Boom ~ ~
The instant He Jun shouted out his surrender, the entire grassland trembled. Energy distorted, and Xia Ping immediately felt a gentle energy surround him, causing him to be unable to move a single step.
In just an instant, the grassland disappeared and was restored to its original appearance, revealing a vast training hall. The original pit also disappeared and turned into a cement floor.
The two separated.
With a bang, He Jun lay quietly on the cement floor, his eyes showing a trace of joy after surviving a disaster. Lying beside his hand was a piece of black scrap iron, obviously the long saber he originally carried.
"He Jun admits defeat, Huang automatically wins the match!" At this time, a mechanical voice sounded around the training hall.
Beep!
The moment the result of the match was announced, Xia Ping also received the transfer of 400 million federal coins from the Black Moon Tower's account. The efficiency was extremely high, and He Jun naturally lost 400 million.
"No way, He Jun actually lost?"
"A master at the Second Heaven of the Martial Artist Realm is actually not this kid's match?!"
"Not only is he not a match, he simply has no power to fight back. With just one move, He Jun was beaten like a dead dog, and even that long saber was turned into scrap iron. This kind of power is simply terrifying."
"It is indeed too terrifying. Is this really a master at the First Heaven of the Martial Artist Realm? What is going on with this kind of power? "
"The punch is like the birth of a violent ape. The force is incomparably domineering, destroying everything. It is not something that ordinary people can resist."
"This kind of martial arts has already reached the realm of perfection. It is impossible to use unless one is a Grandmaster."
"This kid was not lying before. He is definitely a monstrous martial artist who can suppress the current world."
"I didn't expect that He Jun is also considered a veteran. He can be called a wily old fox, and now he still failed miserably. This kid is definitely pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger."
"Damn it, why is this brat so cunning? We were all fooled by him. Can't we see it at all?"
"We thought he was a fool, but we didn't expect this kid to secretly laugh at us for being stupid."
"We have to be wary of this bastard. He might be an unparalleled demon king, a fierce dragon crossing the river."
Seeing that He Jun was defeated by a single punch, many of the spectators were dumbfounded and shocked. They had thought that He Jun would definitely lose and be killed by a single slash.
But who could have thought that the situation would take a sudden turn for the worse? With just a single punch, He Jun was sent flying like a dead dog, unable to retaliate at all. This was an overwhelming display of power.
Even though these Black Moon Tower martial artists were all experienced and knowledgeable, they had never seen such a powerful martial artist.
Some people also remembered how they had mocked this kid before, saying that he was a fool with a lot of money, a rookie who had just arrived at the Black Moon Tower, a big fat sheep who was specially delivering money to He Jun.
But now, the other party had displayed invincible strength and easily defeated He Jun, winning 400 million federal coins. It was unknown who was the real fool here.
When they thought of this, their faces immediately turned red. They wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and bury their heads in it. They were extremely ashamed.
…
At this time, in the dueling hall.
Xia Ping looked at He Jun, who was struggling to stand up, and raised his eyebrows. "He actually chose to admit defeat? You're too spineless. Why don't you fight back? Didn't you say you wanted to teach me a lesson? "
Fight back my ass!
He Jun's nose was crooked from anger. He was extremely sullen. He wanted to fight back, but he had been half-crippled with a single punch. More than a dozen of his ribs were broken, and he was seriously injured. How could he fight back? This bastard said it so easily.
When he thought of how he had lost the match and lost 400 million, his heart ached. If he had known that this bastard was so terrifying, he definitely would not have fought with this guy.
But it was too late to say anything now.
"This is your win, but don't be too happy. Sooner or later, I will win back." He Jun clenched his teeth and glared fiercely at Xia Ping, unwilling to show weakness. He was extremely unwilling.
"Not convinced?"
Xia Ping glanced at him. "Do you want to fight again? This time, we'll bet 800 million!"
This bastard!
He Jun was half dead from anger. He was so angry that he could not speak. The difference in strength between them was too great. He did not win by a hair's breadth, but he had an absolute advantage.
If they fought again, he was sure that he would still lose. This bastard clearly wanted to cheat him of his money. Did he really think that he, He Jun, was a fool, a fat sheep?! This was too despicable!
He clenched his teeth and did not want to talk to this bastard anymore. He turned around and left the duel hall. He walked with a limp, looking very embarrassed.
Xia Ping also left.
In a few minutes, the two of them arrived at the first floor of the Black Moon Tower.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
Instantly, the eyes of the martial artists present were focused on the two of them, especially Xia Ping. This guy had just displayed a strong martial strength, he was definitely a strong opponent.
"He Jun!"
Suddenly, a group of people immediately came from the crowd in the distance. The leader was a young man who was 1.85 meters tall. He wore white clothes, but in the middle of the clothes was a huge pattern of a bloody palm print. His whole body emitted a bloody aura, as if there were many ghosts lingering around him.
Seeing this, everyone revealed a look of fear. They all made way for this group of people to pass, not daring to stop them. This group of people was also used to being tyrannical.
Seeing this young man appear, He Jun was immediately stunned. His eyes revealed a look of horror, and his whole body was trembling. He did not expect to see this young man in this place.
"Young … Young Master Liu!"
He Jun trembled as he looked at this young man, a little at a loss.
With a slap, the young man suddenly slapped He Jun's face. Like lightning, the slap landed on He Jun's face and sent him flying. Even two of his front teeth flew out, and a red palm print quickly appeared.
He Jun flew a few meters and fell to the ground. It was extremely painful, but he did not dare to cry out. He endured it and crawled back.
"He Jun!"
The young man said coldly. His eyes were like a venomous snake. "You disappoint me too much. I gave you the elixir and allowed you to advance to the Second Heaven of the Martial Artist Realm. Was it to let you lose to others here? Was it to let you embarrass yourself here?"
His voice was as cold as the wind and snow, making people could not help but shiver.
"I, I am sorry, Young Master Liu, I have embarrassed you." He Jun knelt on the ground, like a dog. His whole body trembled, and he did not even dare to raise his head. He lowered his voice.
The reason why he could open the second acupoint so quickly was not only because of the training in the Black Moon Tower, but also because the young man in front of him gave him a precious elixir.
With this elixir, the true Qi in his body increased greatly, and he took advantage of this opportunity to break through to the Second Heaven of the Martial Warrior Realm.
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