"Uh…Ah…"
Under the pain in his right arm, the force that was originally condensed on Yue Jiaming's body could not help but dissipate. The following continuous movements immediately revealed a flaw.
Seeing this opportunity, Yan Zhendong's lips curled up slightly. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as his left eagle claw suddenly shot out and instantly appeared above Yue Jiaming's right shoulder.
As his thoughts changed, Yan Zhendong's Eagle Claw Hand burst forth with strength. The muscles on his five fingers solidified, and his five nails suddenly popped out like the claws of a feline, shining coldly like five sharp blades.
"Five Eagles Flying Together!"
Yan Zhendong's left eagle claw suddenly grabbed at Yue Jiaming's shoulder. If he managed to grab hold of Yue Jiaming's right arm, it would be a different story if Yue Jiaming's right arm was still intact.
"Not good!"
Seeing Yan Zhendong's five sharp talons coming down on his right shoulder, Yue Jiaming's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. He immediately swung the sword in his left hand at Yan Zhendong's left talon.
Seeing this, Yan Zhendong seemed to have expected it. The eagle claw on his left hand instantly changed direction and grabbed Yue Jiaming's sheathed saber.
At the same time, Yan Zhendong's right foot flashed and struck Yue Jiaming's chest three times in a row like a whip, causing Yue Jiaming's blood to boil.
Under the intense pain, Yue Jiaming also went berserk. The strength of his entire body exploded, and he also flew up and kicked Yan Zhendong's waist with his right leg.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Yue Jiaming's explosive strength did not break through Yan Zhendong's Iron Mantle's defense, but it managed to push Yan Zhendong back. Yue Jiaming immediately took advantage of the momentum to retreat backwards, intending to increase the distance between him and Yan Zhendong.
As the saying goes, it is better to chase after the enemy with your remaining courage. How could Yan Zhendong let Yue Jiaming off so easily? With the protection of the Iron Shirt, he was completely fine after taking a kick from Yue Jiaming. At this moment, his strength was still at its peak. Immediately, his figure flashed and chased after Yue Jiaming.
Yan Zhendong's explosive speed was extremely fast. His entire body leaned forward and was almost parallel to the ground. In a flash, he caught up with Yue Jiaming who was constantly retreating.
In the next moment, Yan Zhendong waved his hands continuously, and a pair of eagle claws swiped towards Yue Jiaming.
Faced with Yan Zhendong's storm-like attacks, Yue Jiaming could only grit his teeth and take turns to defend himself.
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
……
Yan Zhendong's pair of eagle claws were as fast as lightning. In just two or three deliberate attacks, he had already struck out with 20 to 30 claws, causing Yue Jiaming's hands and feet to be covered in blood.
At this moment, Yue Jiaming's tattered clothes, coupled with his miserable appearance of being covered in blood, made him look like a beggar begging on the streets.
Yan Zhendong looked at the tattered cloth on his eagle claws that was stained with Yue Jiaming's blood. He could not help but reveal a sinister smile on his face. He then said coldly to the battered Yue Jiaming,
"Master Yue, are there still two moves left?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhendong's arms shook and the torn cloth hanging on his fingers flew away. Then, he charged towards Yue Jiaming like a ferocious tiger.
"Eagle Strikes the Sky!"
All of a sudden, Yan Zhendong leaped into the air like a goshawk descending from the sky. He swiped his eagle claws at Yue Jiaming's head, bringing with him a strong gust of wind that formed the cry of a goshawk.
Looking at Yan Zhendong descending from the sky, Yue Jiaming could not help but tremble. It was as if he had seen a huge goshawk pouncing down. His entire heart trembled as he was intimidated by the aura of Yan Zhendong's move.
At this moment, Yue Jiaming could no longer care about his promise. He immediately pulled out the large blade in his hand and slashed at Yan Zhendong who was descending from the sky.
Faced with Yue Jiaming's frenzied slashes, Yan Zhendong laughed coldly. He immediately activated his Iron Skin Technique and instantly became impenetrable.
In the next moment, Yan Zhendong's right hand shook, and the eagle claw that had instantly turned into a greenish black color grabbed towards Yue Jiaming's large blade.
"Clang! Clang!"
A piercing sound that sounded like metal clashing rang out as Yan Zhendong grabbed the saber that Yue Jiaming was swinging at him. At the same time, his right leg straightened like an iron pillar and swept towards Yue Jiaming's chest.
"Pfft…"
Yue Jiaming spat out a mouthful of blood after being kicked by Yan Zhendong. He was sent flying seven to eight meters away by the force of Yan Zhendong's kick. After landing, he rolled a few times on the ground before coming to a stop.
"Humph! Master Yue, didn't you say that you would give me three moves? Now, not only did you draw your saber in three moves, are you trying to go back on your word?”
After landing lightly on the ground, Yan Zhendong did not continue to pursue his victory. He only looked disdainfully at Yue Jiaming, who was in a sorry state, and said with a sneer,
"Hehe…I think this martial arts competition should end here! Otherwise, if we continue fighting, I'm afraid I'll kill someone!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhendong did not care about Yue Jiaming's reaction. He walked out of the arena with the footsteps of a victor.
In Yan Zhendong's opinion, everyone present was a true expert. The result of his fight with Yue Jiaming just now could not be more obvious. Therefore, it was already very clear who would win and who would lose. There was no need to continue competing.
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