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"Bang."
"What?"
"Impossible?"
Wang Zhou looked at Wang Yi in disbelief, his right fist blocked by a palm placed between them, unable to advance even an inch. That palm was like a rock, unmoving.
Wang Yi had sweat streaming down his forehead, dripping into his eyes, the stinging pain spreading throughout his body, yet he felt nothing. He stared at Wang Zhou and said softly, "I'm not done yet."
"Wow, Wang Yi, good job, hang in there."
"Yes, we support you."
The disciples who had lost faith in Wang Yi saw him effortlessly block Wang Zhou's punch and began to cheer him on.
"How is this possible?" Zhao Shanyu looked at Wang Yi in disbelief and suddenly shouted at Wang Zhou, "You bastard, are you hitting a woman? Give him a good beating, knock him down!"
"Hah!"
Wang Zhou roared, twisting his foot and leaning his body as his left hand coiled toward Wang Yi's arm like a dragon.
"Winding Hand."
"Let go of me."
Wang Yi's palm technique was light and agile, shifting left and right, elusive like clouds, making it difficult for Wang Zhou to grasp.
Seeing that Wang Yi had used Pushing Cloud Palm to escape Winding Hand, Wang Zhou suddenly sneered and said, "Using Pushing Cloud Palm in front of me? You're simply overestimating yourself."
Wang Yi had broken through two moves in succession, but in his eyes, it was merely a futile struggle; moreover, the Pushing Cloud Palm he possessed was renowned in the Outer Sect, and it would not be an exaggeration to call it his signature skill.
Wang Zhou transformed his fists into palms, his two plump white hands floated lightly like banana leaves, swirling with clouds and fragments of energy.
“Pushing Cloud Palm!”
“Clap, clap, clap…”
The palm techniques clashed, resonating with a deep hum. The two exchanged blows, their figures intertwining, steps agile and swift, with turbulent air currents rolling and the sound of wind breaking rising and falling like hidden waves.
“What kind of palm technique is this?”
“Isn’t this Pushing Cloud Palm?”
“No way, it looks like they are just playing around!”
On the sidelines, the Outer Sect Disciples watched this scene in confusion. If it were indeed Pushing Cloud Palm, its power shouldn’t be this weak! However, Li Gang, Zhao Shanyu, and Chu Yixuan all frowned slightly, their expressions showing some surprise.
“Transforming Cloud Palm,” Li Gang murmured, his eyes filled with astonishment.
Chu Yixuan, observing the intense battle on stage where the two were fiercely exchanging palm techniques with sharp gusts of wind, softly said, “This is yours, right?”
“Indeed. I just didn’t expect Wang Zhou to have broken through to Sixfold. Sigh.” Lin Chao sighed deeply after speaking.
Chu Yixuan remarked, “Transforming Cloud Palm.”
Wang Zhou positioned his palms one in front and one behind, striking with varying speeds; sometimes fiercely and sometimes gently; launching powerful strikes that alternated between fierce gusts and gentle breezes.
Wang Yi's dual palms were the same, with fists slicing through the air, creating a gust that fluttered his clothes. The sound of their palms clashing echoed continuously.
"This is bad, he's stalling for time," Chu Yixuan said, his expression darkening as he looked at the calm and composed Wang Zhou.
Suddenly, Lin Chao shouted, "Not good..."
Wang Zhou glanced at the flushed Wang Yi and sneered, "Thank you, I've practiced enough."
"Transforming Cloud Palm."
With a loud shout, a powerful wave of Vital Energy surged from Wang Zhou, tearing through the air. Endless ripples of Vital Energy spread across the Dueling Platform, creating a thunderous roar.
Before Wang Yi could react, he felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his abdomen. He tasted blood in his mouth as he was sent flying six meters away.
"Big Brother?" Niu Meng was frantic, wishing he could leap onto the stage and beat up Wang Zhou, but he knew that doing so would break the rules. He glared fiercely at Wang Zhou, saying, "Bastard, stop right now."
Zhao Shanyu was overjoyed and immediately shouted, "Niu Meng, stop right there! Wang Yi hasn't conceded yet." He burst into laughter; indeed, at this moment, Zhao Shanyu's mood couldn't be described as merely happy. The outcome of this match was no longer in doubt—he had won. He had defeated Li Gang, defeated Chu Yixuan, and now Zhao Shanyu was the true victor.
"Niu Meng, don't do anything reckless," Lin Chao warned urgently as he saw Wang Yi's face filled with rage, his hands clenched so tightly that blood began to seep out.
"Bastard, Wang Zhou, you better stop! I want to duel you," Niu Meng shouted at Wang Zhou, his face twisted with fury and his eyes bloodshot like a mad bull that had broken free from its restraints.
"Sure. I've never liked you anyway, Niu Meng," Wang Zhou unexpectedly stopped in his tracks. Looking at the frenzied Niu Meng, he waved his hand smugly and said, "But not now; the match isn't over yet. As long as Wang Yi concedes, I'll stop immediately."
"Good, that's good," Zhao Shanyu exclaimed excitedly as if he had been injected with adrenaline. "Don't waste time, Wang Zhou. Make him concede right away. If he refuses, just throw him off the stage." He then cast a menacing look at Li Gang and Chu Yixuan, secretly laughing to himself: "You all bet on Wang Yi to win. Now that he's lost, I'm the biggest winner. Hahaha..."
"Brother Zhao is right, Wang Yi, you might as well admit defeat, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless," Wang Zhou said, staring at Wang Yi with an air of superiority, while secretly hoping that Wang Yi would stubbornly refuse to give in. This way, he could take the opportunity to humiliate Wang Yi and reclaim all the grievances he had suffered in the past.
Wang Yi struggled to open his heavy eyelids, his limbs felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move. He opened his mouth and managed to spit out a few words, "In your dreams!"
"Niu Meng, did you hear that? It's not that I don't want to back down, but Wang Shidi refuses to admit defeat no matter what," Wang Zhou said, a glimmer of delight flashing in his eyes as he feigned sympathy. "Then I can only follow the rules of the competition and throw Wang Shidi down."
"Bastard! Do you dare?" Niu Meng shouted furiously, his face turning pale as he trembled with rage.
"Sigh, Wang Zhou is clearly looking for a chance to take revenge."
"Isn't that right? With his methods, if he throws Wang Yi down, I doubt he will come out unscathed."
"Damn it, this guy is too much of a jerk."
Wang Zhou looked coldly at Wang Yi beneath him, a smirk curling at the corners of his mouth as he said, "Wang Shidi, don't worry, I'll go easy on you."
"Hey, what's he doing?"
"Hmph, I see he's just struggling in vain."
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