The sound was crisp and loud, but not pleasant to the ear. At least, the people of Fang City felt offended.
Cheng Gong was no fool. Two consecutive bouts of dizziness were clearly no coincidence. He eyed Tang Yan warily, then charged at him again.
"Great Blazing Explosion!"
Cheng Gong unleashed the martial technique once more.
"Still refusing to learn!" Tang Yan snorted softly. After three consecutive turns, he hurled the fourth strike of the Thousand Mountains Fist at Cheng Gong.
A bone-white flame flashed and vanished.
Though Cheng Gong was already being extremely cautious, the Soul-Refining Flame was a spiritual flame born of heaven and earth, after all, and most people could hardly guard against it. The dizziness struck again, and even his true qi began to scatter.
Bang! Already in poor condition, Cheng Gong finally failed to withstand Tang Yan's attack and was knocked back several steps.
Tang Yan closed in and threw another punch.
"Sto-"
Bang!
Before Fang Wentian could finish, Tang Yan's fist had already landed on Cheng Gong.
Tang Yan held nothing back with this punch. Cheng Gong was knocked backward and crashed heavily to the ground, gasping and unable to get up. A numbered token rolled out from his clothes, with a clearly written "five" on it.
By then, the third match had ended, with Du Shu of Qing City claiming victory.
"What happened?" Fang Wentian demanded.
Tang Yan sneered inwardly. When Cheng Gong came over to pick a fight earlier, could you really not have seen it? He stepped forward and said calmly, "Young Master Cheng has something urgent to attend to tonight and wanted to finish early. When he saw that my token had the same number as his, he sparred with me offstage."
Though Tang Yan's excuse was far-fetched, it gave