In the middle of the training field.
Tian Qi cupped his hands and said, "Iron Bone, Tian Qi."
The Haoqi Sect disciple said lightly, "Haoqi Sect, Tan Yong!"
After he finished speaking, a thick wave of spiritual power appeared around him. It seemed that he wanted to use his aura to intimidate his opponent.
Unfortunately, Tian Qi was unmoved. There was even a trace of disdain in his eyes.
The spectating martial artists couldn't accept it.
The disciple sent by the Haoqi Sect was a ninth-grade martial disciple. Where did this Iron Bone disciple get the confidence to be so disdainful?
Or was it that their sect leader was arrogant and their disciples were the same?
Sigh.
A crooked stick would have a crooked shadow.
"Begin!" The referee shouted.
The first to attack was Tian Qi. He took a step forward and used Explosive Fists on his left and right fists at the same time. Bang, bang, bang. Endless bangs could be heard.
He came close too quickly and his fists were also fast.
Tan Yong couldn't dodge at all. He could only pour spiritual power into his body and use his palms to counter the moves.
"Bang! Bang! "
Tian Qi's fists seemed to be filled with the power of ten thousand catties. He attacked again and again. His strength soared and finally broke through seventeen thousand catties!
Feeling the strong wind and the aura formed by the attacks, all the big shots' expressions gradually stiffened.
This Iron Bone disciple was the same as Li Fei just now. His cultivation was only a fifth-grade martial disciple. How could he hit with such a high strength?!
Tian Qi paid more attention to his body and fist techniques.
When he used Explosive Fists, regardless of strength or power, he was definitely stronger than Li Fei who used his feet.
This strength wasn't just a little bit stronger!
Shen Tong's eyes almost popped out.
The strength of two fifth-grade martial disciples from the Iron Bone was higher than his, a nine-star martial disciple. It was too much of a blow to his self-esteem!
"Bang! Bang! "
Tian Qi's fists were like two iron hammers, crazily attacking.
Tan Yong was in a defensive position from the beginning. He couldn't break free and could only fall into an absolute passive state.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
His body kept retreating and finally stood at the edge.
Because of the dense fist techniques, it was difficult to block them all. He could only put his arms together and let the opponent attack.
"…"
All the big shots' mouths twitched.
They felt like they were watching an Iron Bone disciple punching a sandbag.
The one who punched him was a fifth grade Martial Disciple, and the one who was punched like a sandbag was a ninth grade Martial Disciple!
This world … was too crazy!
Jun Changxiao shrugged and said, "It's really not difficult."
From the very beginning, he didn't take the Haoqi Sect seriously. Otherwise, he wouldn't have kept emphasizing that they were just small monsters on the way to challenging the big boss.
Right now, Tian Qi was using a ninth grade Martial Disciple as a sandbag to wildly attack. This was enough to explain everything.
"Ah!"
Tan Yong, who had fallen into an absolute passive position, roared in anger.
But just as he shouted, a heavy punch landed on his face. His head immediately tilted, and his body staggered out of the martial arts arena.
"Pa!"
Tian Qi clasped his wrist with one hand and pulled him over from the exit line. He used his shoulder to throw him over his shoulder, and then sat on his stomach. He raised his fists and bombarded him wildly.
The Sect Leader said.
You can't kill him, but you can beat him half to death.
Boom! Boom!
Tian Qi slung over Tan Yong's body and bombarded him wildly with Rupturing Fists. In an instant, Tan Yong's face was bruised and swollen, and he was foaming at the mouth.
In the end, he lost consciousness and fainted.
"Kacha —"
Seeing his disciple being abused like this, Qin Haoran clenched his fists. His cold eyes flashed with monstrous anger.
There was no use being angry.
This was a battle in the martial arts arena. If his disciple was abused, it meant that his skills were inferior!
"Swoosh!"
Tian Qi got up and cupped his hands. "Thank you for letting me win."
The big shots of the Hundred Clans Alliance and the martial artists of various forces who were watching the show had interesting expressions on their faces.
After the battle began, Tan Yong fell into a passive position. He could only block until he fainted on the spot. Throughout the battle, he didn't … counterattack once!
This gap was too big!
"One is Li Fei, one is Tian Qi. Iron Bone's disciples are so strong!"
"I can finally understand why the Star Cloud Sect's disciples who challenged Iron Bone were shaved bald."
