If Jiang Xiaofeng deliberately exposed his flaws before, Wu Xiaowei might not have fallen into the trap, but now Wu Xiaowei, who is eager to win, naturally refuses to let go of this opportunity.

Sure enough, when he saw his opponent's middle door wide open, Wu Xiaowei was eager and delighted. He used his hands to control the wind and turned from fists to palms to attack Jiang Xiaofeng's chest.

At this moment, everyone in the arena could see clearly and cheered.

"After all, a flaw has been exposed, now it's up to you how you die."

"Let me just say, how can a mere worldly trash be Wu Xiaowei's opponent?"

"No one is perfect. It is not easy to be able to hold on for such a long time before showing flaws." Some people felt sorry and said.

As everyone cheered, Wu Xiaowei stamped Jiang Xiaofeng's chest with a cruel palm.

However, the expected scene of vomiting blood and dying did not occur, and Jiang Xiaofeng seemed fine.

"Impossible!" Wu Xiaowei was shocked.

The palm he struck just now hit Jiang Xiaofeng's chest firmly, but it felt like it hit steel.

Jiang Xiaofeng grinned. Just now, he deliberately exposed a flaw in his chest, but in fact, he had already gathered all the blood and energy in his chest, like a steel plate, and forcefully caught Wu Xiaowei's killing blow.

After Jiang Beilu's devil training and the tempering of the Earth Evil Fruit, Jiang Xiaofeng's physique was simply not comparable to the fifth level of ordinary body training.

It was precisely for this reason that he was able to receive Wu Xiaowei's blow unharmed.

The reason for doing this is to create an opportunity for Wu Xiaowei to be stunned.

Taking advantage of Wu Xiaowei's dazed moment, Jiang Xiaofeng seized the opportunity, exerted force suddenly, and clamped Wu Xiaowei's hand, leaving the opponent with no way to escape.

Jiang Xiaofeng's eyes flashed red.

Without the involvement of annoying personal laws, in Jiang Xiaofeng's eyes, Wu Xiaowei was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Wu Xiaowei was shocked and exclaimed secretly that it was terrible.

It only took him a moment to be stunned, and the other party seized the opportunity.

Jiang Xiaofeng's speed was far beyond Wu Xiaowei's expectation.

Generally, body refiners choose to fight head-on. They have the aura that one man can stand against all others, and they will never be able to do so quickly.

However, Jiang Xiaofeng is not a simple body refiner, but a person who cultivates both body and energy.

Jiang Xiaofeng clamped one of Wu Xiaowei's arms and immediately punched him straight down.

The strong energy made Wu Xiaowei suddenly wake up, but at this time he was unable to dodge, so he could only raise his hands desperately to block it.

Jiang Xiaofeng smiled slightly, the punch just now was just a feint, the real killing move was at the foot.

Jiang Xiaofeng shouted loudly, his thighs seemed to have grown thicker, and he kicked Wu Xiaowei in the lower abdomen with a strong and explosive force.

With just one kick, Wu Xiaowei collapsed on the ground and almost vomited bile.

The force of this kick was enough to break granite and Wu Xiaowei instantly lost his ability to fight back.

Jiang Xiaofeng once again kicked Wu Xiaowei on the ground without giving the opponent a chance.

bump!

Wu Xiaowei was like a sandbag, falling into the ring at an extremely fast speed.

The whole place was completely silent.

Everyone couldn't believe Wu Xiaowei who flew out of the ring.

Blood spilled everywhere.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

Later.

In the center of the arena filled with the smell of blood, bursts of cheers erupted.

"Oh my god, I lost. Wu Xiaowei actually lost?"

"It's unbelievable that a private warrior actually kicked the genius of Feihe Sect out of the ring?"

"This kick will determine the country."

"This secular warrior must have used some dirty tricks."

The crowd was talking a lot, some were encouraging and some were slanderous.

But it has to be said that Jiang Xiaofeng's image has also quietly changed in their hearts.

