Xiao Changhe was just a second-generation rich kid. He had some money and some martial arts skills, so he did whatever he wanted. He was self-centered and did not know the meaning of restraint.
Usually, it was impossible for Zuo Qingcang to be enraged by such a character. In fact, he might even ignore him. Maybe if he had the time, he would find a time to assassinate him.
However, he was not Zuo Qingcang now. He was playing the role of a character called Zuo Zhicheng. As a poor, ordinary young man with a little talent, he stood up for his senior sister and went against the seniors of other martial arts schools. If such a young man was very calm and rational when he was in the ring, without any anger or arrogance, it would be really strange. It would also attract the attention of others.
Therefore, Zuo Zhicheng gave Xiao Changhe a slap. This slap would not only make him look normal in the eyes of others, but it would also anger Xiao Changhe and cause him to reveal his flaws.
Xiao Changhe was still a little stunned after he was slapped by his opponent. He could not believe it. However, this stunned state turned into a towering rage after a few seconds.
"I'll kill you!" With a roar, the muscles on his back shook violently as if he was flapping his wings. He was like an eagle in the sky, pouncing towards Zuo Zhicheng who was retreating.
Facing Xiao Changhe who was like a mad tiger, Zuo Zhicheng had no intention of fighting him head-on. He just kept dodging and moving to avoid his opponent's attacks. Of course, he did not dodge all of them. From time to time, he would be hit by his opponent's claws. Most of the time, he blocked them with his arms.
Below the ring, Yao Youwei looked at the battle in the ring. He shook his head and commented, "Interesting. This Zuo Zhicheng is very familiar with the Eagle Claw Style."
Qing Yueqiu, who was beside him, said, "He must have been trained beforehand. He is very familiar with the moves of the Eagle Claw Style. Moreover, his reaction is also slightly faster than Xiao Changhe's. "
"Indeed. However, his strength and speed are not as good as Xiao Changhe's. It seems that his Innate Qi cultivation is not as powerful as Changhe's. This match is still worth watching." Yao Youwei then looked at Zuo Zhicheng, whose teleportation space was getting smaller and smaller, and said, "But this kid is still too inexperienced. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes, he would have been beaten to the ground."
A person's reaction speed had a lot to do with their innate qualities, as well as their familiarity with things. In the eyes of some of the more observant martial artists below the ring, Zuo Zhicheng was younger than Xiao Changhe, had faster reflexes, and seemed to have been specially trained to deal with the Eagle Claw Art. That was why he was able to withstand Xiao Changhe's storm-like attacks.
On the stage, Xiao Changhe's pair of eagle claws danced in the air like a fierce tiger. With an oppressive pressure, he continuously attacked Zuo Zhicheng.
Xiao Jingyang looked at the red mark on his son's face, and his eyes became gloomier. Even if he won this match, the news of Zuo Zhicheng slapping Xiao Changhe's face would definitely spread. Thinking of this, he looked at Jiang Tien-cheng with even more hostility.
In his opinion, Jiang Tien-cheng had specially trained Zuo Zhicheng on how to deal with the Eagle Claw Art, and then came up to embarrass them. However, he did not expect that Zuo Zhicheng had also cultivated Innate Qi. Although he did not have psionic vision, he could tell from his opponent's speed and strength that it was a quality that only those who had cultivated Innate Qi could possess.
Just as he was thinking of this, another slap came from the ring. Xiao Jingyang turned around in disbelief and looked at Xiao Changhe's face. His son had been slapped in the same spot by Zuo Zhicheng again.
"Ah!" This time, Xiao Changhe's eyes were red, and he was like a mad tiger. Every move he made was aimed at Zuo Zhicheng's vital points. It seemed that he would not stop until one of them was dead.
The audience below the ring saw that Zuo Zhicheng was constantly dodging and blocking Xiao Changhe's attacks, but he was still not defeated. They looked at Zuo Zhicheng with more and more astonishment.
On the other side of the Haoran Martial Arts Center, Jiang Tien-cheng was smiling with satisfaction. It seemed that the training he had done to counter Zuo Zhicheng was not in vain. Because he knew that there was a huge gap between the two of them in terms of foundation, he had been training Zuo Zhicheng for the past three months. Other than using the Tianmen Fist Art to cultivate Innate Qi, he had also been training him to counter the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club's Eagle Claw Art to defend and dodge.
