"Yes. But that move was his own creation!"
Zhao Hua said.
The crowd in the martial arts hall was boiling, and the enthusiastic cheers made it difficult to hear the voices of the two people close at hand. Zhao Hua turned his head and looked at the figure on the ring, only to feel that the not-so-tall figure suddenly appeared.
His eyes stretched infinitely and became incomparably majestic.
"Junior brother, I, Zhao Hua, seldom convince others, but this time, I really convinced you!"
Zhao Hua said secretly. In a daze, Zhao Hua suddenly realized that without knowing it, Yang Ji was no longer the same Yang Ji he had met before.
He has embarked on a different and more powerful path.
"call!"
On the ring, Yang Ji fell back to the ground. He was panting heavily, but with just one move, Yang Ji was sweating profusely, and his body's blood was also consumed a lot.
"After using it for the first time, it still has many flaws and needs to be revised again in the future."
Yang Ji wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself.
Although this was the first time he used the "Wrath of the Overlord" move, Yang Ji had actually deduced it in his mind and practiced it countless times before. It could be said that he was very familiar with it.
But practice is practice, and reality is reality.
After actually using it, Yang Ji found that this move consumed the spirit, physical strength, and blood to an astonishing level. The dragon turtle phantom that appeared in the void from the first to the eighth move was also a manifestation of this immaturity.
Every newly created move requires a lot of refinement to achieve perfection, and Yang Ji's "Wrath of Overlord" obviously still has a long way to go.
Fortunately, I won this round!
"Yang Ji, congratulations!"
An old, familiar voice came into his ears, and Yang Ji saw a pair of combat boots in his eyes. He raised his head, and Yang Ji saw that the old general Wang Tai had stepped into the ring at some point and walked in front of him.
The audience exclaimed, and Yang Ji quickly bowed and said, "Sir!"
"Haha, no need to be so polite."
Wang Tai smiled, with a mellow and gentle smile: "You have won this round, go down and have a good rest."
As he spoke, he stretched out a palm and patted Yang Ji on the shoulder.
Just as Yang Ji was about to speak, there was a sudden boom, and a strong blood energy surged from Wang Tai's body. This blood energy was extremely dense, and every particle was like metal. Compared with Yang Ji's blood energy, it was as soft as cotton wool.
Same.
Yang Ji was shocked and immediately fell silent.
Wang Tai's blood was strong and powerful, and in just a blink of an eye, lightning traveled throughout Yang Ji's body, eliminating fatigue, restoring physical strength, and smoothing away hidden injuries. In just an instant, Yang Ji felt that he had recovered from the excessive consumption.
Although his blood has not fully recovered, his overall energy and physical strength have recovered a lot.
"Okay. Come on down."
Wang Tai smiled, and without waiting for Yang Ji's answer, he turned around, walked calmly to the edge, and returned to the stand.
Wang Tai helped secretly, and no one in the audience saw through it except Yang Ji himself.
Yang Ji hesitated for a moment, but didn’t say anything after all. Then he left the ring under the warm cheers of everyone. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
Chapter completed!