Tang Zheng broke free from the encirclement of the crowd, and then saw Yan Liuyun and Qin Batian walking towards him. He was slightly startled, and thought to himself that they actually came to watch his competition. Yan Liuyun laughed heartily, and said: "Tang Zheng, congratulations, the champion of this Martial Arts Assembly will definitely be you."
Tang Zheng said modestly: "We haven't fought yet, we still don't know who the winner will be."
Yan Liuyun said: "That westerner is definitely not your match, we are very clear about your strength." Back then in the battle of Longxiang Mountain, although Tang Zheng had lost, he had lost to Chu Mingxuan. Chu Mingxuan was a Precelestial Stage expert, so losing to him was not embarrassing at all, but everyone could see through Tang Zheng's strength.
Qin Batian said: "Young Master Yan is right, that westerner looks strong, he is definitely not a match for you in the Tang Tang Zheng." Qin Batian's words were filled with intimacy, causing Yan Liuyun to continue to have doubts in his heart, as he did not know how the two of them had gotten to know each other.
However, from this point, it could be seen that Tang Zheng was extraordinary. Qin Batian was a power that was independent of the Four Great Families in the capital, and although he did not have as deep a foundation as the Four Great Families, no one dared to underestimate him at all.
"Young Master Tang, we'll be waiting for you to show off your might." Li Hongqing said with a smile.
Tsk, "Then let's go in together."
Just as he finished speaking, another group of people quickly walked over and shouted from afar, "Ol 'Three, Ol' Three, all of us, 502, are here to support you."
"Boss, I'm here too. Boss is killing westerners, how can I not come and cheer you on?" Feng Yong also waved his hand from afar and shouted.
"Tang Zheng, I brought the entire dorm to watch the battle. I wish you victory." Ye Dingdang and her three roommates also rushed over, but the three girls' gazes towards Tang Zheng were clearly a bit unfriendly. Moreover, when they looked at Fang Shishi a few times, their eyes flashed with amazement. In their hearts, they thought that this girl was really beautiful and had a good temperament.
"Aren't you guys going to class today?" Tang Zheng was astonished.
"We can go to class anytime. Moreover, if we don't skip class in university, then how can it be called university? Ol 'Three, let me tell you, there are quite a few students in Yenching University who are skipping class today, especially for you. "
Tang Zheng raised his eyes, and as expected, many of the people who were entering the gymnasium were young students. This time, many of the students' emotions were all stirred up by Tang Zheng, and felt honored, of course, they had to watch this Battle of the Century.
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Feng Yong also nodded in agreement. "Boss, you won the championship this time. As your first underling, that's definitely the highest honor. You don't know, but now that I'm saying that I'm your underling, wow, many people are envious."
Tang Zheng did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Little handsome brother, we also came to support you." Suddenly, Feng Siniang's voice rang out as she and Ye Tianlei walked over in large strides.
Ye Tianlei patted Tang Zheng on the shoulder and said, "Little Tang, do your best!"
Tang Zheng did not expect that they would come to watch the battle. It seemed that his competition this time had really touched the nerves of many people.
Feng Siniang glanced at Fang Shishi, but did not say anything. However, their appearance made Li Fangfei and the other two especially nervous. After all, they were Ye Dingdang's parents, and seeing Dingdang's boyfriend with other girls, it would be strange if they did not fly into a rage.
But the strange thing was that the two of them actually ignored Fang Shishi and chatted happily with Tang Zheng. This scene made them feel very complicated. What was wrong with these people? Why were they so contrary to common sense?
Everyone walked into the stadium and sat in the spectator seats. Tang Zheng walked backstage alone, and Moutou was already waiting there.
Moutou glanced at Tang Zheng, not hiding the killing intent in his eyes. Tang Zheng acted as if he did not see it, and sat at the side, waiting for the competition to start.
The audience all entered the stadium, and it was very lively. Everyone was talking about how exciting this competition would be, and many people stretched their necks to look at the contestants' exit.
On the VIP platform, Yu Zhankui was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He was sitting in the middle, and beside him sat a few fat officials of the Martial Arts Association.
When the time came, Yu Zhankui gave a speech, and then announced the contestants to enter the arena. When Tang Zheng and Moutou walked out of the exit, the crowd cheered thunderously.
Tang Zheng's home field advantage was very obvious, and 90% of the audience was shouting his name. He waved to the crowd, and suddenly, the cheers became louder.
At this moment, the stadium was full. The stadium with 50,000 people was like a celebrity concert, and it was very exciting.
The two of them walked into the arena and stood face to face. The referee gave the order, and then quickly jumped out of the arena. The last battle had left a deep impression on him, and he did not dare to stay in the arena any longer.
"You're dead!" Moutou pointed his index finger at Tang Zheng and said.
"Let's see who dies and who lives." Tang Zheng did not think much of it. As soon as his voice fell, the two figures rushed at each other. Tang Zheng's height was not short among ordinary people, but compared to Moutou's huge height of more than two meters, he was a little thin and small, but this definitely did not affect his attack power.
