Wang Chen retreated quickly, Tang Mang chased him faster, and his punch failed. He was not sad or happy, and stepped on the wind step, and his whole body rushed out like a strong wind.
In the blink of an eye, Tang Mang caught up with Wang Chen and fired out with lightning. This was the method of the word "Cang" in basic swordsmanship.
Now, Tang Mang's basic swordsmanship has been greatly improved, and the power of the Bengzi Art has increased by several times. Moreover, his physical strength is extremely powerful, and the basic swordsmanship has incorporated the power of shock. The power of the Bengzi Art has increased in a geometric multiple.
With a palm, the power gathered but did not disperse. When the palm power was released, there was no sound of breaking the wind, as if the space had been penetrated.
Seeing that Tang Mang's palm was powerful, Wang Chen's face changed drastically. While he pulled away, he used all his strength to greet him.
"Fierce Wind Palm!"
Unlike Tang Mang's method of "Beng" in the character "Beng", Wang Chen slapped it with a huge momentum. Wherever the palm passes, the air around him is like boiling boiling water, roaring, and a violent fluctuation and rolling continuously.
Bang!
In the flash, the two palms collided together. The bluestone ground on the ring centered on the two could not bear it first, and suddenly cracked, and then it cracked countless gaps. A stream of violent force stirred up like a hurricane in a spiral shape. Countless gravels were shattered and crushed as soon as they flew up, as if they were cut into pieces by thousands of knives.
Almost the moment when his palms collided, Wang Chen felt like he was struck by lightning, his face turned pale, and he staggered back. Facing the oncoming terrifying force, he even used his palms to resist.
Crackling!
The continuous force was blocked and made a dense burst sound, which shocked Wang Chen to retreat again and again. His face turned pale and white, and a little blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. The inner palace was also injured.
Compared with Wang Chen, Tang Mang was much more relaxed. His body stood straight and he did not dodge. He fists came out continuously, blocking countless strength in an understatement.
Under the arena, countless people were all stunned. No one expected that Tang Mang was so powerful that a pair of flesh and blood fists could resist the force without any injury.
Even, facing the rushing force, Tang Mang's body did not move at all. He was like a rock in a storm, and he remained unmoved even if the wind and rain hit him.
Leng Yuer was shocked: "What a powerful body. Has he ever eaten the marrow washing pill or some spiritual fruit that tempers the body!"
When Tang Wanqing heard Leng Yu'er's words, she nodded and said, "He did eat some kind of spiritual fruit in his early years."
Leng Yu'er suddenly said, "So that's it, but what kind of spiritual fruit he had eaten? His body could catch up with the monster."
While Tang Wanqing and Leng Yuer were talking, many young talents present were silent at first, and then they reacted and suddenly burst into trouble and were talking a lot.
"Is he really a human? It's not the legendary transformation of the demon, right?"
"Sky Demon? What is the Sky Demon?"
"Uh, you haven't even heard of the Heavenly Demon?"
"Tell me quickly, don't keep it aside."
"The Heavenly Demon is also a monster, but it is very rare. Legend has it that the Heavenly Demon has a little bloodline of ancient monsters in his body. His strength is very strong as soon as he was born, and he can turn into a human form. Ordinary warriors cannot tell whether the other party is a human or a monster."
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Dingdengdeng...
On the ring, Wang Chen was shocked to the extreme when he saw Tang Mang easily resisting the impact of force. He retreated for more than ten steps in a row when he was hit by force.
Each step left a footprint several inches deep on the bluestone ground.
Tang Mang didn't pursue him, and waited for Wang Chen to stand firm and asked, "Do you still have to continue fighting?"
Wang Chen looked at Tang Mang deeply, shook his head repeatedly and said, "I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore. If I continue fighting, I'm afraid I have to lie down."
After saying that, he felt a little itchy on his face. He reached out and touched it. His hands were covered in blood. He couldn't help but scream: "Ah, my face, my face is injured."
"Well……"
Everyone present was stunned.
Tang Mang was even more amused and crying: "Isn't it just a few holes? Apply some plaster and you will be cured in a few days of cultivation."
"Then I will not be able to see people in the past few days?" Wang Chen said with a bitter face.
Tang Mang was speechless and asked back: "According to what you said, can't all the ugly people in the world show their faces?"
"Of course I don't mean that. Oh, it's better not to say it. At worst, I'll bring my hat with me these days."
Wang Chen shrugged his face and said, thinking that Wang Chen is also a beautiful young man in Tianyang Country. Unexpectedly, he was defeated after his first experience when he went out, which made him feel a little crying.
Under the ring, Leng Wuqing saw that he could not fight and shouted: "Young Master Yang is indeed amazing. This time he will definitely shine in the martial arts meeting!"
After saying that, he looked at Wang Chen and asked, "I wonder if Mr. Wang is from the royal family of Tianyang Kingdom?"
"Yes, my father is Prince Rui."
Wang Chen nodded slightly, but did not hide his identity.
"It turns out to be the little prince of Prince Rui's mansion."
Leng Wuqing sighed: "I remember when the battle of the Frost and Snow Field, Prince Rui put on armor and rushed into the battle, one man and one horse rushed into tens of thousands of enemy troops, and took the heads of the enemy's chief general to the head. How powerful was that! And the little prince is worthy of being the son of Prince Rui. When I see him today, he is indeed a heroic young man!"
"The head of the Leng family has been polite."
Wang Chen bowed and said, "I often hear my father mention the Leng family head in the palace. This time I went out to practice, my father also gave me time to visit the Leng family head in the city of chaos."
"Ha ha."
Leng Wuqing laughed happily and said to Leng Yu'er beside him: "Go, send ice-skin nephrite cream to the little prince."
As he said that, he flipped his palm and threw it to Leng Yu'er a jade box.
"Why do you want me to go?" Leng Yuer frowned.
"If you want to go, go."
"Hmph, just go, what's the most evil?"
Leng Yuer held the jade box angrily, walked up to the ring quickly, and threw the jade box to Wang Chen.
Wang Chen took the jade box and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you Miss Yu'er."
"Don't thank me, this is what my father asked me to give you. If you want to thank him, please thank him. Also, don't call me a girl, I'm several years older than you."
Leng Yu'er said, leaving Wang Chen with the back of his head, and came all the way to Tang Mang, reached out to pinch his arm, and muttered, "It's the same for ordinary people, I thought your body was iron-clad."
Tang Mang smiled bitterly, turned around and jumped off the ring.
Leng Wuqing saw it in his eyes, and said without saying nonsense, "Everyone, Mr. Yang is powerful and has obtained a martial arts meeting place at the physical level. Do you have no objection?"
Who can have an opinion?
Many young talents present, especially those in physical realm, witnessed Tang Mang's powerful strength with their own eyes. Even if they had any opinions, they would not dare to say it in person.
Seeing that no one spoke, Leng Wuqing continued: "The battle continues. If you have confidence in your strength, you can just go on stage."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone stepped onto the ring...
The three arenas continued until the sunset sets next to the night. Finally, there were five people in the physical realm, Kaiyuan realm, and Zhengang realm, and three levels, with a total of fifteen people receiving places in the martial arts meeting.