Xu Kangnian watched the fight in the ring intently. From this position, he could have a clear view of the scene in the ring and the audience.
He stroked his sparse beard and muttered: "This He An is superior in strength, but that Sun Biao is already in the "God Refining Realm". After all, the gap in cultivation realm cannot be made up by exquisite moves and techniques. If nothing else, , the latter should have a greater chance of winning."
Feng Shaotang smiled slightly: "Xu Lao's words are reasonable, but... I think... not necessarily!"
"Oh? The hall master seems to have great confidence in He An. Could it be that... he knows this person very well?"
Feng Shaotang stopped talking and looked at the ring intently.
Zou Zheng on the side suddenly said: "Then Sun Biao should be wearing "black gold silk gloves" on his hands. Is it biased if He An fights with them with bare hands?"
Feng Shaotang's eyes flashed as he looked towards the ring, with a hesitant look on his face, and he muttered: "This guy is suspected of being a trick, but now that the competition has begun, it's hard to make any changes..."
While a few people were talking, the two of them had already performed more than twenty moves on the ring. He An had been trained by the genius Bai Xiangshou since he was a child. His vision was much higher than that of his peers. After studying in the Zhixingyuan system, he was very familiar with it. I have a deeper understanding of the practice. I recently fought against Huang Daogong and completed the "Shocking Finger". My strength is no longer the same as it was half a month ago.
He used to practice hard behind closed doors, but now he was fighting against opponents of equal strength. The doubts he usually had in the hidden secrets of techniques and moves were confirmed in his mind one by one through actual combat. He gradually became more enlightened and became more courageous as he fought.
It's just that the opponent's cultivation level is obviously better than his own, and his palm skills are fierce and powerful. The most powerful are a pair of black palms. To be precise, they should be the black gloves worn by the opponent. They are as hard as iron and have fine hidden thorns. When the palm knife cuts across It makes a harsh rustling sound, and if it weren't for the vitality protection, it would really be injured.
The more Sun Biao fought, the more anxious he became. The opponent relied on his lightness of movement and exquisite moves to survive dozens of rounds under his "mountain-moving palm". He really looked down upon him.
A stern look flashed in his eyes, he straightened up, and changed positions in the air one after another. He had already stepped in front of He An, and several palm shadows enveloped the surroundings like black dragons.
The colorful flags on the ring ropes automatically moved without wind, and with the crisp sound of jingling bells, a chilling air rushed towards his face. He An did not move. He stared at Sun Biao's layered palms, secretly mobilizing his energy.
In the shadow of the palm, He An's figure rose into the sky like a dragon. His body turned from an incredible angle, facing the fierce wind of the palm, and punched Sun Biao's temple with his left hand. At the same time, he stretched out two fingers of his right hand and poked Sun Biao's eyes. , the other party's vicious eyes are really annoying.
Sun Biao turned his head to dodge, and at the same time withdrew his palm to block the fatal punch. This was the moment He An was waiting for. He quickly changed his moves with two fingers, grabbed Sun Biao's wrist, and pressed his pulse gate with his backhand.
But the next moment, He An's expression changed.
Sun Biao's sleeve suddenly became limp, and one arm seemed to disappear out of thin air. He An only held the black glove in his hand, and said to himself: "Not good!"
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Sun Biao's chest suddenly split open, and a fist struck He An hard on the abdomen like a tiger coming out of its cage.
He Anren was in the air, taking a deep breath. The moment his fist came into contact with his clothes, his lower abdomen sank deeply, and the belt around his waist instantly shattered. Part of the force of the unexpected punch had been removed, but he was still hit hard. He flew backwards and instantly kicked Sun Biao on the shoulder. The two of them fell backwards at the same time, one after the other and fell to the ground.
"He An is very skilled, but he is still immature when facing the enemy!" Xu Kangnian couldn't help but patted his thigh and sighed: "Just now, he was clearly in the upper hand, and he had at least three chances to kill his opponent. Alas... it's all good. Opportunity missed..."
"Yes, the only thing this boy lacks is actual combat experience." Feng Shaotang also agreed.
"Which of the masters in the world has not grown up through life and death battles? Maybe it is because the life in Zhixingyuan is too comfortable." Feng Shaotang said with a slight smile.
Suddenly, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he shrank like a needle. A complicated expression flashed across his face, and he said: "This Sun Biao...'s technique is a bit weird."
The moment Sun Biao landed on his back, he straightened his waist and stood up. His face became a little ferocious due to anger, and the corners of his eyes glowed red, making him look very scary.
The atmosphere below the ring was extremely noisy. The cheering crowd who was so shocked by the wonderful fight saw Sun Biao's appearance at this moment, and their voices slowly became quiet...
With a "stab" sound, Sun Biao tore open the placket on his chest, revealing his furry chest. His arms were wrapped around each other like balls, and his hair stood up one by one. His figure suddenly seemed to be a little taller, and there was another "stab" sound. , he burst his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms...
The air in the arena seemed to solidify for an instant, and the vitality of the surrounding world fluctuated violently. For a moment, like dark clouds rolling, it rushed towards Sun Biao's body crazily...
Amidst the exclamations of everyone in the audience, He An stood up and couldn't help but feel a little confused in his eyes. This scene was somewhat similar to the night when he practiced the "Shocking Finger".
The dull pain coming from his lower abdomen made He An calm down. The zhenqi in Danji promptly offset most of the power of the punch. Even so, the injured abdomen was even more uncomfortable. Even during the breathing exercise, he was really There are signs of disorder in Qi.
"I have entered the realm of refining gods. You are no match for me. It's not too late to admit defeat now!"
Sun Biao roared, his face twisted and terrifying, and he slowly took a step forward.
