"Sorry to trouble you, Brother Sun."
Zhou Mu could only place his hopes on Sun Feiying. Sun Feiying was also an honorary martial artist hired by the Zhou family at a high price. His strength was not ordinary and he was a disciple of the Iron Claw Sect.
Sun Feiying came to the center of the square and stared at Wang He,"I am Sun Feiying of Iron Claw Gate."
Wang He told Sun Feiying his name and said indifferently,""I'm not interested in knowing the name of the loser.”
These arrogant words undoubtedly made Sun Feiying angry, and his eyes turned cold."Very good…I'll break your bones later and see if you still dare to be so arrogant!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Feiying instantly attacked. Although he was angry, Sun Feiying did not lose his mind. He knew that Wang He's strength was not ordinary and he needed to deal with it with all his strength!
"Iron Claw Technique!"
Sun Feiying was like an eagle soaring through the sky. His ten fingers were like ten daggers with cold light. He stretched out both hands and grabbed Wang He's shoulders.
With Sun Feiying's attainments in the Iron Claw Technique, even the hardest bones in the human body could be crushed by his pair of iron claws in an instant!
Wang He didn't seem to have reacted. Sun Feiying's claws landed on Wang He's shoulders.
Sun Feiying was delighted. He was captured so easily?
However, Sun Feiying didn't feel happy for long before he realized that something was wrong, because he saw a faint sneer at the corner of Wang He's mouth!
In the next second, Wang He's body shook slightly, and Sun Feiying felt a huge rotating force surging over. His entire body was forced to stand unsteadily by the rotating force, and Wang He took the opportunity to rush forward and hit Sun Feiying's chest with a palm!
"Bang!"
Sun Feiying was sent flying by this palm strike. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he fell heavily to the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough... you're... soaking your clothes eighteen times?”
Sun Feiying coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood and stared at Wang He as he said with difficulty.
"Eighteen Drops of Drenched Clothes?"
When Tang Jie heard Sun Feiying's words, his heart was slightly moved.
The essence of this martial art was that it could easily deflect a thousand pounds with just a few taels of strength. The strength of the entire body could be released, allowing one to easily borrow strength to fight back, even allowing the enemy's attacks to slide away.
In short, it was like a very advanced wrestling technique. It could easily cause the person close to him to lose his balance and fall dizzy. It could also restrain his fist, palm, and claw techniques!
"You have some good eyes." Wang He smiled.”
Sun Feiying had been hit by Wang He's palm and was already unable to fight anymore. The Zhou family had lost two rounds in a row!
"The Zhou Family's warriors are no match for the Zhang Family's warriors!”
"It's the last match. The Zhou Clan won't be defeated by the Zhang Clan for three consecutive matches, right?”
The bystanders who were watching this battle whispered to each other, feeling that the Zhou family was probably going to lose today, and it was going to be a very ugly defeat. It was very likely that they would lose three rounds in a row.
The entire Zhang Clan was naturally filled with joy. In the Zhang Clan camp, a man with half-white hair, who looked to be in his fifties, wearing a green robe, smiled and said,""Looks like we don't need to appear.”
Another muscular man who looked like an iron tower also smiled and said,"That's good too. You don't have to work for free!”
The two of them were very relaxed. They didn't even need to go on stage. Wang He would probably be able to win one against three!
Zhou Mu and the others had ugly expressions. They had lost two rounds in a row, and only Tang Jie was left.
Zhou Xiaowen had seen Tang Jie's strength, but she could not help but worry."Senior Martial Brother Tang, can you defeat that Wang He?”
Tang Jie looked at Zhou Xiaowen and said calmly,""Even if there were ten of him, he wouldn't be my match."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Xiaowen's mouth twitched. Zhou Mu and the others also felt completely hopeless. Originally, they had hoped that Tang Jie would have a chance. However, Tang Jie's arrogant words made them feel that this disciple from the Eastern Cloud Sect might really be a proud and arrogant person.
However, in fact, Tang Jie was not arrogant. He was simply stating a fact. Wang He's strength was not bad, but in Tang Jie's eyes, he was no different from a child. Even if there were ten of him, he would not give Tang Jie too much pressure!
Tang Jie saw the despair and disappointment on Zhou Mu and the others 'faces, but he did not say anything. He just needed to prove it with facts!
Tang Jie went straight to the arena.
"So young…This youth is the last member of the Zhou Clan?”
"The Zhou family has no chance. If they want to win, this youth has to win three consecutive victories!”
The crowd that surrounded the central square were all discussing animatedly. They did not think highly of Tang Jie's strength. If he could defeat three people by himself, the outcome was basically set!
Seeing Tang Jie enter the arena, Wang He's sharp eyes emitted a cold light."Brat, although you are an Eastern Cloud Sect disciple, I cannot pretend that I did not hear what you just said. I will not let you lose so easily!”
Tang Jie had just said that even if there were ten of him, he would not be Tang Jie's match. Wang He had heard it clearly. This undoubtedly made Wang He furious. He swore that he would make Tang Jie, this disciple of the Eastern Cloud Sect, lose face and make a fool of himself in front of everyone.
Tang Jie didn't say anything. He just extended a hand to Wang He."Use your Soaked Clothes Eighteen Dips on me. I really want to experience it.”
Zhou Feng and Sun Feiying, who had already woken up, saw this scene and held their foreheads."No…Is this kid really an inner sect disciple of the Eastern Cloud Sect?”
They had all experienced Wang He's Eighteen Drops of Drenched Clothes. They couldn't help it when he got close to them. Tang Jie still dared to take the initiative to let Wang He use this Eighteen Drops of Drenched Clothes?
"You're courting death!"
Wang He flew into a rage. His eyes were cold as he swore that he would break Tang Jie's bones and tendons today.
Without any nonsense, Wang He strode up to Tang Jie and grabbed his wrist.
"Rise!"
Wang He shouted in a low voice. His body shook, and the force in his entire body condensed into a bundle. Through his arm, he threw it fiercely, trying to throw Tang Jie away.
However, Tang Jie stood still in the same spot after this forceful swing!
"Hmm? How is that possible?"
Wang He's expression changed. He actually couldn't shake Tang Jie?
Without hesitation, Wang He immediately used his left hand. He grabbed Tang Jie's wrist with one hand and pressed his shoulder with the other. He exerted strength with both arms and used his Eighteen Drops to the extreme.
But it was useless!
Tang Jie's feet seemed to have taken root. No matter how hard Wang He tried, he could not shake Tang Jie at all!
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