In the afternoon, the top eight.
Xia Ping stood on the stage and looked at his opponent. It was Jiang Yaru!
He didn't expect Jiang Yaru to be able to defeat an opponent at the ninth heavenly layer and advance to the top eight. After all, Jiang Yaru had only just advanced to the eighth heavenly layer.
It could only be said that Jiang Yaru's aptitude was more powerful than he imagined. Challenging someone at a higher level was a piece of cake.
Even Chu Rong was the same. She also defeated an expert from the First Middle School and successfully advanced to the top eight. However, her opponent in the top eight was Qin Muyang, so she basically had no hope of advancing to the top four.
"I've finally waited for the chance to fight you." Jiang Yaru's beautiful eyes were full of fighting spirit as she stared at Xia Ping.
Although this bastard was hated by everyone in school, she had to admit that his strength was indeed very amazing. She had clearly seen this when she was in the Beast Island trial.
That group of vicious and cruel criminals were all beheaded by this man. This was not something that an ordinary martial artist could do.
But she was unwilling!
She was clearly stronger than this guy before, but now he had actually surpassed her. How could Jiang Yaru be convinced?
And she had this confidence. Even if Xia Ping advanced to the ninth heavenly layer, she was confident that she could defeat him. The previous opponent was also an expert at the ninth heavenly layer, but didn't he still lose to her?!
"Sorry."
Xia Ping looked at Jiang Yaru. "I can't lose to you this time. After all, I still have to make money to support my family. So this time, you should obediently admit defeat. If you want to force it, it's fine. I will be gentle and won't hurt you. "
His eyes were extremely serious. After all, he had bet 40 million federal coins this time. Once he won, he would get 400 million federal coins. No matter what, he couldn't lose.
Hearing this, the surrounding audience was in an uproar.
"What's going on? Why do I feel like something's wrong when I hear this conversation? "
"Indeed, what do you mean I will be gentle and won't hurt you? Isn't this what I said when I went to get a room with my girlfriend for the first time? Could it be that these two were flirting on the stage? Hooking up with each other? "
"There's still a need to hook up with these two. They've been together for a long time. You may not know that these two are boyfriend and girlfriend."
"No way, didn't they say that this Xia Ping and Nangong Wu had an affair? They even booked a room during the qualifiers. "
"What's the big deal? I heard that the woman is pregnant for three months."
"What a beast! Isn't he just a high school student? Impregnating your girlfriend? Do you still have any humanity left? "
"No wonder he told me to be gentle. He's afraid of affecting the fetus."
Many spectators discussed animatedly. They were all shocked by this gossip. Even if they were beaten to death, they would never have thought that the man and woman on the arena were in a relationship. Moreover, they were three months pregnant. What kind of explosive news was this?
When some of the reporters heard this news, their eyes lit up and they were extremely excited. This was big news. A high school girl was pregnant, and she was even a contestant in the quarterfinals, a top student in the school.
This kind of news, no matter which one it was, would be explosive, and would definitely bombard the entire Tianshui City. At that time, wouldn't the click rate of their news website rise steadily?! A promotion, a raise, and a year-end bonus were all in the cards.
They even thought of the headlines. "Shocking, high school girl pregnant, father unknown", "Male contestant in the quarterfinals abandoned, pregnant girl chased up to the arena", "Ridiculous, who's at fault for getting pregnant before marriage? The sad song of an underage girl", "One corpse with two lives, girlfriend's revenge in the arena".
"You!"
Jiang Yaru heard the surrounding crowd's words and was immediately angered half to death. Her charming face turned red as she glared at this hateful Xia Ping. It was all because of this bastard's nonsense that she ended up like this.
It seemed that in this arena competition, not only did she have to defeat this bastard, she also had to ruthlessly teach him a lesson. Otherwise, he wouldn't know what to say and what not to say.
"Match start." The referee immediately announced the start of the match.
Boom ~ ~
As soon as the referee finished speaking, Jiang Yaru made her move. Her first move was like a thunderbolt.
High level martial skill – Thousand Buddha Palms!
In the blink of an eye, her body had transformed into thousands of palms, real and fake. She was like a Buddha, exuding a sacred, solemn and dignified aura.
A terrifying force surged from her feet, and when she stomped down, two deep footprints appeared. A terrifying force exploded out, setting off a fierce gale in the entire arena.
"Amazing, this girl has actually learned the Thousand Buddha Palms. How is that possible?!"
"It's said that even among the countless high level martial skills, this Thousand Buddha Palms is enough to rank in the top ten. Its power is tyrannical, and once learned, jumping levels to challenge is a piece of cake."
"No wonder she could easily defeat a ninth heavenly layer Martial Disciple before. Once she uses this Thousand Buddha Palms, the thousand hands will fuse together, and countless forces will be blended together. With a single palm strike, the power is more than ten times stronger than ordinary martial skills."
"That ninth heavenly layer Martial Disciple from before was like this. He was hit by a palm strike and let out a blood-curdling scream. Over a dozen of his ribs were broken, and he couldn't resist at all."
"But it's too difficult to learn this martial skill. Just the complexity of the moves alone is enough to make a person's head explode. It's hard to even remember it, let alone learn it. Without peerless talent, you can't even understand it at all. "
"Such a character is actually just a student of the 95th High School. It's not surprising even if he went to the first high school."
Many of the audience were shocked. They didn't expect Jiang Yaru to be able to use such a powerful martial skill.
Martial arts cultivation is not the same as literature. In literature, there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people. Everyone's taste is different, and different people have different opinions on the good and bad of different works.
But whether martial arts cultivation is strong or not, it's clear at a glance, and there's no way to fake it.
Boom ~ ~
When the countless palms on Jiang Yaru's body merged together, the power almost reached its peak. In an instant, she stepped out and faced forward towards Xia Ping's chest with a palm, tearing the air.
Dong!
This palm hit Xia Ping's chest solidly, like a morning bell and evening drum, bursting out with a crisp and sweet sound, and the ground of the arena was shaken by the terrifying force.
And the ground under Xia Ping's feet also shook out a deep pit, making a cracking sound.
The power of such a palm, even an ordinary Ninth Heaven Martial Disciple powerhouse can't resist it. One palm can be slapped out, directly injuring the lungs, and breaking the ribs.
"Damn, this girl is ruthless. Is it because this shameless Xia Ping abandoned her, and now that she finally found the opportunity, she used this palm to beat Xia Ping half to death?! Is this the legendary love turned into hate?! "
A group of people were shocked and dumbfounded. They could all see that this move was by no means fake. It was a peak blow, comparable to the full blow of a Ninth Heaven Martial Disciple powerhouse.
"What?!"
The audience was shocked, but Jiang Yaru was even more shocked than them. That was because his peak palm strike had landed on Xia Ping's body. The palm strike of the Thousand Buddha Palms was incomparably ferocious, but it was as if he had struck a ball of cotton.
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