The unique nature of Dragon Tiger Arena and the fact that most of the martial artists in the area had extraordinary abilities made the dozen top-class elites who had entered the arena one after another not dare to readily go up the stage.
No one wanted their journey in the martial arts tournament to end just like that, because there were plenty of elites who could easily defeat them. Hence, all of them waited quietly at the foot of the stage beside the seniors of their sects to observe the situation.
Their trip to Dragon Tiger Arena was like they were treading on thin ice.
It was the same for Happy.
He quietly watched Guo Jing and Zhang Wuji fight fiercely!
Both sides fought until the sky and earth were dark.
The large dragon behind Guo Jing had already turned into a huge eight-clawed golden dragon as it continued attacking. As it breathed, small dragons shot out like cannonballs, and dragon roars rose into the air.
Zhang Wuji might not have been injured when he used Taichi Skill during the early stages of the fight, but not only did he swiftly increase Guo Jing's momentum, he also put himself in an even more passive and dangerous situation!
Heaven and Earth Great Shift!
He had no choice but to use Heaven and Earth Great Shift to use Guo Jing's strength to negate his attack!
But even so, he could not completely suppress Guo Jing.
The profound secret of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm was that each palm strike would be stronger than the last. He could use the power of the previous palm strike to negate the damage of the last palm strike, as if he was performing the simplest subtraction method. Besides, Guo Jing's fist technique was also stronger, so Zhang Wuji was naturally at a slight disadvantage.
If it were not for the fact that Zhang Wuji had Nine Yang Divine Skill and had endless qi, he might have already been heavily injured by Guo Jing.
The elites from the six great system-allocated sects and many martial artists nodded in the audience seats.
"As expected of Great Swordsman Guo. Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm is indeed one of the strongest ultimate techniques in the world!" The underlying meaning behind his words was that he was certain that Guo Jing had the advantage and that Zhang Wuji would lose.
Even Zhang Sanfeng nodded repeatedly.
"Great Swordsman Guo, your qi is great, and the wind generated by your palm strikes is strange. You can charge forward with an indomitable spirit. It's no wonder why you can defend Xiangyang City and protect the borders. You do indeed have the air of a general!"
At this moment, a slightly high-pitched voice suddenly rose from a nearby shed.
"I heard that Cult Master Zhang's Nine Yang Divine Skill is outstanding, and you can learn any martial art you want. I wonder if it's true." When they heard the incredibly clear and familiar voice, Zhang Sanfeng and the other sect leaders were shocked.
"Happy."
"I see, Young Swordsman Happy has also come with the elites from the Murong Clan …" The elites from the six great system-allocated sects cast him friendly gazes and nodded in acknowledgment.
Happy wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed to them one by one. Then, he turned his gaze to the battlefield.
At this moment!
The situation on the field suddenly changed.
Zhang Wuji was originally at the end of his wits, but he suddenly imitated Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, and his momentum changed. His previous slickness instantly became firm and fierce!
Zhang Wuji practiced Nine Yang Divine Skill, and it was the strongest qi cultivation technique in the world. He had astonishing qi, and his qi came in an endless stream. He imitated Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, and in an instant, a huge dragon clashed head-on against Guo Jing.
BOOM!!!
The mighty dragon's roar and the frenzied Qi waves violently collided, immediately causing an unprecedented shock wave to burst forth on the arena. The people outside the arena were all affected, and the sheds were fluttering, as if they were about to fall apart.
This time …
Zhang Wuji actually understood how to handle Guo Jing. He fought him head-on, and he used the advantage of Nine Yang Divine Skill's endless stream of qi to exchange blows with Guo Jing. With his qi realm that surpassed Inaction Realm, he forcefully stopped Guo Jing's rising momentum.
In an instant, both of them exchanged countless blows!
Violent gusts of wind blew in all directions from the arena.
Huang Rong's expression changed swiftly at the foot of the stage, and she cried out in surprise.
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm!"
But Happy just smiled proudly.
As expected of Zhang Wuji. With just a slight nudge, he managed to react to the situation. Because of it, the victor between them was turned around. With Taichi Skill and Heaven and Earth Great Shift, Zhang Wuji was in a position where he could not lose. With the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm that Nine Yang Divine Skill imitated, it was no longer a problem for him to win against Guo Jing.
The arena where the duo fought was already destroyed to the point that it was a scene of devastation. The palm-generated wind howled around them, and dragon roars could be heard nonstop. It was as if the arena had been ravaged by a grade twelve typhoon, and no one could get close to it.
"Haha!
This feels great! "
Guo Jing's hearty and heroic laughter traveled nonstop in the typhoon. He delivered palm strike after palm strike. Complete Reality Sect's qi cultivation technique also had the effect of continuously recovering qi.
Zhang Wuji did not want to be outdone. He frequently exchanged palm strikes. His qi was full, and he was in high spirits!
The fight between the two matchless elites caused the fight between the other three pairs of elites to pale in comparison. It had already attracted everyone's attention.
When they exchanged more than one hundred moves, neither of them had a clear victor. A loud and clear laughter rose out of nowhere, and an awe-inspiring voice traveled clearly into the ears of all the people in the area.
"Great Swordsman Guo!"
"Cult Master Zhang!"
"Both of you are the strongest in the world. This battle will shock the world, but the goal of the martial arts tournament this time is to elect a master of the martial arts world. I cannot bear to see both of you injure each other. Why don't we call it a draw? What do you say?"
"Alright!"
"Cult Master Zhang, today is a grand event for the heroes of the world. Don't delay it because of us. Let's fight to our heart's content another day!" Guo Jing jumped into the arena, and his momentum vanished completely.
Zhang Wuji also turned around and stopped moving. He wrapped his fist in his palm and wrapped his fist in his palm.
"I will do as you bid me farewell."
Once he finished speaking, he cast a glance at Happy, who was at the foot of the stage. He nodded gratefully before both of them landed on the stage.
Happy smiled in understanding.
Reminding Zhang Wuji was not his original intention, but using Zhang Wuji to provoke Huang Rong and the people from Beggar's Sect was his true intention. As long as Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm was revealed frequently and he executed it, it would not be so eye-catching.
"Murong Clan Lady." At that moment, a rather calm voice came from the side. The aloof and aloof Dongfang Xiong spoke while facing them. "There are seats on the stage. Why don't we spar against each other? We can't let the heroes of the world look down on us. "
Compared to the disciples from the eight aristocratic families who only knew how to mock and mock them and act like despicable people, Dongfang Xiong was much gentler. At the very least, he did not make people feel disgusted.
Right when the Murong Clan Lady was about to get up, Happy, who had been standing quietly behind her, took a step forward.
"Since it's a spar between aristocratic families, let me do it in your place." There was a faint smile on Happy's face when he faced Dongfang Xiong's slightly dark expression. "The Murong Clan Lady is a person of high status, and it's not good for you to fight. Brother Dongfang, do you think that I'm not worthy of fighting against you?"
"Of course not."
Dongfang Xiong might have wanted to say yes, but the elites from the six great system-allocated sects were watching. Besides, the Murong Clan Lady and Nangong Ruoshui were by the side, so he quickly recovered. He nodded and jumped to the empty Dragon Tiger Arena.
Happy followed closely behind him. Right under the crowd's gazes, he slowly stepped onto the stage that symbolized the powerful players in the Chinese plains!
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