Li Fan yelled excitedly, but he didn't expect that his roommate would trample the proud man under his feet.

Jiang Xiaofeng is actually the dark horse of this martial arts tournament, the biggest dark horse.

Too strong.

"Brother Jiang is great." A white flower in the crowd jumped for joy.

Murong Xue's beautiful eyes were shining, and there was only that man in her eyes, who kicked Wu Xiaowei's Jiang Xiaofeng down.

"If Liu Xiaofei were here and saw such an exciting side, he would definitely be happy for Jiang Xiaofeng."

Huo Zhantang sighed in his heart.

"Jiang is so good at pretending. I'm afraid I will never be able to surpass him in my life."

Some people are so talented that ordinary people cannot compare to them no matter how hard they work throughout their lives.

Of course, if there are some unexpected encounters, maybe we can overtake in corners and surpass such geniuses.

In the crowd, Ji Chenbao looked meaningfully at Jiang Xiaofeng on the ring, his eyes full of fighting intent.

Kicking Wu Xiaowei off the ring showed Jiang Xiaofeng's strength to all, and it also aroused his fighting spirit. He must defeat Jiang Xiaofeng with his own hands.

Not only Ji Chenbao, but also the younger generation of masters in the ancient martial arts world were eyeing Jiang Xiaofeng, and they secretly had a rivalry in their hearts.

Jiang Xiaofeng breaks through everyone's perception with his secular identity.

On the referee's bench, several league leaders couldn't help but look at each other, and they all smiled and nodded. Everyone looked quite satisfied with Jiang Xiaofeng's performance today.

Hua Ruyi looked at Jiang Xiaofeng with admiration, staring at Jiang Xiaofeng on the ring with seductive eyes, snickering secretly.

The old man Shenshu laughed heartily and said to Sima Ce: "How do you think Lao Xu's disciples performed today? Did it exceed your expectations?"

Sima Ce said unwillingly: "Wu Xiaowei is only at that level. Jiang Xiaofeng just won by tricking him. If he really meets my grandson, Jiang Xiaofeng has no chance."

Under the ring, Wu Xiaowei listened to the cheers of the warriors watching the battle and spat out a mouthful of blood again.

These cheers were originally his. If he hadn't been impetuous and careless and allowed Jiang Xiaofeng to seize the opportunity, he would not have lost at all.

However, what Wu Xiaowei didn't know was that Jiang Xiaofeng didn't use all his strength, and even just used his physical strength to defeat him.

With severe pain and the pain of defeat, Wu Xiaowei glared at Jiang Xiaofeng on the ring with unwillingness.

"If you think I won by trickery, you can come up and fight again." Jiang Xiaofeng said generously, willing to give Wu Xiaowei a chance.

Wu Xiaowei rolled over, trying to stand up and fight again, but unexpectedly, his injuries were affected and he fell to the ground again.

After waiting for a while, Wu Xiaowei finally stood up and climbed onto the ring despite the immense pain.

At this time, an old voice sounded.

"Grandson, admit defeat."

Wu Xiaowei turned around and saw an old man in gray robe walking slowly from the crowd.

Wu Xiaowei blushed and lowered his head, saying dejectedly: "Grandpa, I have embarrassed you."

It's really embarrassing that he can't defeat even a secular warrior.

Wu Xiaowei's grandfather is a rare master of the Feihe Sect. He rarely appears in front of others, but now he appears in the martial arts competition.

Mr. Wu shook his head and chuckled, comforting and said: "Winning or losing is not important. What is important is growing up and learning lessons. This defeat may not be a bad thing for you. Come on down."

"You win." After saying that, Wu Xiaowei walked down from the ring unwillingly.

Mr. Wu glanced at Jiang Xiaofeng in the center of the ring and said, "Boy, you are very talented. Xiao Wei is willing to admit defeat and will abide by the agreement."

"Thank you for the compliment, senior." Jiang Xiaofeng nodded in thanks.
Chapter completed!