Qin Xuan's fists were slowly clenched in his sleeves, and then slowly released.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart.
As the first member of the younger generation of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall, he has never felt such a strong threat among his peers.
Jiang Fa's swordsmanship and boxing skills have reached Perfection, and his body skills have reached Major Accomplishment. This understanding, placed within Qingshan County, is absolutely unprecedented.
"Junior Brother Qin, it's your turn."
Wang Shi's voice came from behind,
Qin Xuan came back to his senses, nodded slightly, and walked towards the ring.
Before the competition even started, the atmosphere in the school grounds was already extremely tense.
The first two games were too fierce. Zhou Tai broke through and was still defeated by Wang Yanzhi's sword. Jiang Fa used Perfection sword skills to cross the border and kill Liu Mang, who was at the peak of An Jin. Every game was wonderful.
Now in the third game, one is An Jin who is the pinnacle talent that Boulder Martial Hall has trained with all his efforts, and the other is Zhao Zhong who has high hopes for himself. No one thinks that this game will be easy.
When Qin Xuan stepped onto the ring, his face was a little more solemn than usual.
His condition has recovered to 80% to 90%. Although he has not reached his peak, it will not have a big impact on the subsequent battle.
Li Kunlun is already waiting opposite.
Today he changed into a gray and black outfit, with a leather belt around his waist, and the muscle lines on his arms were clearly visible.
Those eyes were as cold as snakes. They had been staring at Qin Xuan for a moment since he took the stage, with a hint of a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall, Qin Xuan."
Qin Xuan Report your name according to the rules.
"Boulder Martial Hall, Li Kunlun."
Li Kunlun replied lightly.
The referee waved the flag.
The two of them moved almost at the same time.
Qin Xuan's body swept forward like catkins, his right fist broke through the air, and he went straight to Li Kunlun's palace.
His punch seemed light and agile, but in fact it concentrated Late Dark Force's strength into one point. The air where the punch pointed was slightly distorted.
Li Kunlun did not dodge or evade, but also punched out.
The two fists collided and exploded.
The air wave spread out in all directions with the two people as the center, and the surface of the ring was shaken so much that dust flew up.
Qin Xuan took three steps back, each step making the surface of the ring bang.
His brows wrinkled imperceptibly, and his entire right arm felt slightly numb.
Li Kunlun only took half a step back. His whole body seemed to be nailed to the spot, and he could not even breathe.
Make a decision.
"An Jin Peak is really different." Qin Xuan took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood, "Come again."
He attacked again. This time he no longer faced Li Kunlun head-on. Instead, he spread out his body skills and walked around Li Kunlun. His punches were like piercing a butterfly through flowers. Attacking him will save him.
Zhao Clan Martial Hall In the stands, Jiang Fa frowned.
"Senior Brother Qin's movement is not slow, but Li Kunlun's footwork is not weak either. The two are probably about the same speed, but Li Kunlun's strength and defense are obviously far superior to him. It will be difficult for Senior Brother Qin to win by fighting."
Wang Shi looked worried. "Boulder Martial Hall's Yellow Rank Upper Grade martial arts Panshiquan is known for its heavy weight. It can't be fought head-on, and it can't be broken in a free fight..."
"Unless Senior Brother Qin comes out with the Monument Finger again." Jiang Fa said solemnly, "But the Monument Finger needs to be close, and if he can't win after one blow, he will be doomed."
Zhao Zhong sat at the front, his eyes never leaving the ring, wondering what he was thinking.
In the ring, Qin Xuan's punches became more and more tricky, hitting Li Kunlun on the shoulder, ribs, and lower back several times in a row.
But every time the fist landed, it was like hitting an iron wall, only making a dull "bang bang" sound. Li Kunlun didn't move at all, and even the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth did not disappear.
"Your fist is so soft, haven't you had enough food?"
Li Kunlun suddenly spoke, his voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly throughout the audience.
There was an uproar in the stands.
"Too arrogant!"
"Li Kunlun is deliberately humiliating Qin Xuan!"
"Qin Xuan is, after all, of the highest quality, so to speak..."
Zhao Clan Martial Hall's disciples all looked ugly.
Tang Jin'er couldn't help but whisper, "Why is this person so annoying!"
Qin Xuan was unmoved.
He suddenly closed his fist and retreated, keeping a distance of two feet from Li Kunlun, breathing slightly rapidly.
He gently stretched his right fist in his sleeve a few times, and the knuckles were faintly red.
He used 80% of his strength in those few punches just now, which should have been enough to break muscles and bones when hitting someone, but when they landed on Li Kunlun, they were like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and they couldn't even shake the opponent's center of gravity.
This person's physical body is so strong. Could it be that he has practiced some kind of horizontal training method?
