The scene on stage was extremely strange.
Gu Qingyan was like a swallow with broken wings. She tried her best to fly, but was pushed back to the ground again and again by invisible forces.
And Jiang Fa, like a silent stone wall, did not chase or chase, he just stood there and used the simplest boxing skills to neutralize all Gu Qingyan's attacks.
"What the hell kind of boxing is this?"
In the stands, a Rogue Cultivator opened his mouth wide with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Mountain-Breaking Fist, Mountain-Breaking Fist from the Zhao Clan Martial Hall, don't you recognize it?"
"Of course I know Mountain-Breaking Fist, but are you sure this is the authentic Mountain-Breaking Fist?"
Another warrior next to him swallowed and his voice trembled. "I was fortunate enough to see Master Zhao personally demonstrate Mountain-Breaking Fist. It seems to be similar to this..."
"What do you mean? I heard that Zhao Zhong's Mountain-Breaking Fist can be trained to Perfection, and even Transformation Realm is not far away. You don't want to say that this kid has also trained Mountain-Breaking Fist to Perfection, right? How old is he now? Are you sure you are not joking?"
"Perfection? Impossible! Qingshan County I have never heard of anyone under the age of thirty who has mastered a boxing technique to Perfection! Unless he started practicing boxing after his mother was born."
"That's what you say, but how do you explain what you see in front of you?"
Similar comments echoed throughout the stands.
Zhao Clan Martial Hall's watching disciples have collectively fallen silent.
All of them have practiced Mountain-Breaking Fist.
It is precisely because they practice the same boxing technique that they understand more how terrifying what Jiang Fa is showing at this moment.
They have also learned those moves.
But when they used it, they only had form and no spirit.
And every punch of Jiang Fa is like a template coming out of the boxing book.
No, it's higher than the template.
The boxing manual doesn't say how to use Mountain-Breaking Fist to interrupt Feiyan's return step, let alone how to use this Entry boxing technique to suppress a master of the same level with Major Accomplishment.
Wang Shi stood behind Zhao Zhong, staring at Jiang Fa on the stage with wide eyes. His lips wriggled a few times before he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Master, Junior Brother Jiang... his Mountain-Breaking Fist, is he really Perfection?"
Zhao Zhong said nothing.
His hands on his knees were shaking uncontrollably.
He knows it better than anyone else.
Perfection.
This is definitely Mountain-Breaking Fist Perfection!
Zhao Zhong slowly closed his eyes, feeling a storm in his heart.
After joining the academy for more than a year, this disciple who had been ignored by him not only achieved a breakthrough in cultivation to Late Dark Force, body skills to Major Accomplishment, sword skills to Major Accomplishment, but also boxing skills to Perfection.
Mid Yellow Grade, after training to Perfection, the power is even comparable to ordinary low-level Xuan-level martial arts.
"This son... this son..."
Zhao Zhong opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with light, and his eye sockets were slightly red.
He didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.
There were surprises, guilt, and a hint of unspeakable joy.
The whole place was dead silent.
Immediately afterwards, a flood of exclamations exploded from the stands on all sides.
"Boxing technique Perfection! This is really Perfection!"
"I have lived for more than 40 years, and this is the first time I have seen someone master a martial arts to Perfection at this age."
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall is about to rise! It's not enough to have Qin Xuan, but there's even a more ruthless one hidden!"
In the stands, Pei Yan'er, who originally had a face full of contempt, was now as pale as paper, her lips were trembling, and she couldn't say a word.
She had just sworn that Jiang Fa was just a coward who could only dodge, but now she saw with her own eyes that Senior Sister Gu, whom she admired most, was beaten with a set of Entry punches and was unable to fight back.
"Senior Sister Liu... he, why is he so powerful?"
Liu Ying did not answer.
She just stared blankly at the black figure on the ring, with extremely complicated emotions welling up in her heart.
It turned out that I had underestimated him after all.
Lie Changkong had already stood up from his seat, holding his hands on the railing, leaning forward, his eyes locked on Jiang Fa.
"Brother Zhao."
His voice was a little dry. "Tell me the truth, where did you dig up this Jiang Fa?"
Zhao Zhong slowly opened his eyes, the flush in his eyes had faded, replaced by an indescribable complex color.
"He is just a child from a poor family."
Zhao Zhong smiled bitterly and said, "You are a low-class person. When I entered the library, I heard that even the tuition fee was borrowed."
"Inferior root bone?"
Lie Changkong suddenly turned his head to look at him, with a ghostly expression on his face. "Are you kidding me? Can a low-level bone be trained from Mountain-Breaking Fist to Perfection? Can a low-level bone be trained from a mortal to Late Dark Force in one year?"
Zhao Zhong is silent.
He couldn't explain it.
Because even he himself can't understand it.
Qin Xuan on the side pursed his lips.
There was a rare hint of solemnity in those eyes that were always calm and calm, and there was also a trace of shock that even he himself was not aware of.
