The faces of those who had been knocked out by Zhang Xuan reddened in agitation.
Even though their fighting prowess was nowhere close to that of the Ten Crown Kings, they were still veterans of the battlefield. Yet, Hong Yang was still in the mood to put on an act after defeating ten opponents consecutively. Was he really going to leave them with any dignity?
However, thinking about it, with Hong Yang's strength, he should have been able to defeat twenty opponents consecutively.
Could it be that the fellow who had been fighting with them for so long and looked as though he would collapse at any moment also possessed such strength?
The crowd quickly turned their gazes to Zhang Xuan, hoping to gauge whether Hong Yang's words were true or not. However, all they saw was an empty look in his eyes, and his body was trembling slightly. He looked as if he would faint at any moment.
"I don't have such strength …" Zhang Xuan shook his head weakly. "I can't hold on any longer. I can't fight with you anymore …"
The greatest taboo in the underground market was to resort to trickery. He didn't want to get himself into trouble.
"That's not up to you! I, Hong Yang, will fight with anyone I want! "
Hong Yang narrowed his eyes as he stepped forward.
Hong long!
The entire dueling ring was filled with zhenqi, and an overwhelming pressure bore down on the crowd. It felt as if they would never be able to leave without fighting.
"You're going too far …" Zhang Xuan raised his head in indignation.
"Going too far?" Hong Yang shook his head. "Make your move. If you don't use your full strength, I can guarantee that you'll die here!"
Hong Yang chuckled softly as he channeled his zhenqi into his palm. It felt as if he was ready to launch his strongest attack at any moment.
"Since Hong Yang insists on fighting with that fellow, it's inevitable that the two of them will fight. Who do you think will win?"
"Do you even need to think about it? I'll bet on Hong Yang!"
"I'll bet on Hong Yang too. He's been known to be exceptionally brutal in every battle, tearing his opponents apart. This time … I think that fellow will be torn into four pieces!"
"I think it'll be six and a half!"
"No matter what, he's dead meat!"
…
Hearing Hong Yang's words, the faces of the crowd on the spectator stand reddened in agitation.
"Let's start the bet!"
Seeing the excitement on the faces of the crowd, Zhang Jiuxiao also clenched his fists in excitement.
In the previous few rounds, the odds weren't too different. At the very most, the odds would be doubled. Given how ferocious Hong Yang was, the odds would definitely be much higher.
He walked up to the bettor and saw that Zhang Xuan's odds of winning were indeed more than ten times!
In other words … almost everyone had bet on Hong Yang's victory. No one believed that this fellow who looked like he would faint at any moment could win!
"What a windfall …" Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes lit up in excitement as he passed his storage ring over. "I'll bet 1,800 concentrated high-tier spirit stones on Zhang Xuan's victory!"
"Bet on Zhang Xuan?"
When the person in charge of the opening saw that this fellow was still betting on this fellow, he shook his head and quickly went through the formalities without saying anything.
If no one gambled, how were they going to make money?
He could foresee that this guy would definitely lose his 1,800 spirit stones...
The bets on the spectator stands were in full swing.
On the stage, Hong Yang looked at the young man in front of him again. "Do it!"
"Forget it, I'm no match for you …" Zhang Xuan shook his head.
"It's not up to you anymore!"
Seeing that Zhang Xuan was still rejecting his bet, Hong Yang sneered coldly.
Hula!
Hong Yang's silhouette flickered, and he appeared right before Zhang Xuan. With a resounding boom, his massive fist came crashing down on Zhang Xuan.
Due to his massive size, Zhang Xuan looked no different from a child before him. With a single punch, the wind howled and the sound of thunder tore through the air. From the looks of it, Zhang Xuan would be reduced to a meat patty if he were to be struck.
Seeing that Hong Yang was going to make a move on him, Zhang Xuan sighed helplessly.
As expected of someone who had gone through so many life-and-death situations, Hong Yang's sixth sense was truly sharp.
His disguise was so convincing that no one in the surroundings was able to see through it. Yet, Hong Yang was unwilling to let him off so easily. Clearly, he was not as simple as he seemed.
"Forget it …"
Feeling the overwhelming might of Hong Yang's fist, Zhang Xuan knew that he could very well be pummeled to death if he didn't block it. Thus, he could only helplessly take a step to the side.
Huala!
A single step wasn't too far away, but it was just enough to avoid Hong Yang's attack.
"Humph!"
Hong Yang's fist suddenly changed into a horizontal sweep as he chased after Zhang Xuan.
"What swift maneuver maneuvers …"
Zhang Xuan was astonished.
If it had been anyone else, they would have surely failed to catch up with Hong Yang's maneuver. Yet, this fellow was able to change his maneuver at the last moment without any hesitation, as if he had been prepared beforehand. His reflexes and battle instincts were far superior to even Hall Master Xing's.
"He's probably on par with one of the three of us … Incredible!"
Zhang Xuan swiftly made a rough calculation, and he was horrified.
For a black market fighter to be able to match one of the three of them in terms of reflexes and reflexes was already frightening.
Knowing that it was too late for him to dodge, Zhang Xuan exhaled deeply. His chest caved in, and his entire body became as thin as a sheet of paper.
This wasn't a move that he had learned from his clone. Instead, it was a unique battle technique that he used to evade close-range attacks.
Even an ordinary human would be able to cave in several inches just by exhaling, let alone a cultivator.
This was a technique that required one to retract the zhenqi in one's chest into one's abdomen in the blink of an eye. Using the pressure of the air pressure, one's chest caved in to form a fist's thickness.