Qin Xuan looked at Li Kunlun's understatement, and his heart sank slightly.
Li Kunlun moved forward slowly, each step carrying a heavy sense of oppression.
"High-quality bones, nothing more than that."
The moment he finished speaking, Li Kunlun moved.
His speed was more than twice as fast as before, and his whole body was like a gray lightning, instantly getting within two feet in front of Qin Xuan.
The right fist punched out.
There was nothing fancy about this punch, but it carried a terrifying aura that made Qin Xuan's scalp numb.
Qin Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, his body suddenly leaned back, and he folded his palms in front of his chest to block.
Fists and palms meet.
Qin Xuan felt an overwhelming force pouring in from his palms, and the bones of his arms made a heart-breaking creaking sound. His whole body was thrown backwards as if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram.
He turned twice in the air, and when his feet landed on the ground, he took another seven or eight steps back. Each step left spider web-like cracks on the ring.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Qin Xuan's mouth, spreading a dazzling scarlet color on the ring.
There was an exclamation of surprise in the stands.
"Qin Xuan is injured!"
"Why is Li Kunlun's punch so heavy? This is not the strength that An Jin should have at its peak?"
Li Kunlun succeeded with one blow and couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth.
"Why, that's all you have?"
Qin Xuan was half-kneeling on the ground, with sharp pains coming from the bones of his left arm. It was more like a fire burning in his chest, and every breath was accompanied by a rusty sweetness.
He gritted his teeth and tried hard to stand up.
But all the strength seemed to have been drained from his body, his legs were as heavy as lead, and even one finger was shaking uncontrollably.
He has never been so embarrassed.
"I... haven't lost yet."
Qin Xuan raised his head, his eyes were red, and his determined face was now covered with sweat and blood.
He struggled to stand upright, slowly raised his right arm, brought his fingertips together, and the aura around him rose crazily like a flashback.
"You still want to use the Monument Opening Finger?" Li Kunlun raised his eyebrows, his eyes even more sarcastic, "Do you think this trick will be effective on me?"
"You can stop me if you can."
Qin Xuan's voice was hoarse, and the very faint golden energy appeared on the fingertips of his right hand again. His whole body was like a fully drawn bow, ready to go.
In the stands, Zhao Zhong's face had completely darkened.
He could see that Qin Xuan was dying.
Late Dark Force's cultivation and his body that has not fully recovered, facing Li Kunlun, who has profound knowledge, this battle was not equal from the beginning.
"This kid... hides it too deeply."
Zhao Zhong secretly hates it in his heart.
The strength, speed, and defense displayed by Li Kunlun are all far beyond what a normal An Jin peak should be.
Not to mention Qin Xuan, even if Lie Jingyun, Gu Qingyan and his like were tied together, they probably wouldn't be enough for him to fight with one hand.
At this moment, Qin Xuan moved.
He used up his last bit of strength and rushed toward Li Kunlun like an arrow from a string, with a golden glow between his fingers.
This blow brought with it all his cultivation, all his will, and all his pride.
After one blow, there is no more energy left.
Li Kunlun did not hide away as everyone expected.
He didn't even move at all, he just slowly raised his right fist to his waist.
Before the punch was fired, the invisible energy had begun to condense crazily. The air above the entire arena seemed to be drained, and the disciples near the stand could even feel difficulty breathing.
"Die!"
Li Kunlun shouted loudly and punched out.
Fist fingers connected.
The golden energy collided with the invisible fist force, and a loud noise was louder than ever before.
The ground around the ring shook violently, and several stands nearby shook.
Qin Xuan's golden finger strength shattered like paper, and the fist strength penetrated his finger bones and surged up his arm.
The bones of his right arm were broken momentarily.
Not just the right arm.
The terrifying force was like a bursting flood, pouring into his chest and abdominal cavity, shaking all his internal organs.
The next moment, Qin Xuan was blasted into the air by the punch and thrown far back.
Blood spurted out from his mouth, ears, and nostrils, drawing a dazzling red line in the air.
"Junior Brother Qin!"
Song Wan shouted anxiously with a pale face.
Qin Xuan was flying backwards while Li Kunlun was following him like a shadow. He raised his right fist again, and the invisible energy surged in front of his fist like boiling water.
This blow was more fierce than the one just now.
There was an almost imperceptible coldness in the corner of his mouth, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
With this punch, he will completely destroy Qin Xuan here.
"You dare!"
Zhao Zhong shouted loudly, and flew up from the stands like an eagle. Transforming Force's mid-term cultivation exploded with all his strength. He was so fast that he could hardly see his trajectory, and he rushed towards the ring.
However, as soon as he reached the edge of the ring, a gray shadow stood in front of him like a ghost.
"Master Zhao, in the arena, life and death are determined by fate. What you are doing is against the rules."