"Ah, what's going on? Why is Nie Feng-ming also vomiting blood? The other party clearly didn't hit him. " The spectators below were stunned. Even some of the combat experts were confused. Only a few people with higher realms seemed to be deep in thought …
Inside the Wuji box, Han Yu, Wei Ji, and the others, who had been chatting cheerfully and looking down on this fight, finally had their expressions change drastically. Han Yu even blurted out, "What the f * ck is going on? Did you run into a ghost? "
The opponent's strength was clearly not as high as Nie Feng-ming's, and he had already been beaten into a half-cripple by Nie Feng-ming. What was even stranger was that Nie Feng-ming hadn't been hit at all, so why would he inexplicably be injured and vomit blood?
Li Lanfeng and Zhao Jun exchanged a glance. Zhao Jun's eyes were similarly filled with confusion, because no one would so accurately intercept the opponent's weakest point so many times. Such a strange situation had never occurred before — because he did not understand, he could not figure it out.
Li Lanfeng's eyes were still as calm as before, but in his heart, he felt that the action was somewhat familiar, as if someone had done the same thing before in the depths of his memory …
Nie Feng-ming spat out blood and had no choice but to interrupt his attack. He abruptly jumped away from Zilong. He had originally thought that Zilong would follow up, but he hadn't expected that Zilong would also stand there without moving an inch. He only had his eyes wide open and his mouth split into a grin. Paired with the bloodstains all over his face, he appeared somewhat strange and stiff.
Nie Feng-ming abruptly wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. Looking at this unbeatable youth before him, no matter how composed and calm he was, he could not help but feel anxious at this moment. He wanted nothing more than to knock this detestable youth to the ground with his next punch and end this sticky match.
"Feng-ming, be patient!" Right then, Nie Feng-ming heard a familiar voice ring out from behind him. Turning back to look, he saw that Boss Huo had already come to the side of the arena, reminding him in a low voice.
In the group arena, as long as the bystanders were not on stage, verbal reminders were allowed. Therefore, Ling Lan's reminder to Li Yingjie and Boss Huo's reminder to Nie Feng-ming were all legitimate actions. Neither side would have any objections.
Nie Feng-ming nodded at Boss Huo, and his initially slightly agitated heart began to calm down. He once again turned to stare at the unmoving Zilong. Just as Boss Huo had said, the current Zilong was no longer the Zilong from the start of the match. Even if he looked half-crippled, if he really wanted to take down the opponent, his first step would be to evade the opponent's perfectly timed interception.
Nie Feng-ming took a deep breath. He moved, but the direction he chose to attack was not the front, but the side. He was betting that Zilong's battered body would not be able to move.
As expected, Zilong's body didn't move. Even his head didn't move. It was just a fist that suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The fist was aimed at his most uncomfortable spot.
Couldn't it have been the side? Nie Feng-ming's fist was rebounded the moment it came into contact with Zilong's fist. At this time, he changed direction once again to come behind Zilong.
This scene made everyone gasp, because they all knew what Nie Feng-ming was planning. He wanted to attack Zilong's back. Even though this sort of action seemed somewhat unfair, on the battlefield, there was no such thing as fairness. Only the one who survived would be the victor.
However, was reality really as he thought? Just as his foot was about to land on Zilong's back, he suddenly found that a large fist had once again appeared before his eyes, accurately striking the side of his knee.
"Crack!" This was the sound of a joint being dislocated. Zilong's strength had accurately struck the weakest point in Nie Feng-ming's leg bone, causing Nie Feng-ming to finally let out an involuntary grunt.
Nie Feng-ming was no ordinary person. Even though his leg had been unexpectedly broken by Zilong, he didn't make a sound. His left foot kicked off the ground and his entire body flew backwards to once again stand in his original position. However, at this time, he was using his left foot as support. His right foot was already dragging on the ground, unable to exert any strength.
Zilong hadn't actually turned around completely. He had only moved half a step with one foot, and this half step just so happened to give Zilong an angle to swing his fist at, intercepting the other's attack in time. At the same time, he had also unexpectedly managed to injure the other.
With this, the battle situation was once again thrown into confusion. Both of them had a chance of winning, but there was also a chance of losing. After all, one was heavily injured while the other's right leg was broken. The scales of the battle were once again balanced. Even Leiting's Boss Huo couldn't help but frown at this moment, because even he didn't know how the battle would turn out now.
He glanced at that Zilong, who was still grinning with his bloody mouth, and felt that that smile was really too strange and unnatural. In his memory, it seemed that the other had already been like this from the moment he had started using that strange fist to intercept Nie Feng-ming's attack...
Could it be...? Boss Huo's eyes lit up. His gaze was fixed on Zilong. The battle was still going on — even if Nie Feng-ming's leg was broken, he could not stop Zilong's attacks. Very soon, Zilong and Nie Feng-ming were once again locked in battle.
