"Yes, definitely an eight-star martial master."
Qian Bujun nodded solemnly.
"Oh my God, that guy is actually so powerful."
Fu Renjie swallowed hard, recalling how he used to provoke an eight-star martial master without much thought. It was truly suicidal.
"Are these two really the sa age as us?"
Lin Canghai struggled to swallow as well, stunned by the battle before him.
"He’s actually this strong."
Wu Xiaoyu’s forehead was covered in cold sweat. Rembering how she stubbornly sought trouble with Tang Ming, only to be taught a lesson each ti, she realized that Tang Ming had been holding back. Otherwise, with such strength, Hao Jian and she could have died a hundred tis over.
"You need to get it straight; those two aren’t the sa age as us."
Long Ao sighed helplessly. "One is eighteen, the other is nineteen. Such eight-star martial masters are rare even within the hidden sects!"
The crowd’s faces changed again upon thinking about Tang Ming and Wan Yong’s ages.
An eight-star martial master isn’t terrifying; both the Ming Group and the Dark Group have several eight-star martial masters. But an eighteen-nineteen-year-old eight-star martial master is truly terrifying.
Such a genius has countless possibilities in the future!
Not only were the contestants on stage shocked, but every spectator in the viewing hall was also in shock.
Although most couldn’t clearly see Wan Yong and Tang Ming’s movents, witnessing two eighteen-nineteen-year-olds showcasing such skills left everyone in awe.
The heads of several families in the private rooms all stood up, gazing tensely at the big screen.
This competition not only related to the final result of the tournant but also involved a mind-blowing eighty billion dollar wager.
"Why hasn’t the poison taken effect yet?"
Zhao Jincheng gritted his teeth, looking anxiously at Wan Changfa.
"This shouldn’t be happening."
Wan Changfa’s face was frighteningly grim. Given the poison’s effect, Tang Ming should have been poisoned when channeling his energy, but now the two have dueled for so long with nothing happening. Sothing is not right.
"Co on, Wan Yong, if he loses, not only will we lose the right to resource allocation, but we’ll also lose forty billion. That’s too much loss."
Fu Tianbao clenched his fists tightly. If possible, he wanted to curse Tang Ming right now.
The audience, both inside and outside the venue, were greatly stimulated by the battle between the two, while the two on stage were so caught up in their intense fight that they couldn’t spare a thought for anything else.
Although both were eight-star martial masters, after dozens of rounds, Tang Ming and Wan Yong were still evenly matched.
However, the clash of their powerful Gang Qi caused Qi to shoot out in all directions, creating a violent Qi storm centered on the arena.
Qin Fang, Fu Renjie, and Wu Xiaoyu imdiately retreated to a safe distance, while Long Ao, Qian Bujun, and Zhao Tianba had to activate their Gang Qi defenses to fend off the Qi, highlighting the intensity of this battle.
"Hahaha, exhilarating, truly exhilarating!" After an unknown amount of ti passed, Wan Yong’s hearty laughter echoed on the stage:
"I was sent to the hidden sect to cultivate since childhood, enduring ridicule and contempt under imnse pressure to achieve my current prowess. I didn’t expect you could fight to a standstill, it’s truly exhilarating."
"It truly is exhilarating."
Tang Ming replied with a smile, though internally he was quite shocked.
His entire cultivation was developed through consuming poison to stimulate his body’s potential and surviving nurous life-or-death experiences abroad. Unexpectedly, Wan Yong also possessed such combat prowess, genuinely surprising him.
Wan Yong was equally stunned by Tang Ming’s strength. As a martial arts disciple in the urban system sent to a hidden sect for cultivation, the sect disciples looked down on him, often beating or berating him.
Wan Yong’s cultivation was forged through constant resistance, defeating the sect disciples who ridiculed and bullied him.
Returning ho to partake in the grand martial competition, he initially thought it would be an easy victory, only to encounter an evenly matched opponent.
"Bang!"
A piercing loud noise sounded, revealing Tang Ming and Wan Yong’s forms at the now dilapidated center of the arena, their palms eting as they faced each other.
As their palms aligned, the entire arena was split in two by yellow and black Gang Qi, with powerful Gang Qi clashing continuously in the air.
"Although fighting you is exhilarating, this is a martial competition, so I have to quickly decide the winner."
Wan Yong coldly reminded while channeling his true Qi and Gang Qi.
"Very well, I just wanted to see how strong your true capability is; let’s not hold back any longer, or else we’ll exhaust ourselves with this standoff."
Tang Ming chuckled as he prepared to get serious.
"Fine, take my Vibration Wave move."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Yong’s arms began to tremble violently.
"It’s really happening."
Tang Ming’s expression changed slightly, instantly channeling energy to his arms.
Then he saw Wan Yong’s arm shuddering like a dying engine, while Tang Ming’s arm swelled up.
"Buzz buzz buzz."
As their bodies transford, a shrill buzzing filled the air.
"Boom!"
Before the audience could react, a giant sound, akin to an explosion, erupted out of nowhere.
In the next mont, Tang Ming and Wan Yong simultaneously flew backwards in opposite directions.
"They actually blocked it."
In mid-air, both were stunned, staring at one another.
Just now, Wan Yong had executed his ultimate move, gathering the Vibration Wave in his hands, while Tang Ming channeled energy into his palms, resulting in another evenly matched clash.
"Be careful; you’re about to fall off the stage."
Just then, Wu Xiaoyu and Fu Renjie both cried out in alarm.
Looking down, Tang Ming noticed that the recoil from their recent collision had propelled him out of the arena’s bounds.
anwhile, Wan Yong found himself in a similar situation. After stabilizing himself, he swung a punch at the arena from mid-air.
"Break!"
Tang Ming dared not hesitate, striking with both hands to unleash an invisible energy bullet towards the arena.
"Boom boom boom" ca an enormous sound as the sturdy arena shattered into pieces under Wan Yong and Tang Ming’s assault, with debris flying through the air.
"Oh my God, is this like watching a movie? Martial arts can be cultivated to such an incredible degree, it’s so fantastical!"
Wu Xiaoyu exclaid in disbelief, eyes wide in astonishnt.
Everyone else was equally shocked, staring aghast at the two who shattered the arena from mid-air, questioning whether they were even human.
Both Tang Ming and Wan Yong twisted their bodies in mid-air to ensure they landed on so arena debris, avoiding defeat.
"Don’t even think about it."
Just as Tang Ming landed on a piece of debris flying far away, Wan Yong shouted angrily, punching through the air towards Tang Ming’s footing.
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