"When soldiers come, they will block it, and when water comes, the earth will flood it. You will know after you try it."
Yang Ji flicked his sleeves and strode towards the stage.
The surroundings were quiet, everyone held their breath, and eyes focused on the two people from all directions.
"Who do you think will win between the two of them?"
A voice whispered.
"It's hard to say, it should be Wang Xian. This Yang Ji is almost the same as Wang Xian's previous opponent. If we just talk about strength, there may not be much difference between the two. But if you include steel fingers, Yang Ji will definitely lose."
Another person replied.
"I think so……"
The same discussion was held in various places. Wang Xian recognized that the most terrifying thing is not his martial arts, but his ten "steel fingers". If there is no effective defense means, even if his strength is equal, it is not his.
opponent.
"This is troublesome..."
Han Bin stood in the audience, worried. If Yang Jizhao had made those fine iron "iron gloves", he might still be able to fight against Wang Xian, but now...
On the ring, Wang Xian stood on the ring early, waiting silently. His expression was resolute and calm, and it seemed that nothing could shake his will. Everyone who saw him could feel the emotion coming from him.
Strong self-confidence and belief in winning.
"You are quite capable...but I am determined to win this game!"
As soon as Yang Ji stepped onto the ring, he heard Wang Xiandao from the opposite side.
Yang Ji was slightly stunned. This was the first time he heard Wang Xian speak. Although his tone seemed calm, what he revealed was aggressive and domineering.
"me too!"
Yang Ji then smiled and said without any concession in his eyes.
It was just the beginning, and there was already a sense of tension between the two. The soldiers around them couldn't help but look slightly sideways.
Although the two of them are young, their strength is actually equivalent to theirs. From birth, the soldiers naturally tend to favor Wang Xian, who comes from the military, but Yang Jineng can not give in to Wang Xian's sharp edge, and he can't help but give in.
People look sideways.
Regardless of one's origin, the military is the place that respects the strong the most!
"Game start!"
The examiner's serious and rigid face showed no expression at all. He waved his hand and announced the start of the competition.
"boom!"
The blood in Wang Xian's whole body exploded. At the moment when the examiner announced the start of the competition, he stepped out with a loud bang. In an instant, a rolling murderous aura and evil spirit surged out, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth.
The world in Yang Ji's perception was instantly filled with sand and gravel, strong winds, endless bones and corpses of war horses lying in the dust, boundless. The entire arena suddenly turned into a brutal battlefield, with cries of ghosts and gods everywhere.
.
"What a powerful battlefield scene!"
Yang Ji narrowed his eyes slightly and looked more cautious than ever before.
"Wang Xian" was the first person Yang Ji encountered who could fully understand the essence of martial arts. There is no doubt that his background in the military family played a major role.
Yang Ji could even feel the strong killing aura on his body, as if a knife was cutting his skin.
"boom!"
Black energy billowed, and the blood energy in Wang Xian's body completely turned black and red. With a flash of light, it immediately shot out towards Yang Ji. Almost at the same time as he pounced, Yang Ji's figure swayed and shot out vertically and horizontally at the same time.
The two figures collided heavily in the center of the ring, shaking the entire steel structure, and the ring weighing hundreds of thousands of kilograms buzzed and trembled, as if it was about to turn over.
Black and red blood was like smoke and mist, bursting out from the bodies of the two of them like huge waves. Yang Ji's body trembled and he took five or six steps, but Wang Xian swayed slightly and his feet did not move at all.
"This guy is so powerful!"
Yang Ji looked at Wang Xian opposite, secretly frightened.
The moment the two of them fought, Yang Ji felt like he had hit a solid wall. An overwhelming force surged in, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
This was the first time that Yang Ji encountered an opponent whose strength steadily surpassed his own in the "Martial Arts Examination". However, Wang Xian's strength not only did not make Yang Ji feel timid, but instead inspired him to fight.
"boom!"
