"Tang Yan!" Wan Fei said without thinking.
Hearing Wan Fei's decisive tone, Cheng Gong showed a trace of disdain on his face: "Every step is like a mountain. Tang Yan's victory last time was entirely due to luck and Su Wei's carelessness.
Besides, I heard that Song Cheng often hired killers to assassinate Song Qing in order to train him. In such a perverted environment, Song Qing's overall combat power was very strong.
Tang Yan wanted to win, but the chance of winning was infinitely close to zero! "
Hearing Cheng Gong's analysis, Fang Xuan nodded: "Song Qing's strength is indeed good, and he should be on par with Qingcheng Sun Long. If Tang Yan wants to win, the chance of winning is really not good."
With Fang Xuan's approval, everyone became more and more convinced of Tang Yan's defeat.
Wan Fei smiled and did not defend herself.
When she was in crisis, Tang Yan only relied on Huang Jie Ninth Grade's strength to save her.
Ten days ago, Tang Yan cleared the Juesha Tower, which no one had ever accomplished in the entire history of the Eastern Region.
Yesterday, Tang Yan relied on the strength of the first-level Xuanjie to leapfrog and crush the masters of the third-level Xuanjie.
Today, three major forces have placed heavy bets.
Do you really think that Tang Yan got to where he is today just by luck?
On the ring, Tang Yan looked at the slim young man in green clothes in front of him, and a hint of awe flashed in his heart.
This seemingly ordinary young man exudes an extremely fierce aura. This aura must have gone through a lot of training before it can truly be formed.
"Song Cheng, Song Qing." The young man in green looked at Tang Yan sarcastically and said coldly: "I advise you to go down directly. I don't have any discretion in my actions."
An aura of unsheathed sword suddenly emanated from Song Qing, like a horse rushing towards Tang Yan.
Tang Yan raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
In the previous life, I had seen many powerful people with high positions or extraordinary strength, and I was already used to all kinds of coercion.
Unless someone is much stronger than Tang Yan and uses his true energy to suppress him, momentum alone will not be able to affect Tang Yan at all.
Faced with Song Qing's threat, Tang Yan calmly said: "Yuncheng Tang Yan, please give me your advice."
Seeing Tang Yan's neither humble nor arrogant attitude, Song Qing smiled ferociously and said, "Yes, you have the guts! This match is your last fight, so cherish it."
"The eighth duel begins!" After the two of them had finished talking nonsense, the old man in red robe announced the start.
As soon as the red-robed old man finished speaking, Song Qing rushed towards Tang Yan fiercely.
"So fast!" Seeing Song Qing's lightning-fast movements, the audience exclaimed.
The distance between the two was not far away. Song Qing accelerated and was in front of Tang Yan. His right fist, which was already ready to go, suddenly shot towards Tang Yan.
Tang Yan's pupils shrank slightly. Although the punch was powerful, he could still see that Song Qing did not use all his strength.
Based on Tang Yan's vicious experience, this punch would be followed by another attack.
If the response is not quick enough, even a fourth-grade Xuan-level warrior may fall into Song Qing's trap.
Tang Yan didn't dare to raise his eyebrows, and a fierce aura emanated from him.
"The peak of the second level of Xuanjie!" Sensing Tang Yan's strength, the audience exclaimed again.
It turns out that this guy has been hiding his strength!
Although everyone still felt that it would be difficult for Tang Yan to win, there were still many people who had subtle changes in their minds regarding the outcome of this competition.
Faced with Song Qing's powerful punch, Tang Yan advanced forward instead of retreating and faced it bravely.
Seeing Tang Yan rushing over, Song Qing's eyes flashed with strong disdain. Although your strength has been upgraded to the second level, there is still a huge gap between you and me!
"Bang!" The two fists collided, and Tang Yan was immediately knocked back.
A trace of surprise flashed in Song Qing's eyes. Tang Yan fought against him, but was only knocked back one step?
He didn't know how much gravity Tang Yan was practicing under the waterfall. But he didn't want to know, because his second blow was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, coming out without any warning.
"It's over!" Song Qing said softly.
"Two strikes!"
Seeing that after Song Qing's first blow, he hit the second blow almost without any delay, the scene suddenly boiled.
"Meteor Palm!" The momentum quickly shrank, all concentrated on the right palm. The right palm was as fast as a meteor, unexpected.
"It looks like Tang Yan is going to lose." Yao Qian gloated on the judges' stage.
After hearing this, several other people nodded imperceptibly.
Tang Yan only had the strength of the second level Xuanjie, and he was knocked back a step. Before he could stabilize his body, Song Qing's fierce combos came out.
If he were to attack him unprepared, even a fourth-level Xuan rank would suffer a big loss, let alone Tang Yan?
"Tang Yan is going to be defeated. Song Qing is really strong." Fang Xuan praised Fang Xuan while Fang Cheng was sitting at the table.
"You're a chicken and a dog, you can't get on the stage, but you can persevere till now, it's pretty good... Eh!"
Cheng Gong looked at the stage with disdain. Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze.
Song Qing's palm hit Tang Yan, and Tang Yan instantly disappeared without a trace.
It was actually an afterimage!
"So fast!" Mo Bin slapped the table on the judges' table and exclaimed: "This kid's footwork is of unknown quality, but he can be so agile."
Song Qing, who had missed the target with one palm, was shocked. Where is the person?
"It's my turn!" A gentle voice came, and Song Qing finally saw Tang Yan's figure from the corner of his eye.
I thought that my two consecutive attacks, even if I didn't seriously injure Tang Yan, would still make him extremely embarrassed. But now, I didn't even have time to take a breath!
Speaking of his true energy, Song Qing tried his best to punch him forward.
"Bang!" After the first blow of Qianshan Fist, Tang Yan showed a smile, and the second blow of Qianshan Fist quickly followed.
This time, Song Qing's originally proud face finally changed.
Although Tang Yan's strength was only at the second level of Xuanjie, the power of this punch actually gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
And I ran out of breath, so I could only escape temporarily!
He retreated quickly and barely managed to avoid the blow, but the audience was already in an uproar.
A warrior at the peak of the third level of Xuanjie was actually forced to retreat by the second level?
Yao Qian on the judges' table felt like he had been slapped hard on the face. As soon as Tang Yan made a conclusion without shame, Tang Yan strongly refuted him with facts.
The other city lords were thankful that they were not as quick as Yao Qian.
"It's interesting. It seems that I still underestimated you." Song Qing's eyes showed a cold light: "You can actually force me to retreat. This humiliation can only be washed away by completely suppressing you!"
After saying that, Song Qing's figure rushed towards Tang Yan again.
Seeing that Song Qing was as fast as lightning, Tang Yan knew that Song Qing should want to take the fast route and use strength and speed to completely suppress him.
But Song Qing, I'm afraid your wishful thinking has failed again...
Tang Yan raised the corner of his mouth and his fighting spirit started to work. Song Qing's seemingly fast attack became extremely slow in Tang Yan's eyes.
The Phantom Step quickly unfolded, deviated a few points to the left, just in time to avoid Song Qing's fist, and then punched out smoothly.
Song Qing already knew that Tang Yan was very fast. When he saw Tang Yan avoid it, he seemed to be well prepared. The original trajectory of his punch changed and he punched Tang Yan forward.
Just when the two fists were about to collide, Tang Yan's fist, like an arrow from the string, magically drew an arc at this moment and hit Song Qing's wrist.
How can this be!
Song Qing's heart was shocked. With such a short distance, there was no time for him to resist.
Tang Yan's fist hit his wrist hard.
