Zhang Qing wasn't good at leg techniques, so he could only walk up to the ring. He was wearing a green martial arts uniform, and his muscles were tight, giving people a feeling of explosive strength.
Nie Feng's expression was slightly solemn, but fortunately, he was good at using leg techniques. His speed was fast and agile, which was just enough to restrain this kind of opponent who was full of brute strength and speed. However, he must not be hit by him. Thinking about being hit by him, Nie Feng trembled slightly. Just thinking about it made him feel a chill.
Ye Feng looked at the two people on the stage, his eyes flashed as their status panel appeared.
Name: Nie Feng.
Age: 16
[Power: 28 years.]
[Talent: Sword Dao Proficiency (Gold)]
Leg Skill Mastery [Gold]
[Martial Arts: Level 4(Level 6 Wind-God Kick]
[Realm: First-class]
[Equipment: None]
Name
: Zhang Qing.
Age: 22
[Skill: 14 years.]
[Talent: Fist Proficiency [Blue]]
[Martial Arts: Basic Fist Technique Level 6(Level 10]
Iron Shirt Level 4(Level 10.
Arhat Fist Level 7(Level 10.
[Realm: First-class]
[Equipment: None]
According to the data and the situation on the field, Nie Feng's winning rate was 99%. As long as he didn't make any mistakes, there wouldn't be any problems.
Whether it was in terms of power or martial arts, he was inferior to Nie Feng. Moreover, his speed and agility were also very restrained.
The two of them had already gone up the stage and stood on both sides.
"Boom!"
The drums sounded outside the arena, and the two of them bowed to each other.
Nie Feng attacked first. He circulated his True Qi from his Dantian to his legs and then to the soles of his feet. His True Qi exploded.
In an instant, they turned into afterimages and charged at Zhang Qing. When he was close to Zhang Qing, he suddenly jumped up. The shadows of his legs filled the sky like a torrential river. Wave after wave of attacks came. Before he could get close to Zhang Qing, he had already brought about a strong wind. Just opening his eyes to see the attack was very troublesome.
Zhang Qing shouted angrily,"Ah!" The training suit he was wearing instantly shattered and flew out, revealing his bronze-colored body. He immediately circulated his true energy, and a faint gray light appeared on the surface of his body, sticking to his skin. It was really the most widely spread iron cloth in the martial arts world.
Xiong Ba, who was sitting on the throne, narrowed his eyes as he thought.
"According to this brightness and color, he should be almost at the middle level. Fortunately, with Feng 'er's level, there shouldn't be much of a problem.”
Soon, Xiong Ba was relieved.
Zhang Qing raised his horse and set it on the ring.
"Dun Dun! Dun Dun!
The two of them were bare-handed, but every time they collided, there would be the sound of metal clashing.
Nie Feng's leg shadows all hit Zhang Qing, but Zhang Qing's left arm was placed across his chest to block most of the attacks. His right hand was still waving, and he had to pay attention to dodging, so he did not cause much damage.
Nie Feng knew clearly that his advantage was speed. If he kept attacking and defending, he would eventually reveal his flaws.
"Strong grass in the wind!"
Not only did this move attack the enemy at an extremely fast speed, but it also had a huge force and contained terrifying damage.
At this moment, a small whirlwind had already swept out around Zhang Qing's body. Nie Feng was passing through the whirlwind.
Zhang Qing looked around and found that Nie Feng's figure was everywhere. He couldn't find the real one at all. His head was already sweating slightly. It was really terrible.
He didn't know which direction Nie Feng would attack from, so he maintained the Iron Skin Technique. It wasn't as easy as he thought.
Nie Feng's figure suddenly attacked from the left. This kick was as fast as lightning. Zhang Qing could tell that this was the real Nie Feng from the momentum. He gathered his Genuine Qi and punched out with his right fist with the strength of a thousand pounds.
At this moment, the corners of Zhang Qing's mouth had already curled up, and joy was already on his face. As long as he dared to take this punch, he would definitely be sent flying and fall to the ground.
The corners of Xiong Ba's mouth curled up. He already knew that Nie Feng had won.
The moment Zhang Qing hit Nie Feng, he knew that he was wrong. Nie Feng was just an illusion, but this illusion had such a realistic aura. It was really amazing.
His right fist hit the shadow and smashed into the air, causing him to stagger and lose his balance.
On Zhang Qing's right, Nie Feng's figure flashed out and kicked out, bringing with it a sharp wind whistle.
"Bang!"
A figure flew out of the ring and landed heavily on the ground.
Nie Feng flew down and helped him up.
Cheers rang out outside the arena, and there were also the screams of some women.
Before she could even celebrate, Wen Chouchou's ear-piercing and nauseating voice rang out.
"Aiya! Congratulations, Young Master Feng! Congratulations to Young Master Feng! I'm happy to be the hall master!" Wen Chouchou said happily.
"Young Master Feng, do you have anything to say to me?”Wen Chouchou coyly winked at Nie Feng. Nie Feng held back his smile, goosebumps all over his body. He flew up and disappeared.
"Aiya! How annoying!" Wen Chouchou continued to act coquettishly.
The crowd could not help but retch.
Xiong Ba glared at him.
Wen Chouchou's body trembled as he hurriedly said.
"Next round, Bu Jingyun versus Duan Lang!”
After saying that, he twisted his buttocks and held his waist as he ran down with a fan. He was afraid that he would be beaten if he ran too slowly.
Bu Jingyun was dressed in black clothes and a cape, exuding a cold aura. His knife-like face was expressionless, and his curly black hair reached his neck, making him stand out from the crowd.
He tapped the tip of his toes and spread out his arms like a roc spreading its wings. The cloak behind him flapped in the air and he was already on the stage after landing.
On the throne.
Xiong Ba looked at Ye Feng, his expression was stern and solemn.
Ye Feng felt an aura pressing down on him, he saw Xiong Ba staring at him.
Seeing Xiong Ba's gaze, he nodded slightly. Xiong Ba then retracted his gaze and looked at the arena.
Bu Jingyun crossed his arms and looked at Duan Lang provocatively.
However, Duan Lang ignored him. Instead, he circulated his zhenqi and jumped into the air with the tip of his toes. He flipped in the air and landed on the stage.
He looked at Bu Jingyun proudly. His golden hair was fluffy but not messy, and it fell on his shoulders. His slightly delicate face was filled with pride, and his heroic eyes were fixed on Bu Jingyun.
One was cold and the other was arrogant. The two of them stood on both sides of the arena.
A light flashed in his eyes, Ye Feng checked their stats.
Name: Bu Jingyun.
Age: 18
[Power: 26 years.]
[Talent: Sword Dao Proficiency [Gold]]
Palm Mastery [Gold].
[Martial arts: Huo Family Sword Technique, Level 4(8]
Cloud Palm Strike Level 4(Level 11.
[Realm: First-class]
[Equipment: None]
Name
: Duan Lang.
Age: Seventeen
[Power: 31 years.]
[Talent: Sword Dao Proficiency (Red)]
[Martial Arts: Eclipse Sword Technique Level 6(8]
[Realm: First-class]
[Equipment: Iron Sword]
In terms of power, Broken Wave still had some advantage.
No wonder Xiong Ba wanted to force Duan Lang to lose. With his current attributes, Duan Lang could almost crush Bu Jingyun.
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