The kick sent saliva flying from Jin Yuelong's mouth. He spun several times in midair before crashing hard into the ground.
"Bastard!"
Yang Rufeng was furious. He hoisted him up and tossed him into the air, then planted both hands on the ground and delivered an inverted kick!
With a bang, Jin Yuelong shot straight upward, struck the ceiling, and plummeted heavily to the floor.
Now, he no longer had the strength to get back up.
The entire venue fell deathly silent.
"I declare the winner: Yang Rufeng!"
Only then did cheers erupt!
"Another win! Another win!"
"That was awesome! Fuck! I lost money, but a fight that spectacular was worth it."
"How many levels is he going to leapfrog?"
Geng Shu folded her arms. "That's it? That's all a Saint Martial can do? Our fights at the Martial Arts Tournament were fiercer than this!"
"Watch Jin Yuelong closely. He was breaking out in a cold sweat from the moment he stepped into the ring," Xu Tong said. "There wasn't much, but it was enough to tell us what condition he was in."
"He must have spent far too long lingering in brothels and ruined his body!"
"When he clashed with Yang Rufeng using Qi, Yang Rufeng pressed him back step by step while he kept retreating. That's ironclad proof of his weakness!"
"Even if someone reaches Saint Martial, I imagine their condition would still deteriorate if they went too long without training."
"Besides, Yang Rufeng's Qi has that unusual ability to expand. He has plenty of room to grow!"
"Even if Jin Yuelong hadn't ruined his body, he'd still lose unless he could fight at a hundred percent!"
Old Man Quan rubbed his hands. "Whatever his problem is, I won my money!"
"Hehe, I made quite a bit