The university's military training was an unforgettable memory for many people. To be able to pull out the flag of victory from thousands of students was something that they could be proud of for the rest of their lives.
"Mo Wen and that Yang Qi are up against each other. Who do you think will win?"
The round-faced girl leaned forward and said.
"Of course it's Mo Wen." Qin Xiaoyou said subconsciously. She did not know when it started, but she had an indescribable confidence in Mo Wen.
"Pfft. That's not necessarily true. I know that Yang Qi. He comes from a noble family, and he's young and promising. He's even stronger than me." Wang Xiaofei raised her eyebrows and teased, "Xiaoyou, I reckon that Mo Wen will definitely be beaten up into a pig's head by Yang Qi."
"If Yang Qi is so great, why don't you just marry him?"
Qin Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at Wang Xiaofei.
"Aiyo, I didn't say good things about Mo Wen. Someone is immediately unhappy." Wang Xiaofei stretched out her hand and pinched Qin Xiaoyu's tender face. "I will not marry Yang Qi. I don't like him."
"Go to the side, don't disturb others watching the match."
Qin Xiaoyu raised her hand and swatted Wang Xiaofei's hand away. She focused her attention on the center of the arena, and her hands unconsciously tightened again.
"Mo Wen, I've heard a lot about you."
Yang Qi laughed coldly as he looked at Mo Wen.
"Who are you?" Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. He really did not understand why this youth was hostile towards him.
"My name is Yang Qi. Perhaps you don't know me, but from now on, you'll definitely remember my name."
Yang Qi calmly stretched his arms and legs.
"You sure are confident." Mo Wen smiled noncommittally.
"I admit that you're quite powerful, but this is as far as you're going to go when you meet me. Also, let me remind you not to get too close to Qin Xiaoyou. Otherwise, you will be in trouble. "
Yang Qi looked at Mo Wen playfully. Although he did not believe that Mo Wen and Qin Xiaoyou had any ambiguous relationship, he did not like it when a man was too close to the woman he liked.
"I don't need you to remind me whether I'll be unlucky or not. Make your move. I want to see if your skills are as good as your mouth."
Mo Wen suddenly smiled. So it had something to do with Qin Xiaoyou again. He was curious. There was nothing going on between him and Qin Xiaoyou, so why were there so many people who disliked him?
Without another word, Yang Qi took a step forward, his energy surging. Sharp light erupted from him, and his eyes shone with a cold light that seemed to weigh down on everyone present.
With a few simple steps, he appeared in front of Mo Wen. He extended his right hand, and a burst of pressure burst forth, directly grabbing Mo Wen's shoulder.
Mo Wen felt a slight weight on his body, and the surrounding air seemed to have thickened.
A glint of surprise flashed in his eyes. The technique of condensing Qi into pressure was very brilliant in its control of Inner Qi. Normally, only ancient martial art practitioners in the Soothing Pulse realm could use it against their enemies.
Yang Qi's cultivation was only in the middle stage of Regulated Breathing, yet he was able to use Qi-Condensing Pressure. It was clear that his level of ancient martial arts was above Wang Xiaofei's.
Moreover, the aura that erupted in an instant when he made his move was probably something that only someone who had killed before could possess.
Yang Qi's overall quality was definitely not something that Wang Yuan and Shao Jianyang, who had only learned ancient martial arts for a few years, could compare to.
"Interesting."
Mo Wen smiled with interest. He had finally met a decent opponent. Honestly speaking, Yang Qi was more like a martial arts practitioner who had traveled the Jianghu. As for Wang Yuan and Shao Jianyang, they were juniors who had only learned for a few years.
In the face of Yang Qi's determined grab, Mo Wen's body merely shook slightly. A strange wave emanated from his body, and the pressure that Yang Qi had gathered with great difficulty disappeared.
Mo Wen's feet moved slightly, and he used the Inch Travel Steps to escape Yang Qi's grab in an instant. His figure appeared on Yang Qi's left side at an unbelievable angle, and he threw a punch straight at Yang Qi's left rib.
Mo Wen disappeared in an instant, and a gust of wind hit his left rib. Yang Qi's expression changed immediately.
He didn't understand how Mo Wen could escape from his pressure so easily, and even appear on his left.
Only an ancient martial art practitioner whose cultivation was much higher than his opponent could ignore the opponent's pressure. Could it be that Mo Wen was an expert whose cultivation was much higher than his?!
Impossible!
Yang Qi immediately rejected the idea in his heart. To be able to ignore his pressure, he had to be at least an ancient martial art practitioner in the Soothing Pulse realm. How old was Mo Wen? Even if he had started practicing ancient martial arts in his mother's womb, it was impossible for him to become an ancient martial art practitioner in the Soothing Pulse realm at the age of seventeen or eighteen.
Yang Qi had been practicing in the sect since he was young, and after working hard for more than ten years, he was only in the intermediate stage of the Regulated Breathing realm. Moreover, he was called a genius in the sect. How could Mo Wen have the cultivation of the Soothing Pulse realm? Unless he was an exceptional demon like the Five Freaks of Hua Zhou University.
So, this thought only lasted for a moment. Facing Mo Wen's incoming fist, Yang Qi didn't even dodge. He threw a punch with his left hand behind him, ready to meet force with force. He wanted to see if Mo Wen really had such a terrifying cultivation.
However, Mo Wen suddenly changed his fist into a claw, and strangely wrapped around Yang Qi's fist.
Yang Qi's heavy fist seemed to have hit cotton, and he couldn't exert any strength at all. He was shocked and prepared to retract his fist, but it was too late. Mo Wen grabbed his fist and dragged it behind him. Yang Qi's body tilted forward uncontrollably.
"Humph, insignificant skill."
Yang Qi saw that Mo Wen's pull didn't send him flying. Instead, he was happy. From this, he could conclude that Mo Wen's cultivation was not as good as his, and was estimated to be around the later stage of the Body Consolidation realm. Otherwise, if he had used force to pull, he would definitely have been sent flying.
Thinking of this, Yang Qi's fighting spirit was instantly raging. He didn't resist at all. Instead, he stomped his feet, and his body pounced forward. With a flip, he swept his leg out, preparing to send Mo Wen flying.
Mo Wen smiled strangely and let go of Yang Qi's left hand. Both his fists faced Yang Qi's descending leg.
A sudden tiger's roar sounded strangely, as if a huge tiger was roaring at the sky.
That overbearing tiger's roar made Yang Qi's mind dizzy for a moment, and the strength in his leg suddenly decreased.
In the next moment, the fist and leg collided. A dull sound exploded, and Yang Qi's whole body was suddenly sent flying. He flew for four or five meters before crashing onto the ground.
Mo Wen's feet were on the ground, and he didn't move an inch.
"You … What fist technique is that?"
Yang Qi's face was ashen as he crawled up from the ground. That fall just now had almost made him dizzy. Especially his leg, the excruciating pain was constantly transmitted to his brain. Although he didn't check, he knew that his calf was probably swollen.
In that punch just now, Mo Wen's strength seemed to be no less than his. He was careless and fell for it.
If the two of them had fought on flat ground, he might not have lost. However, he was suspended in the air just now, and his strength had been reduced by half.
But even so, his heart was still filled with shock. His cultivation was only at the later stage of the Body Consolidation realm, so how could he have the strength of the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm?
Moreover, that punch just now had a strange tiger's roar in his mind. That tiger's roar seemed to have the ability to kill with sound waves. Suddenly being hit by it, the strength in his leg was reduced by half.
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