"Boom!"
In an instant, there was a thunderous boom.
Dust and smoke rose up from the huge arena!
The two figures were entangled, and the sound of intense collisions could be heard!
Chen Yang's Demon Subduing Fist was powerful and heavy. Every punch was terrifying as if it wanted to shatter the air.
When the attack landed on Yan Chongtian's body, the Genuine Qi protecting his body was shattered into pieces!
He forcefully relied on his fist to create a sound that tore through the air.
Yan Chongtian's face was gloomy. He clenched his claws without any fear.
However, at this moment, he was still a little afraid.
Yan Chongtian could never imagine how a monk at the middle stage of the Higher Heaven Realm could perform such a powerful fist technique!
Not only was his strength shocking, but his speed was also extremely fast.
Compared to his Tiger Claw Exterminating Hand, he actually had the upper hand!
Was this really the middle stage of the Connate Realm?
Yan Chongtian couldn't help but suspect again.
He had never seen such a powerful mid-stage Connate expert.
Even the him back then was not half as powerful as this!
"Patron, be careful!"
Chen Yang reminded him softly. Then, he suddenly threw a punch at Yan Chongtian's head!
Yan Chongtian's eyes widened in anger as he hurriedly tried to block the attack.
Fortunately, he had the strength of a semi-Zongshi and blocked the punch with lightning-like speed.
"Hiss…"
However, even if he managed to block it, he did not feel good at all.
Chen Yang's attack was flawless and steady, not giving him any openings.
Not only was Yan Chongtian on the defensive, but the power of the punches made his body numb and he wished he was dead.
Even if he blocked the incoming fist.
However, the power of his fist was still real.
His hands were already numb from the shock and were trembling slightly.
Chen Yang naturally noticed this, so he reminded him.
He told Yan Chongtian not to be distracted.
Chen Yang did not dare to relax even in the face of a Half-Zongshi. The power of his fist was countless times stronger than when he had fought Song Qingshu.
If Song Qingshu were to receive such a punch, he would probably be able to smash his head into pieces.
Therefore, Chen Yang felt a little nervous. He was afraid that Yan Chongtian would be half-crippled by his punch if he did not pay attention. That would be a big deal.
Sigh, Chen Yang felt aggrieved.
Who would think about their opponent all the time when fighting?
Who would be afraid of accidentally killing their opponent?
He felt like crying.
But for the sake of the Small Reversion Pill, Chen Yang endured it.
Of course, he was reminding her out of kindness.
However, when he heard Yan Chongtian's sharp ears, it became a particularly piercing sarcasm.
"Little monk, how dare you mock me?!”
Yan Chongtian flew into a rage. He circulated his internal energy and struck out with all his might!
The power of this palm strike was astonishing, and it was as unstoppable as a hot knife through butter!
Was it going to end?
Chen Yang was overjoyed, but his expression remained calm.
The stronger the enemy, the stronger I am!
He also circulated his strong internal strength, and his aura suddenly soared.
"Boom!"
The two terrifying auras collided like a huge thunder.
The entire stage trembled and even cracked from the aftershocks of the two!
Thick smoke billowed from the arena.
Cracks appeared on the ground.
This final blow would definitely determine the victor.
"Who won?"
Below, all the Wudang disciples were waiting anxiously.
On the grandstand, the Wudang Seven Heroes and the elders were the same.
"This disciple of Master Taixu is not only very particular about his defense, but his offense is also so powerful. He is a martial arts genius that only appears once in a hundred years!”
"There aren't many youngsters in the entire martial world who can match up to nephew Yan. The momentum of this Shaolin disciple is not any weaker than that of Master Taixu!”
"Even I can smell a hint of threat from that fist technique. It's a little difficult for Martial Nephew Yan to win.”
"What a powerful fist technique. I didn't expect Shaolin Temple to have such a genius disciple. Shaolin Temple has a successor!”
……
A moment later, the thick smoke gradually dispersed.
The two figures inside gradually became clearer.
Yan Chongtian knelt on one knee and was suppressed by Chen Yang's nine-ringed staff.
In an instant, the entire Wudang Sect fell silent.
All the Wudang disciples held their breaths in shock!
Even Song Qingshu and Chen Sanqing, who knew Chen Yang's identity, were the same.
The Wudang Seven Heroes and the elders on the stands stood up.
"I…lost!"
Yan Chongtian, who was kneeling on the ground, was covered in blood.
"Amitabha. Thank you for letting me win."
Chen Yang put away his nine-ringed monk staff, still looking calm.
It was as if defeating Yan Chongtian was a normal thing!
No one had any objections to such an infuriating expression.
Because Chen Yang did have the ability!
He had defeated the current number one disciple of Wudang in a head-on battle. He truly deserved his reputation!
Yan Chongtian admitted defeat.
He had already used all his strength, but he still could not resist. He admitted that his skills were inferior to others.
The only flaw was that he did not know the name of his opponent.
Suddenly, he looked up at Chen Yang and summoned his courage to ask,""May I know your name?"
Chen Yang put his hands together and said softly,"Little monk, Fahai."”
What?
" You…you are Fahai?!"
Yan Chongtian was stunned.
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