This time, Boss Huo did not divert his attention to Nie Feng-ming. Instead, he focused all his attention on Zilong. Whether it was Zilong's smiling gaze or his counterattacks, he did not miss any of it. In the end, his eyes shone even brighter, because he could tell what state Zilong was in right now.
It turned out that Zilong was already at his limit. The smile on his face was not a smile, but rather because Zilong did not have the extra strength to change the muscles on his face. He had focused all his remaining strength into his fists — as long as Nie Feng-ming continued to tangle with Zilong and deplete his strength, the other would be able to collapse on his own...
On the other side, Boss Huo had just seen through Zilong's condition, while as Zilong's boss, Ling Lan, had already frowned when Nie Feng-ming had chosen to attack Zilong's back.
When Zilong had shifted that half a step to counterattack, Ling Lan's frown had deepened. That's right — at that time, when no one had noticed, Ling Lan had already seen that Zilong was already at the end of his rope.
Zilong had taken that half a step — he had endured the tearing pain all over his body, expending a Herculean effort to take that step. Zilong's two almost immobile feet had already formed two puddles of water that were neither big nor small. Those were not the blood that Zilong had spat out, but the sweat that had flowed all over his body as he endured the pain of that half a step...
Ling Lan closed her eyes regretfully, feeling pity for Zilong. She knew Zilong's personality well — as long as there was a chance to win, he would not want to lose at all. However, Zilong's breakthrough was still too late. His internal injuries were too severe, and his battered body was completely unable to support his counterattack.
However, this feeling of pity for Ling Lan only lasted for a moment. What she valued the most was still Zilong's gains in this match. Using a loss in exchange for Zilong's breakthrough — Ling Lan felt that it was all too worth it.
"Feng-ming, don't be stubborn. Attack from all directions!" shouted Boss Huo once again.
Nie Feng-ming trusted his boss very much. Hearing his boss's orders, he did not think too much about it. His left foot kicked off the ground, and his entire body flew up like a giant roc. This time, he did not attack Zilong, but obeyed Boss Huo's orders, coming to stand behind Zilong...
And then he leapt up once more, using his fist to punch Zilong's back!
"Bam!" This was the sound of two powerful fists colliding. Although Zilong tried his best to turn around, how could his battered body tolerate repeated abuse? In the end, he still protested.
This time, Zilong had only moved half a step, which was even smaller than the first time. Although he had turned around, he could not turn completely, so he did not have the time, nor the angle or space to disrupt the opponent's attack. In order to protect his own body, he could only take this blow head-on.
This was the first time Zilong had clashed head-on with Nie Feng-ming's Qi-Jin since his breakthrough. The difference was that Nie Feng-ming's attack this time was more of a probing attack, so it was not his full strength. Zilong managed to hold on.
The two fists clashed for about one or two seconds, and then Nie Feng-ming was sent flying back by the rebounding force of the two men's strength. Meanwhile, Zilong's body swayed violently, and the blood that had stopped flowing began to flow from his mouth once more. Even so, he did not retreat even half a step.
It was not that Zilong did not want to retreat, but the moment he retreated, the breath he had forced himself to hold on would dissipate. Even under these circumstances, Zilong still did not want to give up, because he did not want to lose to anyone other than Boss. In Zilong's heart, he could only lose to Ling Lan.
So it was true! Nie Feng-ming landed on one foot. Because he could not exert any force with his other foot, he still had to jump back several steps to steady himself, looking rather disheveled. However, all this could not stop the smile on his face. With Boss Huo's reminder, he had found Zilong's fatal weakness.
It turned out that Zilong had really reached his limit and could no longer turn around!
"So he still saw through it?" Ling Lan sighed. Even though Ling Lan knew that Zilong's weakness would eventually be seen through by the opponent, Ling Lan still held on to a sliver of hope that Zilong would have a chance to defeat the opponent before the opponent saw through his weakness.
Since Nie Feng-ming knew about Zilong's weakness, he naturally would not drag things out. He once again came up to Zilong's back and punched out swiftly...
Zilong was still holding on. On the stage, the sound of fists colliding could be heard. As Nie Feng-ming's strength increased, Zilong's body swayed more and more. The blood in his mouth did not stop flowing at all, instead increasing in quantity until it flowed out like water...
Now was the time! Nie Feng-ming once again felt the power behind Zilong's fists, and his eyes instantly lit up. The next move would be the time to decide the victor. With just one more punch, he would be able to defeat Zilong.
However, he did not want it to end like this! As the second strongest combat expert in the military academy, this match with Zilong had been a harsh slap to his face. In a situation where he had the upper hand, he had actually strangely suffered internal injuries, even allowing the opponent to seize the opportunity to break his leg. Nie Feng-ming felt that this performance of his was a disgrace. If he could not completely defeat the opponent, he would never be able to raise his head in front of the people of Leiting for the rest of his life...
A trace of viciousness flashed through Nie Feng-ming's eyes. With a sudden exhale, he channeled all the internal energy in his body and shouted, "Pneumatic Punch!"
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