320: How is my footwork on 03/19?
320: How is my footwork on 03/19?
Logically, Naonao should be able to maintain his composure, but Ye Qiu’s faint disdain still got under his skin.
If anyone was to be despised, it should be him despising the other.
Naonao was enraged, his True Qi pulsating like flas around his body as his anger exploded.
He unleashed all his strength, determined to take down Ye Qiu in one fell swoop.
His eyes nearly emitted fire, terrifyingly fierce.
He attacked again, this ti Naonao took the initiative, his fists disturbing the air around him, creating popping and exploding sounds, so fast that they caused air explosions.
In the blink of an eye, the few ters between them vanished, and in less than the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Ye Qiu.
“Die!”
With a low shout, Naonao’s attack turned into Lei Ting, his True Qi pulsating and concentrating in his hands, his fists glowing with a white light as the power condensed.
Ye Qiu felt a chill in his heart, letting the other’s montum tremble his clothes.
Naonao, burning with rage, fixed his eyes on Ye Qiu, almost as if he wanted to devour him.
Ye Qiu sensed that Naonao, in his fury, had lost a bit of his reason.
He did not dodge the blow but instead t it head-on.
Bang!
The air rippled with their combined forces, like a calm lake shattered, their fierce montum colliding directly, the True Qi instantly exploded.
The two did not separate; their clash continued, especially as they got closer, every move now a matter of life or death.
At this critical point in the fight, any slackening could an instant death.
Ye Qiu slashed with one hand, his palm as a blade, aiming directly at Naonao’s neck.
Especially as he seized the mont, Naonao was shaken to the core, his rage significantly extinguished by Ye Qiu’s sudden change in technique.
Fast!
A blur passed, Ye Qiu’s palm stopped just an inch from Naonao.
Naonao sneered, “Thinking of killing ?
It’s not that easy.
Only I get to kill, and no one dares to kill !”
“It seems you love to boast,” said Ye Qiu lightly, changing his attack approach.
“Ahhhh…” Naonao couldn’t stand Ye Qiu’s tone; it hurt him as if he had been struck by ten punches.
Naonao directly clashed with Ye Qiu, their attacks eting seven or eight tis in an instant, the aftermath of the battle causing many spectating Martial Artists to step back, afraid of being affected.
Their exchange was fiercely unrelenting, one wave after another, the air thick with the scent of True Qi, strands of unspent energy still drifting.
The surrounding Martial Artists were completely engrossed.
“Are they trying to understand each other in this battle?”
“The power of True Qi level is indeed extraordinary.
Are these two really rising talents?
They are no less impressive than the current top ten warriors.”
“You fool, that Naonao is already one of the top ten.
Although he’s currently ranked tenth, he still possesses the strength of the top ten.”
“Ye Qiu has been contending for so long without falling behind; does that an he also has the strength of the top ten?”
“That’s a certainty now.
This year’s North-South Martial Arts Tournant, the erging warriors are truly terrifying!”
Throughout their struggle, discussions buzzed non-stop, many intrigued by their continual fierce battle.
Their confrontation was as fast as lightning, their movents so rapid that it was hard for the eye to catch their positions, causing so Martial Artists’ eyes to sour from trying to follow their extre speed.
The figures separated, facing each other, both silent.
The previously enraged Naonao suddenly cald down, his aura terrifying, a single glance enough to send shivers down one’s spine.
Around Ye Qiu fell a deathly silence; he stood there with no overpowering aura, but the strength of his attacks shocked others.
A cloud covered the sunny sky, the air heavy and oppressive, everyone held their breath, it was clear the two were about to have their final exchange.
Who would win, and who would lose?
Would it be the fierce and dominant Naonao, or the constantly calm and slightly smiling Ye Qiu?
Nobody was not looking forward to the outco of this fight, and so were already impatient, hoping for a quick resolution to see who would erge victorious.
Thump, thump, thump…
The silence in the air was so profound that one could almost hear everyone’s heartbeat.
Ye Qiu entered a state of emptiness, and it must be said that the man was extraordinarily powerful.
His moves were authentic Chinese martial arts, each one refined to perfection.
Throughout the half day’s effort, Ye Qiu’s True Qi had depleted by three layers, which was not insignificant.
Both n harbored the intention to settle the outco and didn’t want to waste any more ti.
The clouds in the sky rolled and shifted, montarily blocking the sunlight, but just then, they slowly parted.
A beam of sunlight suddenly shot towards the two combatants mid-fight, the unexpected brightness causing the spectators around to squint.
It was at this mont, as many shielded their eyes, that both n moved simultaneously.
There was no sound, no burst of impressive aura, no dazzling techniques.
Neither initiated a move; they rely closed in on each other, each knowing that the first strike could decide the winner.
Whoosh…
The two figures parted again, moving so quickly that the shielded Martial Artists couldn’t clearly see.
Both had ceased fighting.
Was it over?
Who had won?
Just as everyone held their breath in anticipation, the man coughed up blood, breaking the silence abruptly.
He staggered from standing upright, nearly falling to the ground.
With three mouthfuls of blood sprayed from his mouth,
using his hands to support his upper body, the man looked up at Ye Qiu, who still stood opposite him.
“How is he unhard?” the man uttered in disbelief.
He had landed his punch, yet Ye Qiu appeared completely fine.
Just a mont ago, both had thrown three punches, each filled with the most potent concentration of True Qi.
“Is it still that sa move?” the man suddenly recalled.
When they had clashed before, his attacks, upon hitting Ye Qiu, were blocked by an invisible barrier.
Despite using five layers of True Qi concentrated at one point, which could have pierced through any defense, it was useless against Ye Qiu!
Before the man could speak, Ye Qiu flashed towards him and landed a kick on his chin, sending him flying.
Bang, bang…
Now almost devoid of True Qi, the man hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to attack again.
In his mind, Ye Qiu should have been as drained of True Qi as he was, unable to easily send him flying.
“You can’t possibly be this strong!” the man exclaid, his pupils dilating in shock.
“Even a kick can’t shut you up…” Ye Qiu remarked as he kicked again, sending the man flying once more, unable to dodge this ti.
“This makes no sense; you should be just like ,” the man muttered in disbelief.
“What exactly is your level?
Are you in the later stage of True Qi realm?” the man blurted out, unable to believe that Ye Qiu possessed such strength.
“Want to know?” Ye Qiu said indifferently.
Gazing at the man’s earnest eyes, his lips curved, and he leaned closer, slowly saying, “I am True Qi… I don’t want to tell you.”
“Ah, Ye Qiu!”
Expecting Ye Qiu to reveal his true strength, the man scread out, feeling toyed with.
“Shut up!”
Ye Qiu delivered another kick in mid-air, sending the man, who once seed unbeatable, flying like a kicked dog.
“This kick is for the slain mbers of the Dragon Group,” Ye Qiu stated.
With another kick, he added, “This one is for those you deceived in the Dragon Group.”
“This kick… uh, is for all the effort you’ve wasted!”
In the middle of the battlefield, Ye Qiu talked to himself, giving reasons the man found unbearable to hear, his feet never stopping; the man was kicked around like a ball by Ye Qiu.
“How do you like my kicking technique?”
Upon hearing this, the man’s vision darkened.
The surrounding Martial Artists were all astounded!
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