1021: C1021 The true essence of martial dao was also divided into high and low levels …

C1021 The true essence of martial dao was also divided into high and low levels …

Under the gaze of the crowd, Fang Zhi suddenly gave up resisting and just stood there without moving. It was unknown what he was thinking.

"Brother, what's wrong? This is a battle!"

Fang Yuying's pupils constricted in anxiety.

When he was facing Qian Yan, Fang Zhi gave up on resisting and stopped himself instead. This made everyone shocked.

The other scholars of Beitang also extended their hands to wipe the sweat on their foreheads.

Just what was going on? Why did Fang Zhi give up fighting?

Only Feng Yanzhe's expression was calm.

When he confirmed Fang Zhi's next decision, he let out an indiscernible sigh of relief.

Listening to his teacher, there was no mistake.

Whoosh.

Seeing Fang Zhi suddenly stop, the entire audience went into an uproar.

The previous battle had been both exciting and intense. It had made people nervous, and they also couldn't wait to know the result.

No one had expected that the sudden rise of Prince Eighteen, Fang Zhi, would be on par with Qian Yan.

The two fought back and forth, unspeakably exciting.

As for the two of them, which one would be stronger, the scholars were all looking forward to the final result.

But who would have thought that Fang Zhi would directly withdraw his hand. Was he admitting defeat and surrendering?

He felt that he was no match for Qian Yan, so he wanted to lose in dignity?

What a joke! It has already reached this stage, what does it have to do with my body being disgraceful?

If they were to lose, it would mean that the Ancient Martial Hall would have the absolute advantage.

They had clearly entered the finals, so if they worked hard enough, they would be able to create a miracle. However, Fang Zhi actually surrendered.

To Beitang, who had been launching a counterattack, this was truly a bit unfair.

"Your Highness, have you finally realized the difference between us?"

Seeing Fang Zhi acting this way, Qian Yan's eyes suddenly flashed with a brilliant light. He could not help but let out a wild laugh and grabbed at him with both hands.

"Teacher, what did you teach me?"

Fang Zhi muttered to himself as a light suddenly flashed through his dull eyes. It was as if he had suddenly thought of something.

Immediately after, he moved according to what Chu Yun had taught him, and fiercely swung out his hands.

Capture.

Fighting.

Taiji.

All sorts of techniques flashed through his mind as if they were natural and natural, and he executed them one by one in an orderly fashion.

"If you admit defeat of your own volition, I can still give you some face."

Qian Yan sneered and purposely lowered his voice so that Fang Zhi could hear.

Fang Zhi snorted disdainfully and didn't pay any attention to it.

"You refused a toast and refused a forfeit!"

Qian Yan's expression suddenly turned cold. In his opinion, Fang Zhi was just being stubborn.

He was clearly on the verge of losing, yet he still had to put on such a posture. Wasn't this simply courting death?

The most important thing was that he couldn't really kill him, much less humiliate him in public.

At most, he would only be injured.

This caused Qian Yan to feel extremely aggrieved, and he immediately used his strongest technique to attack Fang Zhi.

"Prince Eighteen is about to lose."

"Sigh, what a pity."

"You fought well, why did you suddenly stop?"

"I don't understand."

The many scholars of Grand College all shook their heads and sighed.

From their point of view, it was clear that Fang Zhi had taken the initiative to retreat, forcing himself into this situation.

In reality, Fang Zhi was already at the end of his rope, so he could only listen to Chu Yun's words and give it a shot!

"Bang!"

Fang Zhi used all sorts of techniques, causing the air to distort and heavily colliding with Qian Yan's claws.

"Crackle!"

Qian Yan's claws contained dozens of changes as he tried to break Fang Zhi's attacks.

As long as Fang Zhi's attack was broken, what awaited him next would be an extremely fierce attack!

A bright smile hung on Qian Yan's lips, as if he had already won.

Feng Yanzhe's strength was around the same as Fang Zhi's. Since he was able to beat Fang Zhi with the "Falcon's Wing", he was naturally able to beat Feng Yanzhe as well.

After the two of them lost, the other stinky fish and rotten shrimp wouldn't be able to stop themselves from winning ten times in a row.

The ancient martial arts hall would eventually be recorded in the annals of history.

"Huh?"

The smile on Qian Yan's face suddenly froze. He discovered that he could not break Fang Zhi's technique even though he had many different methods.

How was this possible?

It was simply unimaginable.

Previously, he had clearly pushed Fang Zhi into a corner. No matter how hard he tried, he could only be defeated step by step. But now, how could he resist?

Fang Zhi's hands were like maggots wrapped around Qian Yan's wrists. He quickly counted and broke the Qi around Qian Yan's wrist, then grabbed and twisted it, suppressing his entire arm.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the bones in Qian Yan's right wrist were broken by Fang Zhi.

"Hiss."

Qian Yan took a deep breath, his hair standing on end, his eyes full of vigilance.

Could it be that he still had strength left in him?

Thinking of this, Qian Yan angrily roared. The reason Fang Zhi said he would give up just now was because he was trying to trick.

Was he supposed to let his guard down early?

"Watch me defeat you!"

Qian Yan was so angry that he threw a punch.

The straight punch seemed simple, but in reality, there were more than twenty changes mixed within, causing the air to vibrate non-stop.

This punch could be said to be extremely powerful and heavy.

