Ultimate True Lord

"Bang bang bang!"

Both were masters of soft power, their arms clashing repeatedly, producing a series of dull thuds. The force of their swings could be heard even at the edge of the ring.

On the field.

Without a doubt, Wang Zheng had the upper hand. His Red Sand Palm strikes were powerful and heavy, and with each swing, it seemed as if he could shatter a stone tablet.

Lu Lang was forced to retreat repeatedly, his arms trembling slightly.

However, he seemed to be naturally strong and thick-skinned, managing to withstand Wang Zheng's first wave of attacks without immediately collapsing. He was even occasionally able to launch counterattacks and slightly turn the tide.

Therefore, it took Wang Zheng some effort to gradually push Lu Lang to the edge of the ring.

"Bear pounces!"

Wang Zheng suddenly erupted, his soft strength surging forth, and a powerful force struck Lu Lang's shoulder, finally sending him flying.

"Wang Zheng wins!"

The old man supervising the match immediately announced.

"call."

Wang Zheng exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly withdrew his outstretched hand.

"Lu Lang should be close to mastering the soft strength technique, yet he was able to withstand so many of my palm strikes."

He slowly turned around and walked to his half of the arena.

After a while.

The ringmaster announced again that Hengjiangquan was the second person to step onto the stage.

"Yokogawa Fist, Martial Champion!"

Suddenly, an exceptionally tall and imposing figure walked over step by step. He was 1.9 meters tall, like an iron tower. His arm muscles were bulging and hard, exuding a fierce aura.

Wang Zheng's gaze immediately sharpened.

He sensed something was amiss. His strength was roughly equal to Wu Kui's, and he had just exhausted himself in defeating Lu Lang. Now, facing Wu Kui again in the second match would likely be quite difficult.

"start!"

With the judges giving another command.

On the plaza, two figures faced off, simultaneously unleashing powerful auras. Their mastered internal energy surged, flowing into their arms. Their outstretched arms moved like supple weapons.

The weapons clashed, making a loud banging sound.

Their footsteps slammed into the ground with a dull thud.

Wang Zheng unleashed a series of fierce moves with his Red Sand Palm, his arms slamming through the air with lightning speed. Wu Kui, in turn, clenched his fists and swung his arms with the force of a mighty river cutting through the air.

The two were old rivals, and their fight was exceptionally fierce, targeting each other's vitals. It looked incredibly dangerous and spectacular.

The surrounding spectators watched with bated breath.

In a short time, the two sides had exchanged nearly a hundred blows, pushing their strength to the limit. It was now a matter of who could break the stalemate in one fell swoop.

"Bang!"

Wu Kui punched Wang Zheng's Red Sand Palm off course, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He then unleashed a flurry of punches, his fists flying like two swirling meteors.

"Bang! Bang!"

Wang Zheng blocked the first punch, but couldn't block the second.

He stumbled backward, his steps faltering, and moved more than ten meters before falling off the stage.

"Martial Arts Champion, victorious!"

The judge immediately announced.

Immediately, a great commotion arose from the Hengjiang Fist side, with many people calling out the name of their senior brother, Wu Kui, their voices filled with excitement.

The Red Sand Palm side, on the other hand, was completely different, mostly silent.

At the edge of the arena, Wang Zheng walked back, his expression slightly somber. He had lost to Wu Kui because he had wasted too much energy and vitality on Lu Lang.

But a defeat is a defeat.

"Master..."

Wang Zheng was about to speak.

Liu Longquan stood up, holding a bottle of liniment for bruises and sprains.

"Here, let me apply some ointment to your shoulder injury."

Wang Zheng was slightly taken aback. He glanced at Liu Longquan, feeling a touch of emotion. Wang Zheng knew that Liu Longquan was telling him not to take it too seriously.

He was just trying to comfort himself.

"Master, let me do it myself."

"You can decide who should go up next to fight Wu Kui."

Wang Zheng felt much better. He picked up the liniment that Liu Longquan handed him, walked to the side, and began to apply the medicine to the places where he had been hit.

on the square.

Liu Longquan slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the three people behind him.

Chen Jian, Liu Mao, Jiang Ming.

Among them, only Chen Jian has mastered the art of soft strength; the other two are seasoned soft strength practitioners. Standing on the stage is Wu Kui, the senior disciple of Hengjiang Fist. Even though he expended a great deal of energy to defeat Wang Zheng, he should not be underestimated.

To be on the safe side, we should definitely send Wang Zheng to play.

However, among his disciples, there is one whose actual combat ability far exceeds his displayed cultivation level, who may be able to resolve the current situation.

"Master, let me do it."

Just as Liu Longquan's gaze unconsciously drifted towards Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming met his gaze, took a step forward, his expression unchanged, and simply spoke in a calm tone.

Beside him, Chen Jian, who was already ready to go on stage, was slightly taken aback as he looked at Jiang Ming's tall back.

"good!"

"I'd like to see how many of them you can defeat!"

Liu Longquan's furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and he looked at Jiang Ming expectantly, speaking encouragingly.

"I alone am enough to handle what's left on the other side."

Jiang Ming turned and walked onto the stage with a calm expression, without pausing at all. All that remained in the eyes of the others was his tall and imposing figure walking away.

"This kid is just like me when I was young."

"That's arrogant!"

Liu Longquan murmured to himself, sighing with emotion.

"Red Sand Martial Arts School, Jiang Ming!"

Beside him, the judge loudly called out Jiang Ming's name.

In an instant, many eyes focused on Jiang Ming's strong figure as he slowly approached. They were curious, as this was the first time Jiang Ming, as a soft-style disciple of the Red Sand Martial Arts School, had displayed his strength in front of the outside world.

"The silver-plated spear has entered the fray."

At the Hengjiang Fist headquarters, Zhou Yang gestured with his lip and said jokingly to Shen Zhou beside him, "Although Senior Brother has expended a lot of energy, he can't be defeated by just any soft force. The interesting part is about to begin."

Beside him, Shen Zhou crossed his arms and smiled as he listened to Zhou Yang's words, then looked ahead.

On the arena.

Jiang Ming stood on the left.

His figure stood like an iron tower, his whole body slightly swollen, his muscles, honed through countless battles, bulging and bulging as he stretched his tight-fitting clothes. Especially his arms, with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his forearms covered in blue veins.

Muscles and meridians are intertwined in the arm like steel cables.

Directly opposite, Wu Kui's condescending gaze fell on Jiang Ming, finally meeting his eyes, which were as calm as a dark pool.

Wu Kui narrowed his eyes slightly, becoming more wary.

He saw a deep, cold indifference hidden beneath Jiang Ming's seemingly gentle eyes.

Wu Kui didn't sense the slightest tension from his opponent. It was as if fighting against him, who had mastered the art of soft strength, was nothing out of the ordinary.

Even the subtle sense of indifference that came with looking down on him was as if Jiang Ming had once personally killed a master of soft strength, so he naturally didn't care about the petty squabbles on the arena.

"This person is extraordinary."

Wu Kui became slightly wary, his aura suddenly hardening. His serious demeanor seemed to have returned to the time when he fought Wang Zheng in the previous match.

Seeing this, the onlookers were all somewhat surprised.

"start!"

The next second, the old man overseeing the arena suddenly spoke in a loud voice.

"call out!"

Wu Kui took the initiative, his muscles trembling suddenly as he stomped his feet hard on the ground. He crushed Jiang Ming like a boulder.

He wanted to see if Jiang Ming was worth his wariness!