Song Wan sat beside him, completely speechless at this moment.
She always thought that Qin Xuan was the most outstanding disciple among the younger generation of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall, and thought that the one who could inherit the master's mantle in the future must be Qin Xuan.
But now, that lowly person that she had never seen directly gave her a slap in the face in a way that no one could ignore.
"Jiang Fa..."
She recited the name silently in her heart.
On the arena.
Gu Qingyan's offensive finally stopped.
She knelt on one knee on the table, supporting the floor with both hands, her chest heaving violently, and the sweat from her forehead dripped down her hair onto the iron board.
The right leg was shaking uncontrollably.
Not tired.
It was numbed by Jiang Fa's fist.
From the ankles to the knees to the hip joints, every node where force was needed was accurately interrupted by the opponent's fist. The right force was like thin needles, which made her meridians unbearably sore and swollen.
"Your Mountain-Breaking Fist..."
Listening to the exclamations from the audience stage, Gu Qingyan raised her head, with incredible expression written all over her beautiful face, "Have you really reached the level of Perfection?"
"Hmm."
Jiang Fa didn't explain much, just answered lightly.
Gu Qingyan's mouth opened slightly.
Of course she understands what this means.
At such a young age, this person was able to master a yellow-level boxing technique to Perfection. This level of understanding is simply astonishing.
But her expression soon became firm again,
She slowly stood up, resisting the numbness in her right leg, and performed a kicking stance.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Her expression was solemn, as if she was trying to cheer herself up, or she was unwilling to admit defeat.
Jiang Fa looked at her and said nothing.
Gu Qingyan took a deep breath and urged Feiyan to return to Lingbu again.
This time, her figure was even more erratic, and every step carried an almost crazy determination.
Her legwork no longer pursued tricky angles like before, but became straight and unparalleled.
This is the ultimate move of Fei Yan Hui Ling Bu, Yan Hui Nine Turns.
Using softness to soften hardness, using hardness to overcome softness, combining hardness and softness, and perfectly integrating the beauty of Feiyan's return step with the sharp kicks, this is Gu Qingyan's unique skill.
Shui Qingqian tightened her grip on the armrests in the stands.
"Qingyan... if you still can't win with this move... then..."
Gu Qingyan's whole body was like a streak of emerald green lightning, crisscrossing the ring, leaving an afterimage every time he turned around.
Her legs are like the Yangtze River, endless, and like the waves crashing on the shore, each wave higher than the next.
The warriors watching the battle let out bursts of exclamation.
"Gu Qingyan also worked hard!"
"This is a damn master's trick! It's so fast, I can't even keep up with my eyes!"
"Then how should Jiang Fa respond?"
Jiang Fa stood there, his face as calm as water.
His Wind-Chasing Steps is no longer limited to the steps under his feet, but has been integrated into his entire body.
Major Accomplishment Wind-Chasing Steps combined with Perfection Mountain-Breaking Fist, his offense and defense transitions are seamless.
When Gu Qingyan's last kick that carried all her cultivation power fell, Jiang Fa suddenly moved.
He took one step forward, and his whole body cut into Gu Qingyan's legs like a black lightning.
This scene is exactly the same as when he faced Han Chong.
But this time, what he has to do is not to dodge, but to fight back.
Mountain-Breaking Fist, punch out.
With a fierce strength that makes everyone blush.
Boom!
Fist and foot exchange.
A wave of air visible to the naked eye suddenly erupted centered on the two of them.
Gu Qingyan's pupils suddenly dilated.
She felt her legs kick against a wall made of fine steel.
No, it's harder than fine steel.
The force of the counter-shock destroyed all her offensive moves almost instantly, shaking her entire right leg until she completely lost consciousness.
Her body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken, crossed the ring rope, and landed heavily on the ground three feet away.
The referee raised the flag high.
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall, Jiang Fa wins!"
Wow!
The whole place was boiling.
Flying Swallow Martial Hall In the stands, those female disciples were completely stunned.
"Senior Sister Gu... lost?"
"Impossible, how could Senior Sister Gu lose..."
Gu Qingyan supported the ground and reluctantly sat up.
She still had no feeling in her right leg, her internal organs seemed to have shifted, and a sweet and fishy feeling surged up in her throat, but she was holding it back from spitting it out.
A pair of beautiful eyes stared intently at the black figure on the ring.
Jiang Fa looks calm.
He slowly walked off the ring, and the crowd automatically moved out of the way.
At this moment, no one dared to treat this Zhao Clan Martial Hall boy as an insignificant dark horse.
The real strong men everywhere in the stands obviously remember this name now.
Wang Yanzhi's lips curled up slightly. "Interesting."
Li Kunlun's eyes became more and more murderous.
Zhou Tai touched the spear in his arms, full of fighting spirit.
Lu Jiu slowly straightened up.
The corners of his mouth slowly opened, revealing his white teeth.
"Boxing technique Perfection? This is fun. I hope you won't disappoint me..."