With her hands and feet caught, Shui Lingyun could only rely on her other leg to support her body. She had completely lost the ability to attack.
"Do you admit defeat?" Zhou Yang smiled.
"No. Let go of me and fight again if you can."
"You are no match for me. Since you don't admit defeat, I can only continue."
After Zhou Yang finished speaking, he did not attack Shui Lingyun. Instead, he lifted her leg up.
"Let go!"
Shui Lingyun turned pale with fright. Her leg had already been lifted to Zhou Yang's waist. If he continued to lift it up, her already torn dress would continue to slide down. There were tens of thousands of people in the audience.
"Admit defeat."
Zhou Yang shook his head and continued to lift his hand. Finally, Shui Lingyun's leg began to slide down.
The audience was extremely excited. Some even squatted down.
What would it look like under the skirt of a beauty ranked 59th on the Rising Star List?
I can't lift it up anymore. If I do, I will really be exposed. Shui Lingyun was so angry that she was trembling.
"Stop!"
With a delicate shout, Shui Lingyun grabbed her skirt tightly with one hand.
"You admit defeat?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.
Shui Lingyun blushed. Looking at her leg that was already in front of Zhou Yang's shoulder, she finally nodded. "I … I admit defeat."
。 "No. Call me Brother Zhou and say that you admit defeat. Otherwise, I, I can only …" Zhou Yang tightened his grip again.
"Don't!"
Shui Lingyun took a deep breath. Her chest heaved violently. After a while, she finally suppressed her anger and said, "Brother Zhou, I admit defeat. Please let me go."
"Will you still fight if I let you go?"
"No. I promise I won't." Shui Lingyun squeezed out a smile and said.
"Okay."
After Zhou Yang finished speaking, he let go of Shui Lingyun. However, the moment he did so, Shui Lingyun slapped his chest.
At this critical moment, Zhou Yang's hand also reached for Shui Lingyun's chest.
Time seemed to have stopped.
Shui Lingyun's hand stopped an inch away from Zhou Yang's chest, but Zhou Yang's hand was already on her chest.
"You …"
Shui Lingyun lowered her head and saw that her left breast had already become deformed. This guy had actually attacked her breast in front of everyone, and just now … just now, he seemed to have scratched a few times.
Zhou Yang was a bit embarrassed. Originally, he only wanted to force Shui Lingyun back, because his arms were longer than Shui Lingyun's, so his strength would definitely arrive first. However, he still neglected one thing. Not only were his arms longer than Shui Lingyun, Shui Lingyun's chest was also taller than his, so his hand had arrived first. Moreover, the target was too soft, so he instantly understood that it was a woman's chest, so he forcefully withdrew the last of his strength.
However, Shui Lingyun would rather be sent flying than be caught by Zhou Yang.
"Zhou Yang, I won't let you off."
Shui Lingyun, whose face was completely red, immediately flew up and disappeared after a short while. She did not have the face to stay in this place any longer.
Zhou Yang clenched his fists. He could still feel the lingering fragrance on his hands. He thought to himself that he had been thoroughly hated by this woman.
"Zhou Yang wins this battle. However, Zhou Yang, you must not act like this in the future …" Old Cheng frowned as he looked at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang nodded, looking a bit embarrassed. This time, he really did not do it on purpose.
"Do you still have anyone for the next battle?" Old Cheng looked at Zheng Shaofeng and asked.
Zheng Shaofeng's face was pale. Obviously, he had been injured by anger. He looked at Bian Ziheng beside him and said, "Bian Ziheng, go and kill Zhou Yang. In the future, the day I become the family leader will be the day you become the chief elder."
"I will fight with Zhou Yang, but after this battle, we will go our separate ways."
After saying this, Bian Ziheng jumped onto the martial arts arena.
"Zhou Yang, you are indeed very strong, so I will use my strongest move to deal with you." Bian Ziheng's eyes were cold. After a short while, a strong sword will spread out.
Bian Ziheng, ranked 57th on the Rising Star List, was the second strongest among the disciples of the Zheng family's martial arts gym.
"Sword Solution!"
With a low shout, Bian Ziheng's body suddenly turned into a golden big sword. Then, the big sword split into nine, forming nine small swords.
However, these nine small swords did not fly into the sky. Instead, they jumped on the ground like people, then they surrounded Zhou Yang.
"What a strange swordsmanship!"
Zhou Yang frowned. The scene of thousands of swords flying in the sky when he fought against Jian Wuhen was still fresh in his memory. At this moment, Bian Ziheng's sword solution did not look as spectacular as thousands of swords flying in the sky, but it was obviously more terrifying than Jian Wuhen's.
This was because these swords all had the aura of a martial artist. In other words, they were all Bian Ziheng's sword clones.
Swoosh!
A long sword rushed towards Zhou Yang, then it changed direction in the air and slashed at Zhou Yang's side.
Zhou Yang was caught off guard and could only use his strong body to block.
Bang!
The strong force made Zhou Yang take three steps back, but the sword only paused in the air for a moment.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh …
The next moment, the nine swords moved together and attacked Zhou Yang like nine people surrounding him. Moreover, their attacks were all close to Zhou Yang's body.
At this moment, if he was an ordinary person, there was no need to fight at all. He would have been cut into pieces. Even though Zhou Yang's body was strong, he still felt the piercing pain. If this continued, he would probably become a sandbag.
In desperation, he could only draw his sword …
He raised his sword up high and an invisible force spread out. For a moment, everyone's hearts sank. It was as though a great mountain was pressing down on them. Their cultivation bases were constantly being suppressed. Immediately after that, they felt an urge to kneel down and worship the sword.
The might of a king!
The martial artists here were not simple people. They quickly understood that this was the might of a king. Immediately, everyone retreated.
But at this moment, the sound of a sword resounded. The next moment, all the swords flew into the sky.
The sword of a king!
At this moment, Zhou Yang was alone with his sword. It was as if he was the only person left in the world. Under the great pressure, the nine swords surrounding him were suppressed to the ground. After a while, there was a roar and the nine swords revealed Bian Ziheng's real body.
Bian Ziheng raised his head. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and held on. But under the might of a king, the more he held on, the greater the pressure. After a while, he lowered his head.
"I … I admit defeat!"
Finally, Bian Ziheng admitted defeat. Zhou Yang also retracted the might of a king. At the same time, he had a whole new level of respect for Bian Ziheng. This person's strength was indeed well-deserved. If he did not have the sword of a king, it would be very difficult for him to win against Bian Ziheng.
This caused him to be on guard.
If a person ranked fifty-seventh was so strong, then how strong were the Five Hidden Dragons and Four Young Phoenixes in the top ten of the Rising Star List?
His strength was still too weak.
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