The first match ended in an unexpected way, and Luo Qingyun from Wudang beca famous, turning into the center of attention, even being regarded by so veteran masters as a formidable opponent.
After that, there were several more duels, with strengths not too disparate, creating a lively atmosphere that drew a lot of cheers.
Li Feng watched these matches but didn’t feel much about them; though these individuals were strong, they fell within the normal range and didn’t require excessive concern.
After another match ended, the host announced the next group of contestants.
"Oh, it’s that Wang Jinkun from the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect."
Xiao Xi squinted and looked over.
Li Feng also raised his head to look, realizing Wang Jinkun was the Crown Prince of the Shengshi Group, with a solid wealthy background, and his previous deanor had a hint of being dissolute.
"This guy, could he be just a show-off like his master?"
Tie Xuan sneered disdainfully.
The Hunyuan Xingyi Sect was a joke in the martial world, especially the master who founded it, whose Kung Fu and business skills were worlds apart.
This guy could beco a master mostly by bragging.
What kind of capable disciples could such a person train, especially since Wang Jinkun is a solid rich young master.
On the stage, Wang Jinkun stepped forward, with one hand behind his back, displaying quite a bit of an expert deanor, while his opponent was Tan Yunhe, successor of the seventy-two Northern Tan Leg.
Huang Shuyao also noticed Wang Jinkun entering the stage; he was the sole advance from the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect, essentially making him the lone representative.
Although the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect flaunted the Xingyi Sect banner, the Xingyi Sect didn’t acknowledge it, and as for their self-created so-called Hunyuan Nine Forms, it was just nonsense.
Upon noticing Wang Jinkun’s opponent Tan Yunhe, Huang Shuyao sneered coldly: "Wang Jinkun is up against Northern Tan Leg from the Tan Family, whose seventy-two Tan Legs are quite formidable; Wang Jinkun facing Tan Yunhe might not withstand three rounds."
As she spoke, the referee announced the start of the match.
Tan Yunhe sneered disdainfully: "Wang Jinkun from the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect, a dissolute young master, how did you make it to the finals, can’t be just money, right?"
"Lucky to face you."
Wang Jinkun pretentiously stood in place, not bothering with words, keeping one hand behind his back and beckoning Tan Yunhe with the other.
This gesture was extrely provocative.
"Oh, really, then try ."
Tan Yunhe snorted coldly and tapped his toes, closing the few ters between them in two steps, launching a swift kick at Wang Jinkun.
"Wang Jinkun is really overestimating himself; Tan Family’s seventy-two Northern Tan Legs are invincible, with kicks packing imnse power, yet he chooses not to dodge, isn’t that daring too much?"
Even non-practitioners know that legs deliver more power than arms, explaining the formidable nature of Tan Leg.
Before Huang Shuyao’s words faded.
Tan Yunhe kicked at Wang Jinkun’s guarding arm, instantly causing Wang Jinkun’s arm to hit his head, flipping him sideways.
Tan Yunhe watched Wang Jinkun, who was completely knocked out by a single kick, and sneered internally; such a treat.
Hunyuan Xingyi Sect.
Ha.
If Hua Wushuang from the Xingyi Sect ca, it might be interesting.
Wang Jinkun was kicked to the ground, but just as Tan Yunhe sneered at him, the fallen Wang Jinkun used the ground’s force to sweep a leg directly at Tan Yunhe’s lower leg.
Tan Yunhe was caught off guard, staggered backward three steps, while Wang Jinkun rolled and flipped back to his feet.
Wang Jinkun reached out to rub his hit arm: "Tan Leg sure lives up to its na; I deflected quite a bit of its power, yet my arm is still numb."
"But Tan Yunhe, don’t underestimate too much; I’ve made it this far not just by my family’s wealth."
"Oh, really."
Tan Yunhe sneered: "I was a little careless this ti, but it won’t happen again."
After saying this, Tan Yunhe kicked out again, a force like a knife sweeping toward Wang Jinkun.
However, Wang Jinkun dodged right as if expecting it.
Tan Yunhe imdiately launched the seventy-two Northern Tan Legs at Wang Jinkun indiscriminately; instantly, Wang Jinkun seed like a small boat in a storm, on the verge of capsizing.
", is it real, Tan Yunhe is just ssing around? Would the esteed Northern Tan Leg heir really lose to a disciple from a fake Xingyi Sect?"
"I heard Wang Jinkun is the heir of Shengshi Group, and they sponsored this tournant with over a billion."
"I wonder how such a pampered young master entered the National Martial Arts Tournant."
"Senior bro, sothing doesn’t feel right; could Tan Yunhe have been paid off? As the heir to the prestigious Northern Tan Leg, how can he fail to defeat Wang Jinkun with so many moves?"
Huang Shuyao also looked displeased.
Northern Leg of the Tan Family belonged to a martial arts family with hundreds of years of reputation; why stoop so low?
Li Feng narrowed his eyes, observing the fight on stage.
"Tan Yunhe is likely to lose."
"Hmm? That can’t be right; Tan Yunhe might be showing leniency, but for him to outright lose seems unlikely."
Xiao Xi turned toward Li Feng.
Li Feng shrugged: "Tan Yunhe isn’t showing leniency."
"Hmm?"
"Not lenient?"
Tie Xuan also looked over: "Southern Hongquan, Northern Tan Leg is renowned in the world, with seventy-two Northern Tan Legs sweeping all, claiming no one can block it; how can Wang Jinkun, a fraud, win?"
"Yes." Xiao Xi nodded in agreent.
Li Feng raised an eyebrow: "Didn’t you guys notice Tan Yunhe’s leg?"
"Hmm? What do you an?"
"Since the match began, Tan Yunhe uses his left leg far more frequently than his right, and his speed with the right leg is clearly half a beat slower, retracting it quickly after kicking."
"While kicking with the left is sharp, the power doesn’t seem as mighty as it appears, more of a façade."
"You’re saying Tan Yunhe’s leg is injured!"
As clever as Xiao Xi was, she quickly grasped the subtlety; Li Feng’s words only had one explanation.
Given this is a National Martial Arts Tournant with major sects and half the martial world present, you wouldn’t dare to throw the match and ruin your reputation.
Northern Tan Leg of the Tan Family has a big reputation.
"Wang Jinkun likely anticipated this when he took that kick, using Tan Yunhe’s underestimation, aiming his sweeping leg at Tan Yunhe’s old injury, explaining why Tan Yunhe’s barrage hasn’t toppled Wang Jinkun."
"You’re slow, Tan Yunhe."
Suddenly lifting his head, Wang Jinkun reached out to grab Tan Yunhe’s extended right leg and punched it multiple tis.
Tan Yunhe imdiately broke into a sweat, while Wang Jinkun followed through with a flying kick that sent Tan Yunhe sprawling onto the stage.
"Still want to fight? Or do you want to cripple your leg?" Wang Jinkun, as arrogant as ever, looked down coldly at Tan Yunhe.
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