun Fist broke out that I suddenly realized it."
"How did Leng Wenbin pull off such a trick to defeat Juncai?
It’s really hard to understand.”
Other Jindan disciples also said this with disbelief in their tone.
According to common sense, the magical powers and methods of foundation-building monks are transparent to them, and their intentions can be seen clearly at a glance. However, Leng Wenbin's pseudo-Vajra Fist and the actual method of Lieyang Fist, they