"What the hell, what’s going on?"
Tang Ming was surprised. Their side was united, seeking only first place, and had decided to let others forfeit. How could it be that people from the Ming Group were also forfeiting?
"During lunch, they sat together. It seems they’ve reached so kind of consensus."
Long Ao squinted, speculating.
"Qian Bujun and the other two must have realized that this competition is a showdown between Tang Xin and Wan Yong, so they gave up on the idea of winning themselves and started fully supporting Wan Yong."
Lin Canghai analyzed uncertainly.
"Wasn’t it said that the people in the Ming Group aren’t united? How could they suddenly work together like this?"
Tang Ming looked blankly at the four people standing with Wan Yong. This was completely different from the initial scene where everyone fought independently.
"When the outco was still uncertain, they looked down on the Dark Group, thinking there was no chance for them to take first place. So when everyone had a chance to win, they all wanted to compete for first, which led to internal strife in the Ming Group."
Wu Xiaoyu calmly explained clear-headedly: "The situation in the competition has beco clear now. Qian Bujun and the other two absolutely have no chance of defeating Wan Yong, the points difference is too great, while you and Wan Yong are neck and neck. The competition has beco a showdown between the Ming Group and the Dark Group, so naturally, they want to support a Ming Group person to win."
Tang Ming thought for a mont about the logic here and quickly understood the reasoning behind it.
"Heh, if that’s the case, future competitions will be simple."
Tang Ming rubbed his nose and smiled with satisfaction: "When it’s not a team competition, everyone else forfeits, leaving just and Wan Yong to duel. It’s simple and straightforward and saves ti. I’m very satisfied."
"That’s right, I’m very satisfied too."
Wan Yong’s eyes burned as he looked at Tang Ming, sneering: "If we can decide the winner by a one-on-one duel, that would be best."
"That’s absolutely not happening."
Before Tang Ming could respond, Qin Fang imdiately spoke up to stop them: "The competition has its rules. Now that it’s just the two of you left competing for first place, it must proceed according to the competition’s process."
"Got it, let’s start the competition."
Wan Yong waved his hand impatiently.
Tang Ming also stepped forward without fear, locking eyes with Wan Yong.
Among the remaining competitors, except for ng Shuangfei, who stood aside with no sense of presence, the others all turned into cheerleaders, standing in two factions to cheer for Tang Ming and Wan Yong.
"First, let introduce the person responsible for attacking contestant Wan Yong."
With the competition simplified, Qin Fang was also happy to relax, pointing to a black-skinned, muscular bald man: "This is the Six-star Martial Master from the Dark Group, the at Arhat. After the competition starts, he’ll be responsible for attacking contestant Wan Yong. The attack position can only be on the chest front, no attacking below the belt, throat, face, or legs..."
"Enough with the nonsense, let him hurry and make a move. I’m going first this round."
Wan Yong impatiently interrupted Qin Fang, directly walking to the center of the field, pointing at the at Arhat, "Three minutes, right? Just try and see if you can make move a step."
"Then I won’t hold back."
The at Arhat walked opposite Wan Yong, raised his hands, and a layer of white Gang Qi erged from his body.
Wan Yong disdainfully smirked, squatted slightly, steadied his stance, and summoned a layer of silver-transparent Gang Qi.
"What kind of Gang Qi is this? This is my first ti seeing this type of Gang Qi."
Long Ao stared at Wan Yong in amazent.
"I’ve never seen it either."
Lin Canghai and Wu Xiaoyu shook their heads in confusion.
"It turns out his Vibration Wave is related to the Cultivation Technique."
Tang Ming squinted, having never seen this type of Gang Qi from Wan Yong either, but he imdiately discerned the strangeness in the opponent’s Gang Qi.
"Interesting, it seems the competition’s setup does have so logic to it."
Having observed for a few monts, Tang Ming suddenly laughed.
"What do you an?"
Long Ao and the others looked at Tang Ming in confusion.
"From the initial competitions of speed, movent technique, and reaction capabilities, to now testing power, it’s gradually allowing us to showcase our real strength."
Tang Ming explained, feeling nostalgic: "In this round, we’re already using Gang Qi, and who knows what will be in store in the competitions tomorrow and the day after."
Upon hearing this, Long Ao and the others finally realized that the competition events were indeed a step-by-step process designed to let participants showcase their full capabilities.
"If you’re all ready, I’ll start timing now."
Qin Fang, holding a tir, looked uncertainly at Wan Yong and the at Arhat, who were cultivating.
"We can start."
The at Arhat and Wan Yong called out simultaneously.
"The competition starts."
Qin Fang didn’t waste words and directly started the tir.
"Take this!"
The at Arhat roared, his body turning into a white shadow as he ferociously charged at Wan Yong, his Gang Qi-enveloped fist striking hard.
"Bang."
When the fist landed on Wan Yong’s stomach, it made a dull sound, but Wan Yong’s body remained unmoved.
Wan Yong slightly smirked, looking at the at Arhat in disdain: "Is that all the strength you’ve got, didn’t you eat?"
"Damn it."
Seeing that his attack had no effect on Wan Yong, the at Arhat was instantly enraged and launched a frenzied attack. The result...
Three minutes quickly passed, yet the at Arhat not only failed to make Wan Yong move back a step, but his own Gang Qi also beca illusory, a sign of excessive Gang Qi consumption.
"Young Master Wan is indeed powerful, I concede."
The at Arhat dispersed his Gang Qi, glancing at Wan Yong in fear before turning to walk off the field.
"Overestimating yourself." Wan
Yong smirked, his battle spirit high as he looked at Tang Ming: "I didn’t budge an inch, now let’s see what you’re made of."
"It may not be bigger than yours, but it’s definitely not smaller."
Tang Ming replied with a chuckle, but inwardly he was on guard. Generally speaking, a Six-star martial master’s peak should be enough to affect a Seven-star martial master, yet Wan Yong didn’t move an inch. Could this guy really be that powerful?
"Group Leader Tang, go for it."
While Tang Ming was thinking, he suddenly heard soone shouting encouragent.
Turning his head, he saw Long Ao and the other three eagerly cheering and supporting him.
"Don’t worry, I won’t let you down."
Tang Ming confidently smiled, striding to the center of the field.
At this mont, a middle-aged man dressed in military-green attire entered the field.
"This is Sha Tongliang, the Six-star martial master from the Ming Group, responsible for attacking contestant Tang Xin."
Qin Fang introduced the newcor’s identity with a smile.
Sha Tongliang approached Tang Ming with an impassive expression, cupped his hands, "Please instruct , Group Leader Tang."
"Inside-out mastery."
Tang Ming frowned slightly, noticing that the opponent’s knuckles bore calluses, sothing no Inner Martial Master should have. It must’ve been caused by long-term fist strikes on hard objects.
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