Originally, the arena was soundproof, so the noise from the outside could not penetrate. But for some reason, Fu Xi's words could be heard. Not only did Du Feng hear it, but so did contestant 19. As for the audience, of course, they heard it loud and clear.
"Hahaha, the power of a son-in-law is not bad."
The male audience laughed. Anyway, they had no chance, so it was interesting to see Du Feng's performance. After all, the disciples of the Sky Emperor were usually very arrogant and bullied a lot of people. Now that they could see them get beaten in the arena, it could be said that they had vented their anger.
"Bah, so shameless. He hasn't even won the championship yet and he's already a son-in-law."
The female audience was a little unhappy with Fu Xi's words. Such a handsome young man with good kung fu, why did he have to be a son-in-law of the Yellow Emperor's family?
"Tsk, you think you can win just because you learned the Soft Palm? Wishful thinking."
Contestant 19 was also very unhappy after hearing this, because at this time, he was very uncomfortable being entangled by Du Feng's Soft Palm. Not only could he not hit his opponent, but he was also constantly being beaten. It was okay to hit his arm, at most it would be painful. But if he was hit in the chest or head, it would be terrible.
Thinking of this, his body slightly squatted, and suddenly used a spring kick. This kind of spring kick was very small, specifically using the tip of the foot to kick the opponent's shin. Because the range was small, it would not break his center of gravity, and the opponent would not be able to detect it.
"In your dreams!"
Du Feng's arm had been entangled with the opponent's, which meant that he had been listening to the opponent's strength. How could he not have noticed this small movement? As soon as contestant 19 lifted his leg, his hand suddenly pulled, and the opponent fell forward.
Oh, contestant 19 did not kick out and almost fell. He did not dare to look down on Du Feng anymore.
His footwork changed, no longer straight forward and backward, but in a posture of stepping out, staggered forward and backward. Du Feng suddenly felt his hand loosen, and he could not control the opponent's arm. He was also a person who had learned formations, and he could vaguely see that this kind of footwork was related to the Eight Trigrams Formation, which might be the so-called Eight Trigrams Steps.
Contestant No.19 used the Eight Trigrams Steps with his dragon claws and his torso was like a spring. Not only could it sway left and right, but it could also stretch up and down, making it hard for others to grasp it. It wasn't easy for Du Feng to completely control his opponent.
"Master, what kind of cultivation technique is he practicing?"
Fu Xi was very curious, so he pretended to ask his master, Yan Di.
"It's all child's play. Don't learn from them."
The Flame Emperor's cultivation technique was based on large movements, coupled with the high temperature of the flames. He had never encouraged his disciples to learn such skillful things. Speaking of which, his disciples were all rough men. They couldn't learn it even if they wanted to. In fact, even he himself didn't know how to do it.
"Oh, got it."
Fu Xi couldn't get the answer, so he could only turn around and continue watching.
Interestingly, at this time, Du Feng's body also began to shake. Like a puppet on a string, all the joints in his body were alive. His right foot stepped on his left foot, and he only used one foot to touch the ground. His two legs were twisted together, and his upper body was like a roly-poly doll.
The Tianzong acupoint, Shentang acupoint, Fengmen acupoint, Bingfeng acupoint, Yishe acupoint, Jianjing acupoint, and Xinshu acupoint were like seven holes, and a lot of wind leaked in from his back. It was so comfortable that Du Feng couldn't help but moan. What's going on? Why does it suddenly feel so comfortable? It's like there's a pair of small hands massaging his back.
"Concealing one's spirit and qi. This guy actually comprehended it in the arena."
Yan Di didn't like to study these things, but he understood it after watching Qing Di. He understood at a glance. Du Feng had used the Soft Palm Technique repeatedly, and as a result, he slowly entered it. Some specific acupoints in his body were opened, and his body was in a mysterious state.
Now, he had really become a roly-poly doll, and it was very difficult to knock him down.
The Qi of the Seven Orifices opened up seven Qi Seas in Du Feng's body. These seven Qi Seas were different from the Dantian, and they were used to temporarily store Spiritual Aether. It wasn't very helpful for improving Cultivation, but it was very helpful for increasing the strength of the back and improving the power of the cultivation method.
At this moment, Du Feng's heart was extremely calm. He was neither anxious nor impatient, and neither sad nor happy. He looked at contestant number 19 with a smile.
"You're courting death, kid!"
Contestant number 19 thought that Du Feng was too arrogant. He was still smiling mischievously in a battle of life and death. He wanted to tear apart the muscles of Du Feng's forearm.
However, Du Feng was still not anxious or impatient. He suddenly punched along with his opponent's tearing force. That's right, this time it wasn't a practical palm technique, but a fist technique. However, this fist technique was different from the previous ones, such as Hundred Feet Piercing, Rapid Punches, and Three Emperor Canon Hammer. When he punched, his arms, shoulders, and even his entire back were loose.
His arms were soft and elastic, and his fist was more like a meteor hammer. Under the push of his seven Sea of Qi, it suddenly flew out.
"Bang!"
Contestant number 19 couldn't dodge in time, and was punched in the chest. Then he heard a dull sound. He panicked, thinking that he had gotten used to it. However, after checking his body, there didn't seem to be any problems.
"What the hell? It's just a spear head made of silver."
This time, contestant number 19 was relieved. It was said that Soft Palm could penetrate the body and break the internal organs. It seemed that this kid's Soft Palm Technique wasn't good enough. Or maybe it was because he changed the Soft Palm Technique into a fist technique, which caused it to lose its previous power.
However, if he didn't change it into a fist technique, he wouldn't be able to escape from his opponent's tight defense. If he couldn't escape, he wouldn't be able to hit the chest, and that would be meaningless.
"Dong, dong, dong …"
Contestant number 19 got carried away and was distracted. He was hit a few more times by Du Feng. Every punch landed on his chest, as if he was beating a drum.
"Bah, what's the use?"
Contestant number 19 was very strong, and he didn't care about Du Feng's fists anymore. If you want to fight, come at me. I'm not afraid of fighting anyway. He thought that he might as well take advantage of the moment when Du Feng punched and grab his opponent's head with his Dragon Claw and dig out his eyeballs.
However, just as he thought of this, Du Feng suddenly retreated. Moreover, it wasn't a normal backward leg, but a backward roll like a ball. That hurried look was as if he was running for his life. It was a bit embarrassing.
"Brother Du, what are you doing?"
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