The audience in Arena No. 36 was much quieter than the other arenas.
This was because Zhou Zhaoyang had shown his arrogant side to everyone as soon as the referee announced the start of the match.
The promise of three moves was like a bolt of lightning that struck everyone's heads. Everyone kept quiet out of fear and looked up at Zhou Zhaoyang, who was like the sun.
The Zhou Family was famous in Bianliang, and even in the entire Kingdom of Song. In fact, the Zhou Family was the number one family in the Kingdom of Song, because almost all the males in the Zhou Family were disciples of the three major sects.
The prosperity of a family that integrated the three major sects was incomparable to that of an ordinary family. Even if the three major sects forbade the dissemination of their cultivation methods to outsiders, they could still spar with each other.
After a long spar, even if they didn't know the cultivation method, they would know how to deal with it. In this way, the disciples of the Zhou Family had a broad vision and a wide range of martial arts knowledge, far surpassing that of ordinary disciples of the three major sects. This kind of profound foundation was beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.
Zhou Zhaoyang, 15 years old, at Level Nine of the Brute Force State, was the most talented genius in this generation of the Zhou Family. Last year, he could have been specially recruited by the Soul Broadsword Sect, one of the three major sects, but he refused.
"I'll get what I want myself!"
This sentence spread throughout Bianliang City, but the Soul Broadsword Sect didn't get angry. Instead, they gave Zhou Zhaoyang enough face to win first place in the martial arts competition and train him as the young master of the Soul Broadsword Sect.
This was a promise, but in the eyes of the warriors of Bianliang City, this was already a promise. Even though the Zhou Family was superior to the Xu Family, no one in the Xu Family could compete with Zhou Zhaoyang except for Xu Zhantang.
Therefore, the entire Bianliang City regarded Zhou Zhaoyang as the number one person below the Inner Qi State.
In the silent atmosphere, Xie Tian walked towards Zhou Zhaoyang. Xie Tian, who was used to conserving his energy, walked in a well-behaved manner. His steps were unbelievably steady, as though he wanted to leave a hole in the ground with every step.
In the eyes of the crowd, this kind of heavy footsteps could only mean that Xie Tian's martial arts were not up to par. A true master would walk like a cat, walk like a tiger, tread on duckweed, yet weigh more than a thousand catties.
When Xie Tian was five feet away from Zhou Zhaoyang, even the neutral referee could not help but shake his head slightly. Judging from the way Xie Tian walked, the outcome of the battle was already decided.
What made the audience stay to watch was definitely not whether Xie Tian could make Zhou Zhaoyang stagger, nor was it whether Xie Tian could perform a shocking miracle and force Zhou Zhaoyang to take half a step back. Instead, they wanted to see what kind of exquisite and flashy moves Zhou Zhaoyang would use to defeat Xie Tian while pretending to be cool.
Looking forward to Zhou Zhaoyang's most dazzling strike, the 36th arena became even more silent. Apart from the silence was the sound of breathing that gradually became heavier. Just this kind of waiting was enough to make all the spectators' blood boil and their bodies tremble.
This was Zhou Zhaoyang's charm.
The money-minded Boss Jia was one of the only people in the audience who did not watch Zhou Zhaoyang.
He looked at Xie Tian absent-mindedly. One moment, he was complaining that Zhou Zhaoyang's payout was too low, only enough to earn back the money he spent on breakfast. The next moment, he was worried that Xie Tian would be injured and would not be able to roll the dice tonight. After a moment of hesitation, his eyes lit up as if he had found the best of both worlds. He immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Just one punch will do. Lose beautifully!"
"Three moves?" Xie Tian turned his head to look at Boss Jia, then at Zhou Zhaoyang, and confirmed.
Zhou Zhaoyang frowned, which was rare for him.
It was not because he saw something from Xie Tian, but because his knowledge of martial arts was extraordinary. He could see that Xie Tian was extremely deficient in Primordial Yang. Obviously, he had lost his virginity a long time ago. If this kind of person were to punch him, it was very likely that he would be seriously injured.