That's right, it was purely dodging. If it really did not work, then he would defend. The battle strategy that Jiang Tianzheng was thinking of was to constantly dodge and let the opponent take the initiative to expose a flaw.
Of course, to achieve this goal, he had to provoke his opponent. But he did not expect …
"I can't believe he slapped his face like this … This time, I've made a big enemy of the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club …" Although this was what he said, Jiang Tien-cheng's eyes revealed a faint smile.
On the arena, Xiao Changhe was already furious after being slapped twice. His eyes were fixed on Zuo Zhicheng like a mad dog as he chased after the latter without letting go.
However, Zuo Zhicheng's dodging skills were getting better and better. His originally disorderly footsteps became more stable and skillful. It looked like he was walking on a steel wire and could be attacked at any time. But every time he got close to Xiao Changhe's hands, he just brushed past them.
On the other hand, Xiao Changhe was panting and his footsteps were disorderly after a series of furious attacks.
Seeing this, Xiao Jingyang's eyes widened and he thought to himself, "This is bad."
On the other side, Yao Youwei laughed. "If Xiao Changhe fought steadily and relied on his physical advantage to slowly press on, Zuo Zhicheng would have no chance at all.
But it's a pity that two slaps agitated him to this extent. It only shows that he is not calm enough. "
On the other side, looking at Xiao Changhe who was about to lose, Qing Yueqiu did not say anything. But there was a trace of doubt in her eyes as she looked at Zuo Zhicheng. It was as if there was something strange that was hard to explain.
In the ring, Xiao Changhe once again clawed at Zuo Zhicheng's shoulder. However, Zuo Zhicheng skillfully dodged it and quickly crashed into Xiao Changhe's arms. It looked as if he had practiced this move hundreds or thousands of times.
In fact, it was too easy for Zuo Zhicheng to dodge Xiao Changhe's attacks with his strength. In addition, with the new function of his left eye, he could clearly see the changes in his opponent's strength. Often, before Xiao Changhe made a move, Zuo Zhicheng could predict what his opponent was going to do based on the flow of strength and his own experience. This made Xiao Changhe even less likely to have a chance. This also made Zuo Zhicheng's acting more natural.
Seeing that Xiao Changhe was knocked into Zuo Zhicheng's arms, Xiao Jingyang and Jiang Tien-cheng on both sides of the ring stood up and stared at the situation in the ring.
Seeing that Xiao Changhe was forced to this point, he also knew that it was time to decide the winner. His claws made a buzzing sound, like a pair of eagle's claws, and clawed at Zuo Zhicheng's shoulders.
On the other side, Zuo Zhicheng did not care at all. After approaching, he directly punched Xiao Changhe's chest with both of his fists. His whole body was like the Bajiquan Leaning Against the Mountain, and he crashed into Xiao Changhe's body.
There was a loud boom! Xiao Changhe, who was already unstable, was directly hit by the impact. His whole body shook violently, and he stumbled back and fell out of the ring.
On the other hand, Zuo Zhicheng's shoulders made a hissing sound. Two wounds were directly cut by the eagle's claws, and blood flowed out from the wounds.
But now, no one cared about this, because no matter what injuries Zuo Zhicheng had suffered, Xiao Changhe had been directly knocked out of the ring.
The winner had been decided, and the winner was obvious.
Xiao Changhe touched his chest, which was still a little painful, and raised his head in disbelief. He looked at Zuo Zhicheng's shadow in the ring and was about to climb up.
"I don't accept this!"
"I haven't lost yet!"
Xiao Jingyang snorted coldly, and a pair of iron claws left five fingerprints on the table beside him. He coldly ordered the disciples beside him, "Why aren't you dragging him down? Don't make a fool of yourself."
Under the drag of five or six big men, Xiao Changhe was still struggling, trying to climb up the ring.
He shouted with a red face,
"Let me go! I don't accept this! Let me go up and fight again! "
"Zuo Zhicheng! The previous round doesn't count. If you have the guts, fight with me again! "
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