Wang Xian didn't pay much attention to it. The "Black Evil Boxing Technique" was extremely strong and powerful. It was an extremely powerful killing fist in the early stage of martial arts. He tested Yang Ji's strength with one move. He stepped hard with his foot and there was a roar. The second
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The huge arena completely turned into Wang Xian's home court. Black smoke inspired by the "Black Evil Fist Intention" billowed and filled the air, blocking the sight of everyone in the audience. Wang Xian was like a battlefield filled with beacon smoke.
On top, an invincible general wearing heavy armor came over with murderous intent, opening and closing his arms.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and Yang Ji was knocked away again. His right hand trembled, obviously injured.
Wang Xian's "Black Evil Fist" is extremely hard and powerful. It is a battlefield killing martial art in the army. There are few enemies in the same realm. Yang Ji and Wang Xian confronted each other head-on. The result was just like Wang Xian's previous opponents, they were defeated.
The force of the punch caused injury.
"boom!"
In the third fight, Yang Ji still didn't retreat.
There was finally a glimmer of emotion in Wang Xian's expressionless eyes. He was not surprised that Yang Ji was confronting him head-on. All his opponents had no choice but to confront him head-on.
But the results after three fights surprised Wang Xian.
"This guy... has such a strong ability to withstand blows!"
A flash of lightning flashed in Wang Xian's mind.
"Black Evil Fist" is a martial art inherited from his family. For this martial art, he has been practicing since childhood and has been practicing for ten years.
In the past, as long as opponents dared to confront Wang Xian's "Black Evil Fist" head-on, after three moves, either their muscles and bones would be injured, or their internal organs would be shocked, and the power they would emit would change significantly and become weaker and weaker.
However, Yang Ji's strength was obviously weaker than his, but after receiving three of his most powerful "Black Evil Fists", his strength was still as strong as before, without any change.
"boom!"
Smoke billowed, and just when Wang Xian struck out for the fourth time, a sudden change occurred. Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and he suddenly took the lead. Just three-quarters of the way Wang Xian's "Black Evil Fist" was released, suddenly
Punch out.
Wang Xian's expression changed, and he suddenly had an unpleasant feeling. Without waiting for his moves to mature, the second punch with his left hand came out like lightning without thinking. However, almost at the same time, Yang Ji's second punch was still ahead of him.
Half a beat later, it collided with Wang Xian's left fist.
"Boom!"
Amidst the huge sound, the air exploded, and the two iron fists collided heavily. However, unlike before, Yang Ji and Wang Xian were evenly matched this time, and they were on equal footing.
"How can it be!"
Wang Xian looked at Yang Ji in surprise, his heart filled with turmoil. The first time could be said to be accidental, but the second time could not be said to be as simple as accidental.
When he competes on his own, many people gather under the ring every time, wanting to see what he is capable of. Many of them say that his moves are extremely hard and fierce, open and closed wide, and lack flexibility and flexibility.
However, every time Wang Xian heard it at the "Dilong Restaurant", it was not worth mentioning. Strength is the foundation. It is simply ridiculous to think that you can beat him with flexible body skills.
"Black Evil Fist" is not without its flaws, Wang Xian knew this very well, but Wang Zhang couldn't believe that Yang Ji could find a way to restrain himself in such a short period of time.
"Come again!"
Wang Xian shouted loudly, and for the first time a solemn look appeared in his eyes. This was the first time that he regarded Yang Ji as an opponent who could be equal to him and rival each other.
"boom!"
The ring suddenly sank as if it was being stepped on by a giant beast. Wang Xian took the lead in launching the second round of attacks. His speed was extremely fast. The combination of extremely fierce punches and extremely fast speed made Wang Xian
It almost turned into a humanoid killing machine.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji lowered his body to the ground and made a fierce leap. He used his "flying on grass" technique to the limit, pulling out a white afterimage in the void and leaping out faster than Wang Xian.
Boom boom boom!
The black and red evil energy and the red blood energy intertwined, and the figures of Yang Ji and Wang Xian were completely submerged, leaving only the roaring sound of impact and two blurry figures.
"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.