The floor of the arena shook, and countless pieces of sawdust, dust, and broken clothes were suspended in the air.
Although there was no wind, the colorful flags on the ropes surrounding the arena were trembling, but the sound of the bells was drowned out by the shouts from the audience.
"Sun Biao! Come on..."
"Sun Biao! Invincible..."
"Sun Biao! Beat him..."
"He An...must...hold on..."
Several shouts of support for He An were quickly drowned out by the crowd, making him appear isolated and helpless. Everyone admires the strong, and this has been the case since ancient times.
He An turned his head and saw countless arms stretching out from the edge of the ring. Countless unfamiliar and familiar faces came into view. Their faces were flushed with excitement and shouting. Everyone was letting go of their emotions, venting and roaring. ,Waving……
They are all young students, they are all passionate young people, they don't care about right and wrong, right or wrong, because when they are young, they only have passion!
On the stage, only the winner is determined!
He An glanced at the crowd under the ring, and his heart suddenly shook.
In the corner, there was a pair of chubby hands grabbing the edge of the ring, raising a chubby round face as high as possible, with tears on his face, screaming something with all his strength, it was Fan Dazhi.
He An was greatly moved. He understood what Fan Dazhi said. He was shouting: "Xiao An, let's not fight. We won't fight. Let's admit defeat... He can swallow the vitality of the world..."
Next to Fan Dazhi were Gu Qingzhou and other classmates in the school who looked concerned. He An glanced at everyone and suddenly froze, as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.
In the crowd, a girl in red clothes stood stunned, her face full of worry, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes hazy, her slender jade teeth gently biting her plump lower lip, and a pair of slender jade hands stroking the hair on her chest. , who is it if it’s not Han Chanjuan?
The floor shook violently. He An suddenly looked back and saw that Sun Biao had strode forward.
He tore off the loose robe on his body and waved it out with all his strength. The loose robe slowly unfolded in the air, like a dark cloud floating over He An's head.
Deep in the dark clouds, a palm shadow filled with the vitality of heaven and earth came over in an extremely domineering manner...
He An quickly retreated, his body pressed against the rope and bounced out again. The speed was astonishing, but the shadow of the palm followed closely behind him.
With a "bang" sound, the two of them exchanged palms. Sun Biao swayed and He An took three steps back.
Sun Biao refused, and followed with another slap. He An took three steps back again.
There was a sudden silence in the audience, everyone held their breath, and there seemed to be no suspense about the outcome.
Sun Biao looked at He An who had retreated to the corner, a trace of cruelty flashed across his face, and he struck out with a palm...
The two of them slapped each other again, and He An shook his body and spat out a mouthful of black blood...
When everyone in the audience screamed again, Sun Biao took a few steps back, with a suspicious look on his face.
Xu Kangnian stood up suddenly in the stands, hissed a breath of cold air, tugged at his sparse beard and said with disbelief: "This... this... could it be..."
"Yes, he made a breakthrough!" Qiu Qingxi, who had been silent, confirmed his judgment.
He An took the three palms forcefully, and the chaotic energy in his body surged, but it resisted most of the opponent's palm power.
Under the pressure of the unparalleled palm force that contained the vitality of heaven and earth, He An felt that the Danji was hot, as if something in his body was cracking. He thought to himself: It's broken. Could it be that the Danji was broken? The next moment, the originally stagnant meridians in his lower abdomen suddenly became unblocked, a familiar and slightly fishy smell surged up, and he spit out a mouthful of black blood.
The chaotic true energy in his body was like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea and merging into Danji, but his mind felt extremely free. In a moment, the true energy erupted majesticly, and his heart moved at will like a finger. He no longer had the same uncontrolled swimming as before. Walking around.
"God Refining Realm", I finally broke through to the "God Refining Realm"!
He An's mood didn't fluctuate much. A few months ago, he already felt that he had signs of a breakthrough. Unexpectedly, today, at the critical moment of life and death, he suddenly improved his level.
"Buzz..." The people in the audience still couldn't figure out what happened, and they were noisy. Some people thought that He An had lost, and some thought that the two were tied, at least now, they were buzzing. Amid the noise, Sun Biao smiled...
He looked up to the sky and smiled, but his voice was indescribably harsh and shrill, suppressing the noise in the audience.
"Hahaha... you actually entered the realm of refining gods? God really loves you so much. Why did you suddenly accept "The War Letter"? You originally wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, right? Come to me too. A surprise? What a pity... Pigs are pigs, how can they eat tigers? Hahaha..."
He pointed at He An and laughed wildly: "You have been injured by me. Even if you improve your level, you will still be beaten by me? You are as stupid as a pig."
Before he finished speaking, the expression on his face became fierce and decisive, his eyes were like burning blood clouds, and he was exuding a terrifying aura, and he jumped at him with a snap of his fingers.
He An squinted his eyes and looked at the figure getting closer and closer. Danji Zhenqi poured into the "Quchi point" on his right arm, and he slowly felt the majestic power condensed in the palm of his hand.
With a "bang", the two palms met. Sun Biao's tall and burly body was knocked upside down, hit the ropes of the ring, and fell to the ground. He covered his chest with one hand, his face full of shock and fear. Yu unwillingly roared: "How is it possible?... Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Sun Biao struggled to get up. There was blood coming out of his eyes, mouth and nose. He looked very scary. He stumbled forward a few steps and fell to the ground with a thud.
The winner's role changed too quickly, and the audience obviously couldn't adapt to it. Everyone was shocked. It wasn't until Fan Dazhi, Gu Qingzhou and others cheered loudly that people realized and cheered loudly, and the noisy and boiling sound went straight through. On the roof of the martial arts hall, a group of sparrows were looking for food on the snowy roof, flapping their wings and flying quickly in panic.
