Shen Lan Ni remained indifferently leaning against her seat, enjoying the morning breeze, seemingly unconcerned. Yang Ling Xue, however, couldn't sit still, "It's over, it's over, how did that kid suddenly lose his ability to fight back?"
"What's the panic? Just keep your eyes open and watch," Shen Lan Ni said, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Ren Yuan Hao was indeed retreating consecutively, his hands seemingly only able to parry Jiang Cheng's furious, wave-like punches. His figure rapidly retreated to the edge of the ring.
The tournament stipulated three ways to win: first, knock out the opponent; second, push the opponent out of the ring; and third, the opponent voluntarily surrenders.
But Jiang Cheng didn't want to simply force him out of the ring. He wanted Ren Yuan Hao to make a complete fool of himself, to lose all face before he was satisfied!
Take this moment, for instance!
"Trash, weren't you quite something! Fight back!"
Jiang Cheng had cornered him, leaving him no room to retreat. Wind surged up behind Ren Yuan Hao. He stamped his feet, anchoring himself with all the strength in his legs. His hands moved as fast as lightning, fists and palms striking like roaring thunder!
"Young Master Jiang, did you ever consider that I deliberately retreated to the edge of the ring?"
"Trash only talks big, asking for a beating!"
Jiang Cheng paid no heed to Ren Yuan Hao's words. The "Raging Tide" technique, accumulated to six or seven layers, erupted with astonishing power under his control. It was like a wall of force or the center of a storm, smashing down towards Ren Yuan Hao's head!
"Here it comes, the Raging Tide Finale!"
"Such a strong aura!"
Some spectators shouted in discussion, while others sat in silent awe. The host, holding his sweat-dampened microphone, had the word 'victory' on the tip of his tongue, just waiting for Ren Yuan Hao to be blasted out of the arena by the immense force!
The edge of the ring began to emit a heart-pounding creak. At the critical moment, Ren Yuan Hao abandoned his defense. Instead, he transformed his fists into palms. His feet, which had been gathering strength for a long time, suddenly pushed upwards. His palms, rather than retreating, surged forward, pushing directly upwards, as fast as lightning!
Jiang Cheng's fists were like Mount Tai. This technique, layered and immensely powerful, made Jiang Cheng laugh uncontrollably when he saw his opponent attempt to meet his blows with open palms. However, before his laughter could escape his throat, he was enveloped by a peculiar force. At first glance, his fists were firmly grasped by Ren Yuan Hao's pushing palms, and at the same time, his body began to spin clockwise involuntarily with the movement of his opponent's palms!
Leveraging force with force, smooth and masterful!
"Not good!"
Jiang Cheng felt himself being pushed towards the edge of the ring by a soft yet persistent force, and his fists were held tightly by his opponent. He was greatly alarmed!
"The situation in the arena can truly be described as changing in an instant. What will be the outcome, please stay tuned!"
The host gripped his microphone tightly. Jiang Zi Heng stood up from the referee's table. Yang Ling Xue bit her lip. The audience fell silent!
"I can't lose!"
Jiang Cheng was suspended in mid-air by the strange force of the palms, his body completely off the ground except for his hands. The best way to find leverage was to use Ren Yuan Hao.
With this thought, he gathered all his strength in his abdomen and performed an extremely difficult folding maneuver in the air. His legs, as heavy as a thousand pounds, kicked towards Ren Yuan Hao's chest!
Blocked by Jiang Cheng's peculiar leg technique, Ren Yuan Hao knew this move was no longer enough to win. He simply retracted his attack and retreated, narrowly avoiding the strike.
Both had used extraordinary moves to evade each other's killing blows. A roar of cheers erupted from below the stage, with many praising the unknown Ren Yuan Hao.
After stabilizing himself, Jiang Cheng's anger intensified. He had trained with Yun Qing He during this period, believing his martial arts had greatly improved. He had originally intended to defeat Ren Yuan Hao with his own strength, but unexpectedly, Ren Yuan Hao was as tenacious as a cockroach, and his martial arts were quite peculiar. To win, perhaps only gene-enhancing drugs could guarantee success!
At this moment, Lin Yue, watching from below the stage, felt a surge of immense fear. She knew exactly what this fear was!
"Not good, could it be that the person Jiang Cheng desperately wants to defeat is Yuan Hao? What have I done, what foolish thing have I done!"
She clasped her hands together, tears welling up in her eyes. This research plan absolutely could not be revealed to the outside world, otherwise, the entire research institute would be implicated!
She hesitated, while also holding onto a sliver of hope that her guess was wrong.
On the stage, the two fell into a brief period of probing, their fists and feet exchanging blows. For a time, it was difficult to determine the victor.
"It seems Young Master Jiang has met his match. How about letting my Zhang Liang deal with that kid? Old fellow, what do you say?" The speaker was Zhang Shun, seated at the referee's table.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zi Heng was naturally displeased. However, he knew his son could not be defeated so easily, so he calmed himself and ignored Zhang Shun.
The two fought more fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged hundreds of blows. Yet, their physical condition seemed evenly matched. After fighting for so long, neither was out of breath or flushed. If this continued, it would turn into a close-quarters combat.
And the one who would ultimately stand on the stage was undoubtedly the one with better stamina.
"Young Master Jiang, I think we should stop fighting. If we continue to wear each other down like this, you won't achieve any great results in this Martial Arts Association大会."
"I never intended to achieve any great results. From beginning to end, I just wanted to crush you!"
Jiang Cheng roared, his sweeping leg combining with the Chasing Wind Fist to fiercely attack Ren Yuan Hao. However, Ren Yuan Hao had by now gradually deciphered his attack patterns. It was nothing more than a series of attacks and feints to the lower and middle sections, followed inevitably by punches after the leg techniques.
While blocking, he occasionally threw a punch to disrupt Jiang Cheng's attack pattern, and said in a deep voice, "A martial artist's primary goal is to strengthen their body. Young Master Jiang, your body is filled with malevolence. No wonder your martial arts find it difficult to progress further."
"What did you say?"
Jiang Cheng was incredibly arrogant. Being humiliated by this kid at the wedding that day, and losing face in front of Shen Lan Ni, had filled him with resentment. Now, making a fool of himself again at the Martial Arts Association大会 was utterly intolerable!
He gritted his teeth, glanced at his father sitting at the head of the referee's table, made up his mind, and immediately retracted his attack.
"What, are you preparing to shake hands and make peace? I don't mind, as I have no intention of participating in this fight anyway." Ren Yuan Hao also retracted his moves and stood firm.
"Shake hands and make peace? Only if I die!"
Jiang Cheng shifted his right foot half a step forward, his toes moving horizontally outward. His other foot stamped down heavily, and his entire body suddenly surged forward like lightning, arriving in front of Ren Yuan Hao. Strangely, his hands were clasped behind his back, indicating a move intended for leg attacks.
Even stranger, Ren Yuan Hao slowly and calmly made the same movement!