"Two disciples can abuse eighth grade and ninth grade Martial Disciples as if they were playing. The Star Cloud Sect's inner disciples are undoubtedly going to be abused!"
All the martial artists were discussing in private.
Although the Star Cloud Sect's sect leader, who was standing in the crowd, was flushed red, he felt much better.
Alliance Master Qin's two personal disciples were defeated consecutively. His own disciple losing to Iron Bone did not seem to be a shameful thing.
"Master Ai."
Wang Donglin smiled. "This Iron Bone is not simple."
Two Rank-5 Martial Disciple disciples had consecutively exploded more than fifteen thousand Strength. They had definitely gone through extreme physical training.
"The second disciple's fist is so strong. It must be related to the Body Shaping Pill!"
Ai Shang guessed.
Martial artists with ordinary qualifications and low levels could use the Body Shaping Pill to fight beyond their level. If it was used as a gimmick, it would definitely attract more attention and could be sold at a sky-high price!
Wang Donglin cared about his disciple's strength, but he cared about the Body Shaping Pill's effect. He was indeed a qualified businessman.
…
After Tian Qi returned to his position, Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and smiled. "Alliance Master Qin, for the third round, your Vast Spirit Sect will send your disciple up first."
Seeing that smiling face, Alliance Master Qin could not wait to reach out and tear it apart.
Calm down, calm down.
No matter how angry he was, he had to maintain a smile.
However, his disciple had lost two rounds in a row. The second one was brutally defeated. He could not f * cking smile at all!
Qin Haoran suppressed his endless anger. He looked at a disciple on the right behind him and said, "Go."
"Yes."
The third personal disciple went up. He was also a Rank-9 Martial Disciple, but his strength was stronger than Tan Yong's.
"Xiao Mu, go." Jun Changxiao said.
Su Xiaomo clenched his fists and shook his head as he walked out. He said, "My blood was already boiling at the foot of the mountain. Finally, I can have a good fight."
Seeing that the Iron Bone disciples had gone up the stage, the various leaders did not dare to jump to conclusions.
That was because they had all thought that the Vast Spirit Sect disciples would win. In the end, they were all defeated.
This was not a reverse poison, but a strength.
Even if they fought a few more rounds, Sun Ye and Tan Yong would still be defeated and brutally defeated.
They did not have high aptitudes and could only rely on their cultivation. However, could they compete with Tian Qi and Li Fei who relied on various resources, pills, and even Spiritual Power Formations?
They did not even know what it would be like to continuously consume pills that could absorb ten times the amount of Spiritual Power for ten days.
…
The third Vast Spirit Sect disciple went up the stage. He cupped his hands and said coldly, "Vast Spirit Sect, Lao Tie."
Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched. He said, "No problem."
"Iron Bone, Su Xiaomo." Su Xiaomo said.
After the two of them introduced themselves, the referee announced the start of the match.
Lao Tie was the first to attack. He poured Spiritual Power into his body and rushed over in an instant.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! "
Su Xiaomo's body rolled backward twice. He took large strides with his short legs and ran around the edge of the training field.
His speed gradually increased. He was about to stir up a storm!
Lao Tie stood in the training field. He watched his opponent run around in circles, unable to keep up with his speed. He suddenly did not know how to attack.
Wang Donglin said, "This kid is good at body techniques."
Ai Shang thought, 'Yes, it must be related to the Body Shaping Pill!'
"Whoosh —"
At this moment, Su Xiaomo seized the opportunity. He circled behind Lao Tie and kicked him.
"Bang!" Lao Tie discovered it in time. He turned around and punched Su Xiaomo's foot. He was about to follow up with a second attack, but his opponent fled again.
"Damn it!" he said angrily.
"Swoosh!" Su Xiaomo appeared behind him again without anyone noticing. He kicked in the air.
This speed was fast, but Lao Tie still caught it. He put his arm in front of his body and successfully blocked the powerful kick.
"Senior Brother, be careful!" Someone shouted in alarm.
Lao Tie was stunned. He glanced at Su Xiaomo from the corner of his eyes. He saw this guy kick his arm. His body leaned to the side, and his hands were clasped together. His middle finger and index finger protruded as he fiercely stabbed towards his butt.
His chrysanthemum was ruined.
The ground was full of wounds!
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