The moment he rushed out, his violent momentum made everyone's heart palpitate. At this moment, the strength he showed was even fiercer than in the last match.
Song Ba, who was sitting on the spectator stand, had a pale face. He finally understood that the reason why he was able to last so long in the previous battle was because Tang Zheng did not use his full strength. Otherwise, he would have lost even more miserably and quickly.
Moutou did not retreat at all, and his fist rushed out. In a trance, Tang Zheng heard a few sounds of bones rubbing together, and saw Moutou's fist grow bigger.
Yes, it had really become a size bigger.
Tang Zheng was shocked. This Moutou was indeed not simple. He had completely trained his muscles and bones to the point where he could control them as he wished. He could actually freely control his muscles and bones.
As the fist grew bigger, its strength also increased explosively. Tang Zheng's thin and small fist collided with the huge fist, and Tang Zheng felt that his joints were cracking.
This was the effect of an absolutely powerful force exerted on his fist. The pain caused Tang Zheng to subconsciously frown.
On the other hand, Moutou looked as if nothing had happened. Instead, the corners of his mouth cracked into a smile and he asked, "How does it feel?"
Tang Zheng coldly snorted and said, "Not very good."
His opponent's fist was a strength type fist, and it was obviously not good to compete with him in strength. Tang Zheng was not stupid, and immediately changed his strategy. His index finger and middle finger came together, forming a sword with his arm.
His arm rotated, and his finger pierced towards Moutou. Moutou disdainfully curled his lips, and still used his iron fist to open a path.
Puff!
When the finger pierced the fist, Moutou's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly retreated. This time, the strength that came from the finger was completely different, like a steel needle, incomparably sharp, piercing into his head, as if it wanted to cut his muscles and bones.
This strange scene made Moutou immediately realize the danger. His expression became cautious, and he quickly retreated and asked, "What kind of martial arts is this?"
"Sword Technique!" Tang Zheng coldly said. This was the Heaven Flying Immortal Sword Technique, but he did not use the War Spirit Sword to display it. Instead, he used his hand as a sword. Although the power was reduced, it still could not be underestimated.
When he used the sword technique, the force produced was completely different from when he used the fist technique. It was even sharper, and was not much different from a real sword.
This was a new move that Tang Zheng comprehended after his strength increased greatly. Although it was still evolved from the Heaven Flying Immortal Sword Technique, he did not need to use other weapons to conceal his identity as a cultivator.
When Moutou heard the two words' sword technique ', his expression became more and more serious. He had never seen a sword technique that did not use a sword and instead used fingers. It was truly strange.
"So what if you have a sword technique? You will still die without a doubt."
A fist technique and a sword technique immediately engaged in an intense battle. When Tang Zheng's finger slashed past, cracks appeared on the ground, as if a real sword had slashed past, and when Moutou's iron fist struck the ground, the ground quickly caved in and cracked bit by bit.
This time, the arena was not like the previous match. It was temporarily built with cement and steel bars, so when the two of them produced such a terrifying effect, the audience cried out in alarm.
This was almost beyond their imagination. If such a move hit an ordinary person, how could they have a chance of survival?
The two of them moved faster and faster, until it was dazzling. The audience was no longer excited, but their hearts seemed to stop beating, and their faces turned pale.
This was the deterrent force produced by the two of them fighting, acting on them.
Chu Shaofeng stared at the arena, his expression changed, and his expression was a little complicated. He said, "How long has it been? This brat's cultivation has far surpassed mine. I wonder what realm he has reached." After a pause, he impatiently asked, "Young Master Song, why hasn't it acted up yet?"
Song Yu was confident and said, "The Spirit Dispersing Pill's medicinal properties are overbearing, and it will never go wrong. Don't look at how fierce he is now. Let me tell you, the fiercer he is now, the faster his internal strength will flow. This will only aggravate the effect of the medicinal properties, and his cultivation will be reduced to nothing."
Chu Shaofeng's eyes lit up, and he sincerely praised, "Young Master Song, you have a way. You actually found this legendary Spirit Dispersing Pill. Tang Zheng is also an idiot, he was poisoned by us in the morning, but he didn't know."
"Haha, after the Spirit Dispersing Pill melts the food, it will be colorless and tasteless. Not to mention him, even a Great Scholar won't be able to discover it. No matter how high his cultivation is, as long as this Spirit Dispersing Pill acts up, then he will be powerless. As long as his cultivation is reduced to nothing, then Moutou can beat him into meat paste, and he will die without a doubt. "Song Yu said proudly.
Chu Shaofeng enviously said, "Young Master Song, do you have any more of these good things? Give me a few, and next time I meet something that doesn't open my eyes, I will also reduce his cultivation to nothing."
Song Yu shook his head and said, "Do you think this thing is the Great Strength Pill sold on the streets? Let me tell you, I obtained this thing by chance, and after using it this time, I won't have any more in the future. What a pity. "
"It's not a pity, getting rid of this big problem is the most important thing." Chu Shaofeng comforted. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he pointed at the arena and said, "Young Master Song, look, it's working."
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