Yang Biao couldn't believe it.

Before he could stand firm, Tang Li stepped forward again. With the five fingers of his right hand spread out, his energy exploded and pushed Yang Biao backwards. He flew up in the air, flew several meters away, and hit the ring rope.

He jumped forward again and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Well--"

Yang Biao's face instantly turned pale. He only felt a splitting pain in his chest, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he coughed up bitter water. He struggled to stand up, but in the end he couldn't hold on anymore and lay on his back.

Tang Li put his hands away and stood.

"1,2,3..."

The referee starts counting seconds.

After 10 seconds, Yang Biao did not stand up again.

…

"Yang Biao lost?"

"How is it possible..."

The crowd around him was quiet for a while, and then there were discussions and whispers.

【This is the real martial arts.】

[Today is a battle to spread the martial arts and rectify the name!]

[Look at Chuanwu rationally. Chuanwu has been passed down for thousands of years. It may no longer be the mainstream, but it must have its value. 】

…

In the live broadcast room, comments appeared one after another.

"Master Tang, okay!"

Lu Ziyan clenched her fists and said.

In the Long Martial Arts Hall, Jiang Xianlong was sitting in a chair, watching all this with a cold expression.

"Turn off the live broadcast."

After a slight silence, Jiang Xianlong said.
Chapter completed!