Lao Mo had been waiting on stage for a long time.
Now that he had ascended the arena, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Facing Wang Qi, who had previously caused trouble for us, there was no friendly attitude.
At the same time, the spectators below the arena noticed Lao Mo.
Except for a very small number of people who knew Lao Mo was very strong.
The vast majority did not recognize him, or had never even seen him.
"Who is this kid? Wan Shou Tang, never heard of it!"
"Who knows, he dares to challenge Wang Qi. He's either going to give up or he's got some skill."
"Doesn't look good, Wang Qi is too strong."
"Yeah, at most twenty rounds, and this Mo guy will lose!"
"..."
Below the arena, many people did not think highly of Lao Mo, believing he was no match for Wang Qi.
Wang Qi on the stage also spoke with disdain:
"Kid, you think you're tough? Coming up empty-handed."
"To beat you, I don't even need a weapon!"
Lao Mo still looked dismissive.
"Arrogant.
I won't take advantage of you, lest I tarnish my reputation."
After speaking, Wang Qi also discarded the peach wood sword in his hand.
The next second, Wang Qi let out a cold snort, and his entire body surged with Dao energy.
Instantly, waves of ripples spread out.
Early stage Xuan Dan cultivation.
A strong sense of oppression continuously attacked Mo Ting.
He charged directly at Lao Mo.
His speed was incredibly fast.
Seeing the opponent charge, Lao Mo also met him head-on.
At the same time, Wang Qi formed a hand seal with his left hand.
He even let out a low roar:
"Dragon Tiger Fist! Chi!"
Wang Qi roared and punched out.
Instantly, Wang Qi's right fist was blasted out.
The entire fist was covered in a radiant glow of incantations.
Gang Qi condensed on his fist, making it appear extremely powerful.
Behind Wang Qi, golden phantom images of dragon and tiger patterns appeared.
This was a secret technique from Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Dragon Tiger Fist.
The surrounding people watched in astonishment.
"My god! It's the secret Dragon Tiger Fist from Dragon Tiger Mountain!"
"With incantations attached, this punch can easily shatter a stone mill."
"Wang Qi is using such a secret technique right from the start, that kid named Mo is definitely finished."
"..."
Many people around were surprised, their eyes wide open.
The senior experts on the VIP platform also nodded slightly.
Wang Qi's mastery of the Dragon Tiger Fist at his age was remarkable.
It was no wonder he was previously hailed as the number one among the younger generation of Daoists.
However, Mo Ting, his opponent, didn't pay him any mind.
A cold sneer even appeared on his lips.
Lao Mo didn't retreat but advanced, taking a step forward and bending his waist into a posture to meet the punch.
"Damn, that kid is crazy. He wants to trade punches with Wang Qi!"
"The Dragon Tiger Fist is a secret technique, not an ordinary punch.
Within the same cultivation level, there are basically no secret techniques that can directly contend with the Dragon Tiger Fist."
"Alas! A rogue cultivator is just a rogue cultivator. Perhaps he hasn't even heard of the Dragon Tiger Fist!
This move will likely take him down."
"..."
Many people shook their heads. Even those who had predicted Lao Mo could last twenty rounds were now shaking their heads.
Even some of the older generation no longer favored Lao Mo.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Qi unleashed his punch.
It carried a whistling gang wind, the roar of dragons and tigers, and immense power.
And Lao Mo shot out a palm.
He followed up with a low growl:
"Five Lightning Palm!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Mo's right palm suddenly emitted white light.
"Crackling" electrical currents appeared all over his palm and even his arm.
Even Wang Qi couldn't help but show surprise.
It was a lightning technique.
Lightning techniques were not only high-level Daoist arts but also extremely demanding to cultivate.
Among a thousand people, perhaps not one could cultivate lightning techniques.
"Lightning technique, it's actually a lightning technique!"
"Heavens! This kid knows lightning techniques!"
"..."
Another wave of exclamations erupted from below.
Even Wang Qi now showed a hint of fear and was very wary.
But the arrow was already on the string, and there was no turning back.
Wang Qi increased his strength and had already swung his fist.
Both of them roared simultaneously:
"Break!"
Instantly, their fist and palm met.
With a "bang" explosion, golden light vibrated, and arcs of electricity jumped.
A surge of gang qi violently radiated outwards.
The dust on the arena was instantly churned up.
The dragon and tiger patterns on Wang Qi's fist instantly shattered, and the current flowed from his fist, spreading to his entire arm.
"Ah!"
A scream rang out, and Wang Qi was sent flying backward.
Many people stared with wide eyes, unconsciously standing up.
It was Wang Qi, the chief disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Wang Qi, who had been knocked down by a single punch...
Upon closer inspection, Wang Qi's face was scorched black.
The blue robe on his right arm was tattered, as if it had been burned by fire.
Wang Qi tried to get up, but as soon as he raised his head,
A mouthful of blood spurted out with a "噗呲" sound.
Then his eyes rolled back, and with a "clang," he fell to the ground, knocked unconscious.
For a moment, the entire arena was in an uproar.
The spectators looked at the arena in disbelief.
"Wang, Wang Qi was blown away?"
"Heavens! Wang Qi lost the punch-on-punch exchange!"
"Unbelievable, he's actually a lightning technique cultivator."
"..."
Many of the older generation gasped in shock.
What they saw was not just Wang Qi losing.
But the lightning technique that Lao Mo had just displayed.
The Five Lightning Palm.
At his age, to be able to wield lightning techniques.
Such talent and ability made people jealous and envious.
The referee and medical staff quickly rushed onto the stage.
Qingshan Daochang, the sect leader of Dragon Tiger Mountain, leaped up and held Wang Qi, anxiously saying:
"Qi'er, Qi'er!"