This god is really evil

Chapter 68 God, Great Sage Teacher, and Brother Li, I win!
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd of Yang Dayong's supporters around him couldn't help but cheer.

"Three Secret Techniques of the Blazing Sun!"

"It is said that this is the secret of the Fiery Sun Fist, and only the heirs of the previous generations can be taught."

"I've only heard Master mention this move before, but this is the first time I've seen it. I have no regrets in death, no regrets in death!"

"Fiery Sun Fist! Fiery Sun Fist!"

When people heard the name of the Three Secret Techniques of the Fiery Sun, they knew that they must be extremely powerful killer moves. Many spectators who had just supported Niu Ma couldn't help but hesitate again.

Niu Ma was stunned and thought to himself: Isn’t it the Nine Secret Techniques?
Just as he was thinking about it, Yang Dayong's fist was already in front of him!
There was a look of pride on his face. It was also the Fiery Sun Fist. The three Fiery Sun secrets could be said to be the essence of the Fiery Sun Fist, far surpassing other moves. This Niu Ma was simply unstoppable.

But in the next moment, the pride on his face suddenly turned into astonishment, because Niu Ma also threw a punch, which was exactly the same as his three secret techniques of the Fiery Sun, and was even a little faster!
In the eyes of the people around, the moves used by the two men were exactly the same. Their fists collided with each other in the air like a violent storm, with speed fighting speed. In a blink of an eye, they had already exchanged dozens of punches!
But suddenly, Yang Dayong's punching speed slowed down, and after completing the set of moves, a flaw was revealed instantly.

But Niu Ma didn't stop at all and continued to punch out like a storm!

Yang Dayong was stunned and was hit by dozens of fist shadows in an instant. Blood and teeth spurted out and he fell to the ground as if he was trampled by dozens of running buffaloes.

Only then did he discover that Niu Ma's skill was actually the seventh level of Qi and Blood!

But what really made him feel heartbroken was the punch that the opponent had just thrown.

He had been immersed in the Fiery Sun Fist since he was a child, and recognized it at a glance. It was the Fiery Sun Fist that could not be more authentic. However, he had never seen such exquisite moves before!

Yang Dayong rolled onto the stage, blood flowing from his mouth, and muttered:

"This... what kind of move is this?"

Niu Ma replied blankly:
"It's the Nine Secret Techniques of the Fiery Sun."

Yang Dayong was disheartened and said in a trembling voice:
"Nine Secret Techniques? Why have I...why have I never heard of them..."

Being defeated by the martial arts that he was best at and most proud of, and the opponent used a secret technique that was even more advanced than his, this blow almost destroyed Yang Dayong's martial arts spirit.

Niu Ma scratched the back of his head and said honestly:
"Now you've heard it."

Then he turned to look at Gao Yukun who was trembling beside him and asked sincerely:

"Is it our turn to fight next?"

Gao Yukun's face turned pale instantly. He took off the gold-thread gloves on his hands, clasped his fists respectfully and said:
"Brother Niu is very skilled. I am ashamed of myself and I admit defeat."

He is only at the third level of Qi and Blood, and is the weakest among the four. Although the poison palm inherited from his family is good, he has not practiced it to the right level, and will be beaten like a sandbag by Niu Ma. It is better to just admit defeat.

Niu Ma nodded and said:

"Oh."

Then he turned around and looked at the people present in a daze, his eyes swept across those faces that were either shocked, stunned, ecstatic or angry, and a thought flashed through his mind:
"Did you win?"

The next moment, the martial arts arena became boiling again, with tens of thousands of spectators shouting wildly, almost shouting to the sky:

"Niu Ma! Niu Ma!"

"Mr. Niu won! Mr. Niu is so heroic!"

"At such a young age, he actually defeated the Four Young Masters of Weihe, and it was a big victory!"

"Yang Dayong is at the fifth level of Qi and Blood, right? Hiss... Isn't Young Master Niu at least at the sixth level of Qi and Blood?"

"Genius! A martial arts genius! Our Weizi Town has also produced a martial arts genius!" "Brother Niu! Niuma! Niuma!"

In the crowd, a dozen apprentices from Yizhuang who were watching the fight on site shouted frantically, leading tens of thousands of people in the entire martial arts arena to shout his name:
"Niuma! Niuma! Niuma!..."

Niu Ma stood on the ring, listening to the thunderous cheers coming from his ears, and for a moment he felt as if he was dreaming.

He was finally convinced that he had won, defeated the four young masters of Weihe, and became the ultimate winner.

This victory may be insignificant in his later life, but it will be remembered by him forever.

Thinking of the deep hatred he had hidden in his heart and all the help he had received, Niu Ma's eyes instantly turned red.

I won... God, Great Sage Teacher, and Brother Li... I won!

On the high stands nearby, officials of all ranks in Qinghe County all had expressions of surprise and joy on their faces, pointing and talking at Niu Ma on the stage.

It is not easy for a county to produce a martial arts genius. Niu Ma, at the age of seventeen, has achieved such skills, which is considered a genius even in the county.

Zhou Boyan looked at Niu Ma on the stage, also showing a happy expression, and murmured:
"Great, great. My son is so outstanding. I'm sure the Saint will be very happy after she ascends to heaven... These five offerings are all good things..."

Then he looked up at the three moons in the sky that were almost overlapping, and said to himself:

"Calculating the time, it's time to start."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden laugh suddenly rang out in the martial arts arena:
"whee……"

The laughter was sharp and strange. Although there was a lot of noise in the martial arts arena, the laughter suddenly drowned out everyone's shouts and suddenly appeared in everyone's ears.

The noise immediately stopped.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure suddenly flip out from the high platform where the Liu family of the Chai Gang was located and land on the ring.

The man was holding a long willow branch in his hand. He looked very similar to Liu Qingzhi, but was several decades older.

It was Liu Qingzhi's father, Liu Chunming, the manager of the Chai Gang.

"Manager Liu, what are you going to do? Are you going to break the rules in a fight between juniors?" On the stands, QH County Lieutenant Chang Wei shouted loudly with a fierce look in his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, a team of fierce detectives rushed over, surrounded the arena in the center, and were about to capture Liu Chunming.

In martial arts performances at ritual ceremonies, life and death are determined by fate. Moreover, it is only a serious injury and no one is killed, so no one can break the rules.

All the villagers present were looking at Liu Chunming in surprise.

Could it be that the Liu family couldn't afford to lose, so Liu Chunming wanted to go up and vent his anger for his son?
It is said that the Liu family has an ancestral magic trick called "Liu Magic", which is very strange. It's a pity that Liu Qingzhi didn't have the chance to perform it before he was knocked unconscious.

However, the Chief Inspector of the Imperial Observatory, Lord Liu Yunhe, was present at the scene. Could Liu Chunming really dare to do anything wrong?

Liu Chunming ignored the words of the county lieutenant Chang Wei and instead planted the willow branch in his hand onto the stage. He then muttered something, and the willow branch unexpectedly grew more than ten feet high out of thin air, like a flagpole.

Liu Chunming used his hands and feet and, in full view of everyone, climbed to the top of the willow branch like a monkey.

Before everyone could react, Liu Chunming laughed again, took out a dagger, and cut off his own head in a few seconds at the top of the willow branch that was more than ten feet high.

From the empty neck cavity, blood gushed out abnormally like a fountain, and was scattered to the entire martial arts field with the help of the strong wind. In a blink of an eye, hundreds of people around the arena had blood splashed on their faces and bodies.

Afterwards, those who were splashed with blood shuddered suddenly, and then grinned together:
"whee."

(End of this chapter)