"Here it comes, here it comes."
Wu Yan was extremely excited.
He seemed eager to prove that he hadn't been lying just now.
Fang Qingyu also began watching seriously.
At present, only four or five people on the field had made him feel pressured, and Tong Ran was one of them.
If he could learn the cultists' attack methods in advance, it would be extremely beneficial for the battles ahead.
Simply knowing an elemental attribute
wasn't very useful.
Even cultists with the same attribute had wildly different methods.
Tong Ran's opponent this time was a martial artist.
Under everyone's gaze, he slowly stepped onto the stage.
He wasn't aware of Tong Ran's latest information, but in the eyes of someone who practiced a breathing method,
Tong Ran was like a true god!!!
"Phew."
He kept taking deep breaths, trying to break through this terrifying sense of déjà vu.
The essence of the Martial Heart was
that no matter who one's opponent was,
one had to have the courage to throw one's own punch at them!!
"Begin!"
Seeing that both sides were in position, Ji Yang announced the start.
Tong Ran had one hand in the pocket of his perfectly pressed uniform trousers and made no move.
Meanwhile, several dozen meters away,
the martial artist had already assumed a bow stance, his fist wrapped in force that constantly twisted the air.
"Ha!!!"
With an angry shout,
he suddenly stomped the ground apart and charged forward.
Seeing this, Tong Ran slightly raised his wrist.
Blue light emerged from his palm, strand after strand.
The next second,
successive gasps of astonishment rang out from the audience.
Three water pillars suddenly exploded out of nowhere along the martial artist's path. At the end of each pillar, a ferocious dragon head condensed, while the whiskers