"Forget it, this Young Master has always been a man of his word. Today, I will make an exception for you!" Zhou Zhaoyang shook his head in displeasure. He pointed at Xie Tian and shouted at the referee, "This kid is deficient in Primordial Yang. This Young Master is afraid that he will die in three moves. Let's change it to one move. If my body shakes, I lose!"
Xie Tian was slightly stunned.
At this moment, Elder Gong, who was sitting on the referee platform, could not help but stand up. After hesitating for a moment, he sat back down helplessly. His eyes were overflowing with light, staring at Xie Tian.
There was no Xie Tian in his eyes. There was only a Sky Shaking Bear that slowly stood up.
On the 33rd ring, Chen Qin excitedly clenched his fist. After the referee announced his victory, he left the ring and ran towards the 36th ring with Chen Qiang.
"Who is Xie Tian's opponent?"
"I'm not sure, but I believe that Xie Tian will win."
"Haha, of course, Xie Tian can only be defeated by me, Chen Qin! Let's go! "
Xie Tian calmly looked at Zhou Zhaoyang. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not choose to speak. Instead, he lowered his head and carefully retreated one inch, two inches …
He retreated a distance of four and a half inches, as if he felt that this distance was the most suitable. He couldn't help but nod, and then he punched the air a few times. No one knew if he was warming up, or if he was like other martial artists who would put on a show before starting.
Zhou Zhaoyang's face was red, as if he was enduring something. In the end, he could not bear it anymore and hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, "Referee, time out!"
The referee was startled. Thinking that something had happened to Zhou Zhaoyang, he quickly rushed to the ring. Just as he stepped on the ring, he heard a deafening burst of laughter.
Zhou Zhaoyang, who was squatting on the ground, laughed so hard that his stomach hurt because of Xie Tian's punches. After a long time, under the dumbfounded gazes of Xie Tian and the referee, he stood up, wiped his tears, and said in a trembling voice, "Let's begin, let's begin."
Yin He was also bewildered by the strangeness of the thirty-sixth arena. He murmured, "What are those two brats doing? One is retreating strangely and swinging his fist in a pretentious manner, while the other is laughing out loud for no reason. How troublesome."
Elder Gong's expression became more and more solemn, and the doubt in his eyes increased. At this moment, he had an impulse to declare Zhou Zhaoyang's one move promise invalid.
Only when Zhou Zhaoyang's breathing calmed down did the referee slowly descend the ring. Xie Tian knew that the referee wanted Zhou Zhaoyang to return to normal. Otherwise, the already unfair battle would become even more unfair.
"Begin!"
Zhou Zhaoyang heard the referee and covered his waist with both hands, his legs like pillars. Just his squatting posture caused a cloud of dust to rise on the ring. After the dust dispersed, Zhou Zhaoyang was no longer in the audience's eyes, only a prison that had stood unmoving for hundreds of years.
This cultivation technique was called the Captive Horse!
When Xie Tian heard the referee, he raised his head and closed his eyes.
In his eyes, a bear that stood on its hind legs appeared.
The head of the bear imitated Xie Tian's appearance, looking up at the sky and roaring.
Thus, Xie Tian also imitated the bear and silently said two sentences to the heavens and the earth.
"If the earth is unfair, I'll flatten you!"
"If the heavens are unfair, I'll flatten you!"
His voice was like thunder.
It blasted Xie Tian to the point that his battle intent trembled!
It blasted Xie Tian to the point that his vital energy and blood surged!
It blasted Xie Tian to the point that he opened his pair of eyes that seemed to know neither the heavens nor the earth!
The contempt on Zhou Zhaoyang's face froze when he saw those eyes.
The dust that danced in the wind froze when Xie Tian opened his eyes.