Fang Zhi's eyes remained closed the entire time. He was only displaying what Chu Yun had taught him according to his instincts.

He took a step back, arched his legs, and swung his palms out in a four or four thousand jin posture.

The palm technique that did not have the slightest bit of strength, against Qian Yan's aggressive punch, had actually cleverly dispelled the force behind it, and pulled him somewhere else.

Qian Yan was so shocked that he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"…"

All the scholars present were shocked speechless.

Their eyes widened as they felt it difficult to breathe.

Prince Eighteen's ingenious fighting techniques actually showed signs of turning a defeat into a victory?

"You're looking for …"

Qian Yan turned around, his expression fierce. Before he could even say the word "die", Fang Zhi had already closed in.

With his shoulder as the point of exertion, Fang Zhi turned and fiercely crashed into Qian Yan's chest.

"Bam!"

With a dull thud, the attack caused the blood in Qian Yan's body to boil, and he was forced to retreat a few steps.

The blood in his body stopped circulating as if it had frozen.

Qian Yan was in so much pain that he opened his eyes wide and gasped for cold air crazily.

This move was …

Baji Fist, close to the mountain!

"Alright!"

Feng Yanzhe found it hard to suppress the emotions in his heart, and he could not help but roar out.

These were the fundamentals that their teacher had taught them. They had to train here every single night.

He hadn't thought that he would be able to unleash such a terrifying power in such a desperate situation!

"You!"

Qian Yan held onto his chest, his mouth twitched frantically.

His hair was in disarray, his pupils were a little dilapidated, and his teeth were grinding noisily.

Fang Zhi still had his eyes closed, like an unperturbed statue. He didn't have any expression on his face.

However, his movements never stopped.

Inch Fist, Elephant Fist, Plum Flower Fist, Dragon Tiger Fist

All sorts of martial arts essence were unleashed by him, forming into a set of vivid killing moves.

All of the scholars present were dazzled by the sight, their mouths twitching.

This was especially true for the scholars who had previously said that Fang Zhi was going to lose. They felt a burning pain on their faces and wished they could find a hole to hide in.

The four Great Sacrifices s were all silent as they stared at this scene.

Especially Xiu Mujijiu, he had never seen Beitang's scholars use this technique during training, he did not think that it was anything special at that time, but to be able to unleash such terrifying strength during battle, was truly unbelievable.

"Is this what Chu Yun taught them?"

The other wine giver's voice was a bit hoarse. He had seen him rub his eyes a few times, and it was obvious that he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, yes!"

When Xiu Mujijiu spoke, he was a little unconfident.

He had seen this entire series of killing moves quite often, but had never felt anything special about them.

Who would have thought that it would contain such an exaggerated value?

What Chu Yun showed Feng Chen was this complete set of killing moves.

However, Feng Chen's horizons were naturally not something Xiu Mujijiu could compare to.

With a single glance, he could tell that this killing move was extraordinary, which was why he was so excited. Regardless of the price, he had to take this killing move down.

In the end, Chu Yun did not want to give it to Feng Chen for nothing.

As for Feng Chen, he personally mentioned that he owed Chu Yun a favor.

"Bang!"

"Boom —"

"Crunch."

All sorts of muffled sounds could be heard as Fang Zhi displayed all sorts of strange and odd moves, making Qian Yan unable to retaliate at all.

There were several times when Qian Yan wanted to counterattack, but with Fang Zhi's Seven Stars Steps, Qian Yan was not even able to touch the corner of his clothes.

It was only now that the high officials and big shots saw that Fang Zhi's level was much higher than Qian Yan's!2

In three months time, he would be able to progress to such an extent.

Just how terrifying was Chu Yun?

"Wow!"

Qian Yan spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked to be in a sorry state, his entire body riddled with wounds.

He could not muster up any strength from his entire body. He was practically forced to lean on the ground that was lifted up as he panted heavily.

Fang Zhi opened his eyes and said indifferently: "You've lost."

"I …"

Qian Yan clenched his teeth. He really wanted to say that he couldn't accept it, but in front of the truth, everything seemed pale and powerless.

All the scholars of the Ancient Martial Hall closed their eyes as the corners of their mouths twitched.

In their hearts, they seemed to have accepted defeat.

After winning nine times consecutively, he originally wanted to win ten consecutive times, but Qian Yan even went to request for Great Sacrifices Sun Wei to modify the competition.

But in the end, he was still defeated.

"With the style that you're proficient in, if you're just diligently training, you'll be able to defeat the vast majority of the cultivators. However, this profound and profound technique is all dependent on talent."

"With your shallow understanding of martial arts, how could you be worthy to compete with your teacher?"

"The true essence of martial dao is also divided into two ranks."

Fang Zhi spoke word by word with great authority.

A single sentence from the victor, even if there was no mockery in them, was an unacceptable blow to the loser.

"Pfft!"

Qian Yan spat out a mouthful of blood at the sky, and fainted with unwillingness.

Fang Zhi wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. He turned around naturally and walked down the stage.

In the bottom of his heart, he was full of respect and admiration for Chu Yun.

It was Chu Yun who allowed many scholars of the Beitang to be reborn within three months.

It was Chu Yun who had allowed him to defeat Qian Yan in the Martial Arts Competition.

It was Chu Yun, allowing him to try out his martial confidence.

Yes, Chu Yun!

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