Mantis Fist emphasized agility and uncanny variations, using skill to break strength.
Over the past few days, he had sparred with Mei Qinghe many times and accumulated some experience dealing with agile-type martial artists.
One effective method was to catch them off guard.
Give him no chance to unfold the changes in his fist path.
The moment the referee shouted the word "Begin!"
Chen Jing's feet shifted, and the Descending Mountain Stance suddenly stamped out!
His whole body was like a fierce tiger pouncing from the forest. The disciple from Qingsong Martial Arts Hall had not expected Chen Jing to attack the instant the fight began, shooting a cold arrow without warning.
In the blink of an eye, that massive fist had already reached his face.
His pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly raised his fists to deflect the force.
However, how could he possibly have expected Chen Jing's strength to be so terrifying?
The force of the punch came smashing over like mountains toppling and seas overturning.
He only felt both arms jolt, and the strength in his guard was instantly smashed apart. His entire body left the ground against his will.
He flew straight out of the arena.
The crowd below the stage hurriedly scattered. He flipped over, landed on the ground, and staggered back several steps before barely steadying himself.
The referee craned his head to take a look, then announced loudly:
"Lianshan Martial Arts Hall, Chen Jing wins! Another point!"
The Qingsong Martial Arts Hall disciple stood below the stage, glaring at Chen Jing with eyes wide in fury, his face full of unwillingness.
If this had been a chance encounter in the wild, after that punch, there would naturally still have been a fight to be had, and it would still be unknown whose hand