"How is this going?"
Han Bin in the audience opened his eyes wide and looked confused.
In the first fight, Yang Ji was obviously not Wang Xian's opponent, and his strength was not as good as his opponent. But now, Yang Ji and Wang Xian were evenly matched, and even Yang Ji's aura steadily overshadowed Wang Xian's.
With Han Bin's knowledge of martial arts, he was completely unable to understand what happened during this period of time.
Han Bin was not the only one who was shocked. There was a buzz below the arena. Faced with this scene, the crowd in the audience started talking about it. Even around the arena, many of the imperial "military soldiers" who were paying attention to the game also opened their eyes in surprise.
Wang Xian comes from a military family and has a natural affinity with them. Therefore, among all competitions, Wang Xian's competition is undoubtedly the one they pay the most attention to.
Wang Xian's qualifications are the most outstanding among the children who came from the army in Pingchuan City. Many people think that Wang Xian can become everyone's representative in the court in the future.
In this martial arts examination, there was no expectation that Wang Xian would be among the last seven. But now, for the first time, Wang Xian was suppressed by a person who was not as powerful as him!
"What exactly is going on?"
The same thought ran through many people's minds. "Wang Xian" is definitely not an ordinary person, and trying to suppress him with "weakness" over "strongness" is simply a joke.
However, in the ring, Yang Ji is demonstrating this in practical actions.
"Wang Xian's rhythm was suppressed by him!"
A voice came from the side. Han Bin was startled and turned around suddenly, only to realize that Lu Ling had come back from the other side of the steel partition wall at some point.
Her eyes were looking at the ring, her eyes flickering uncertainly, no one knew what she was thinking.
"The rhythm...is suppressed?"
Han Bin murmured to himself, repeating Lu Ling's words with a blank look on his face. Suddenly he reacted and let out a low cry, with a horrified look on his face.
Everyone has his or her own rhythm, the rhythm of shots, the rhythm of martial arts. This rhythm is so slight that many people can't even feel it, but it does exist.
Only a handful of top players can capture the opponent's rhythm, and even fewer can take advantage of this and defeat the opponent!
"You mean Yang Ji is using his rhythm to defeat him?"
Han Bin looked at Lu Ling beside him and asked. As soon as he said the words, he felt that he had said something stupid. Lu Ling's words had made it clear. If Yang Ji had not mastered a certain method, it would be absolutely impossible for him to become a "black evil spirit".
Wang Xian was tied with Wang Xian and was quickly suppressing him.
Who is "Wang Xian"? It's amazing that such a martial arts genius can catch the rhythm of his attacks. And Yang Ji can actually use this to defeat him.
When Han Bin thought of this, he couldn't help but feel horrified.
"Is Yang Ji actually so strong?"
A flash of lightning flashed in Han Bin's mind.
Chapter completed!