In a battle between experts, Hong Yang's chest caved in at the slightest moment, and Hong Yang's attack missed once more. However, he didn't stop there. Instead, he turned his fist into a palm and pressed down on Zhang Xuan's chest.
His palm was already too close to Hong Yang's chest. If he were to be struck, his heart would be pierced through, and he would die on the spot.
Just as everyone thought that it would be impossible for him to dodge Hong Yang's attack, Zhang Xuan suddenly bounced back up. It was hard to tell whether it was because he couldn't dodge Hong Yang's attack or because he had exhausted all of his strength.
As if a deflated balloon, a powerful force pushed against Hong Yang's palm.
With Hong Yang's palm facing downward, Hong Yang's bounced chest happened to be pushed to the side. In the blink of an eye, Hong Yang was repelled. Following which, Zhang Xuan took a step forward and grabbed the other party.
This was the same move that had won him ten consecutive matches previously.
"Hmm?"
Not expecting the young man before him to still be able to counterattack even in such a passive situation, Hong Yang narrowed his eyes in astonishment.
His earlier attack might have seemed simple, but it was actually the Consecutive Three Strikes that he was most famous for. Even the Conqueror of Ten wouldn't be able to last past the second move!
Not only was the young man before him able to dodge his consecutive attacks, he was even able to make use of the opportunity to counterattack. Just as he had guessed, the young man before him possessed extraordinary strength.
Excited, Hong Yang raised his other arm, intending to parry the other party's palm strike. However, at that moment, he suddenly saw the young man before him curling his lips up into a smile.
Hong Yang's mind buzzed, and his body swayed weakly as he felt a little light-headed.
"This is bad. That's the ability of a terpsichore!"
Hong Yang narrowed his eyes in shock.
The other party's smile was one of the most famous terpsichore arts, Birth of a Hundred Charms!
Legend had it that the person who had created this move was an extremely powerful terpsichore from ten thousand years ago. With a single glance, he could bewitch a hundred charms with just a single smile!
Those who were struck by this move would immediately fall unconscious, thus losing their ability to fight.
But … wasn't this a move that only females were capable of executing?
Why would a man like him be able to execute this move as well? Not to mention, it looked so alluring as well!
Feeling his head getting dizzier and dizzier, Hong Yang hurriedly bit down on his tongue to clear his mind. However, before he could do so, the young man's palm had already arrived before him.
The young man's palm strike was as heavy as a mountain. No matter how he tried, he couldn't dodge it at all.
Pah!
A resounding slap sounded, and a five-finger imprint immediately appeared on his face, causing it to swell up.
"You …"
Feeling the searing pain on his face, as if he had just been torn in half, Hong Yang felt so frenzied that he was on the verge of going insane.
To think that the Conqueror of Hundred of the underground black market would actually be slapped in the face after using just a single move … This was truly humiliating!
"I'll tear you apart!"
Hong Yang bellowed furiously. Just as he was about to make a move, the young man suddenly retreated eight steps after slapping him. It was as if he had overexerted himself once more, and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he would collapse at any moment. "I've already said that my body won't be able to hold on any longer, so I won't be able to fight you anymore. Forget it, I really am no match for you …"
"You …"
Hong Yang was on the verge of exploding.
It was just a moment ago that the other party had delivered a vicious slap to his face, and now, the other party wanted to forget about it? How could there be such a thing in the world?
Not a match for you? You nearly crippled me with your slap. If I were a match for you, wouldn't I be killed right away?
Boom!
Hong Yang stomped his foot and charged forward once more.
This time, he used his strongest move. Zhenqi burst forth from his fingertips, forming a massive cage around him.
"Hong Yang is furious!"
"Once he's enraged, someone is bound to die …"
"It was just a coincidence that he managed to slap Hong Yang earlier. He won't be so lucky this time around …"
A commotion broke out in the spectator stand.
Everyone was still in a daze from Hong Yang's slap earlier, but upon seeing Hong Yang exploding, they couldn't help but feel agitated once more.
Hu la!
Hong Yang's palm strike arrived right before Zhang Xuan, and it felt as if it was going to shatter the heavens and earth.
As expected of the Conqueror of Hundred, his fighting prowess wasn't to be underestimated.
Facing the other party's pressure, Zhang Xuan retreated once more. He twisted his body and dodged Hong Yang's strongest move before raising his palm and sending another slap over.
It was the same movement as before, and it was the same move as before.
"You want to use the same move on me twice? Dream on!"
Seeing that it was the same move again, Hong Yang roared furiously as he raised his palm to meet the other party's attack.
Just as Hong Yang was about to clash with the other party's palm strike, he suddenly saw the young man before him smiling evilly once more.
This time, it was even more radiant than before.
His vision darkened once more, and he felt dizzy once more. His palm strike also froze in midair, as if it had frozen.
Padah!
Hong Yang felt a burning sensation on his face once more, and his body involuntarily spun twice.
"Ahhh!"
Hong Yang clutched at his hair in agitation.
Roaring furiously, he continued charging forward. However, halfway through his charge, he suddenly heard the helpless voice of the young man before him, "I already told you that my body can't hold on anymore, so I won't be able to fight with you anymore. I told you that I should just forget it … but you just wouldn't listen! I really don't want to fight with you anymore … I'm really not a match for you! "
"Not a match for you? You don't want to fight with me? "
Touching the two red and swollen palm prints on his face, Hong Yang shuddered.
You call this being unable to hold on anymore?
If you were able to hold on, wouldn't I have been beaten to death by you?
Can you not be so arrogant?
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