Elder Gong stood up shakily and stretched out his trembling right hand to point at Xie Tian who was on the arena. His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but the sudden shock that descended upon him caused him to be unable to say anything.
It was unknown what it was, but it suddenly descended on the arena in Bianliang City, the capital of the Kingdom of Song. It easily grabbed everyone's heart and controlled everyone's breathing.
The people around arena number thirty-six felt it the most.
Just when everyone was feeling suffocated, a clear voice rang out, unlocking the shackles that bound everyone.
"Pounce!"
Xie Tian calmly pushed his right palm toward Zhou Zhaoyang's chest, as if he was walking obediently.
But it was this appearance that caused an aura that could tear the heavens and split the earth to soar from the arena!
In an instant, on arena number thirty-six, a fierce wind howled and sand and stones flew!
What howled was not only the fierce wind, but also a scream that contained endless shock and fear.
What flew was not only sand and stones, but also a prison that had stood on the ground for hundreds of years.
The scream came from Zhou Zhaoyang's mouth.
The prison was built by Zhou Zhaoyang.
Withdrawing his right palm, Xie Tian stood still and watched Zhou Zhaoyang fall from the sky and land on the ground with a thud.
According to Zhou Zhaoyang's promise of one move, he had won because Zhou Zhaoyang had retreated thirty-two and a half steps. According to the rules of the tournament, he had also won because Zhou Zhaoyang had fallen off the stage.
So he looked at the referee and waited for the result.
Unfortunately, no one was looking at him. Everyone's eyes followed Zhou Zhaoyang's body, first up, then down, and finally, they were dumbstruck.
Chen Qin and Chen Qiang also saw a human body flying over their heads.
"He's so strong. Someone was sent flying again," Chen Qiang looked at the unconscious Zhou Zhaoyang and said enviously.
"That's normal." Chen Qin was a little excited. He glanced at Zhou Zhaoyang and said indifferently, "Bianliang rich young masters who have never experienced combat are so weak."
These two sentences that didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth had broken the stalemate of arena number 36 like lightning. Unfortunately, Xie Tian still didn't receive any attention. Everyone, including the judge, were looking at the arrogant duo from the Chen clan.
An ordinary young martial artist at the seventh level of the Brute Force realm and a cripple at the fifth level of the Brute Force realm. They said that Zhou Zhaoyang, the number one genius of the number one family in Song Country, was a weak rich young master …
When the audience saw the cultivation of the two, they had to use great willpower to get rid of the strong dizziness in their heads. But the next moment, they realized that what the two said seemed to be right. Wasn't Young Master Zhou just sent flying with a palm …
At this moment, the countless faces around arena number thirty-six turned and looked at the calm Xie Tian.
The referee's eyes widened. He opened his mouth and wanted to say that it was impossible! This couldn't be true! How could Young Master Zhou lose? Unfortunately, he couldn't say it because Young Master Zhou's defeat had scared his soul to the highest heavens.
He seemed to remember that when Xie Tian went up the arena, he looked at him with pity. He seemed to remember that when Zhou Zhaoyang said the agreement of three moves, he wanted to give a thumbs up and praise Young Master Zhou for being kind and not taking advantage of others.
Zhou Zhaoyang really didn't take advantage of others. With just one palm, the battle had a clear result.
Xie Tian looked at the referee in confusion. The referee's body leaned back and was about to fall. When he wanted to pull him up, it was already too late. But there was no need to worry. The Chen duo considerately caught the referee.
"Hey, referee, who won?"
The referee's mouth opened and closed a few times. He stuttered, "D-D-D-D …"
"Haha! Xie Tian, you win! "
The Chen duo threw the referee to the ground with a bang and left with Xie Tian, who got off the arena, in high spirits.
"D-D-D-D …" The referee finally said what he wanted to say and fainted.
On the referee platform, Elder Gong turned his head and looked at Yin He, who was sitting on the ground with a face full of disbelief. He shook his head and sighed heavily.
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