1020: C1020 I believe in teacher

C1020 I believe in teacher

The pinnacle of battles that was the focus of everyone's attention finally began.

On one side was Qian Yan, the absolute leader of the Ancient Martial Hall during the Nine Links Period. His battle prowess was ranked first in the entire Grand College.

On the other side was Fang Zhi, the once cynical Eighteenth Prince. He seemed to have regained his initial interest in the Martial Competition, and his battle prowess rose very quickly, to the point that he seemed to be on par with Qian Yan.

It could be said that the Beitang was a dark horse that came out of nowhere this time. Their performance was beyond everyone's expectations.

Unbelievable.

Other than this word, there was nothing else that could be described.

The spirit that Beitang had displayed at this Martial Competition was more like one kind of spirit, a spirit that never gave up, never giving up, even in adversity.

Sure enough, they did it.

He would enter the final round of the Martial Competition with an undefeated record.

These two people could be said to be at the pinnacle of the battle. Regardless of who won or lost, they were both worthy of entering the annals of history.

"Sure enough, you've already reached this realm."

When Fang Zhi saw Qian Yan make his move, his pupils did not change at all.

Before, he often thought about why Qian Yan would always win and never lose.

No matter what kind of opponent it was, Qian Yan seemed to be able to maintain his composure and deal with it calmly.

What was going on?

It wasn't until later when Fang Zhi understood the true meaning of fighting and experienced it for himself that he came to a realization.

After reaching the realm of returning to one's true self, one would almost completely visit another level.

Your vision, your experience, your tricks, your battle prowess, they all far surpassed what they were at that time. Under the situation where you were being crushed in all aspects, how could you possibly lose?

Qian Yan was precisely in this situation.

Since he had already reached another realm, it was easy for him to win against the other teachers.

As the second person in the Grand College, no matter how hard Xu Le fought, as long as he had not reached this realm, it would not be worth mentioning.

The difference of one step was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Only opponents of the same level could sense the threat from each other.

Only by reaching this level could they truly fight on equal footing.

Fang Zhi's gaze was ice-cold. Facing Qian Yan's attack, his state of mind was as calm as a lake's surface.

Since you want to play change, then I'll play with you!

Fang Zhi clenched his five fingers tightly, forcing the air around him to tremble. He then fiercely punched out. A crisp sound came from his joints as he punched in front of him.

The fist was very ordinary, without any tricks, but it contained no less than twenty variations.

The simpler the object, the more complex the structure.

Even though it was small, it had everything. This was a principle.

The fist and palm collided and the surrounding rings abruptly sunk. More than twenty explosions sounded in the air, as though they were firecrackers.

Both of them maintained their original positions without any intention of retreating.

The force of the collision spread out along their bodies. It was like a powerful wave was crashing in all directions, causing cracks to appear on the ground beneath their feet.

"Crack!"

Their feet sank completely into the ground, all the way to their ankles.

It was just one move, but the explosive sound it produced made everyone feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Simply physical attacks were actually able to cause such a commotion.

"Eighteenth Prince, if you stop now, you'll still be defeated in a decent manner."

Qian Yan's expression was very cold as he forced the words into Fang Zhi's ears.

"These words, I will return them to you as they were before."

Fang Zhi still didn't stop. The two gusts of wind crushed each other, and the power he released shattered the sky with a loud rumble.

Large cracks appeared in the surrounding space. Endless cracks spread out in all directions, and terrifying black light shot out from the edges of the cracks.

"Cough, cough."

Fang Zhi violently coughed. He only felt that the person fighting him was a terrifying deity.

The power was so strong that it was like a mountain was pressing down on you.

Of course, Fang Zhi wasn't weak either.

To be able to persevere under this power meant that he himself was of the same level.

Although it seemed like the two of them were competing using their fists against palms, it was just a simple contest of strength. In reality, every crisp sound of bones, every muscle, every inch of skin …

"Rumble …"

Finally, the ring could no longer withstand the impact of their clash and exploded with a series of explosions.

Shards flew everywhere, and dust flew in the air.

Many of the scholars narrowed their eyes and covered their mouths and noses with one hand.

Tremendous waves were raging in their hearts as they were shocked beyond belief.

If they channeled their energy, released their martial souls, and released their spiritual energy, causing such destruction was a very normal thing.

However, Fang Zhi and Qian Yan relied solely on their techniques to fight after suppressing their strength.

Just his skills alone were enough to cause such devastation. It was truly shocking.

"Wow, it blew up."

"It's too hot."

"This is the real Martial Competition."

"Regardless of whether it is Qian Yan or Fang Zhi, they are both heaven's pride experts. It is truly an honor to be able to witness the battle between them."

The blood of those scholars was boiling. Every time the two of them collided, it was as if a heavy hammer was pounding on a drum, and a loud sound resounded.

Being infected by this aura, they all clenched their fists and wished they could personally go up and fight.

On the arena, the two figures abruptly separated, and in the next moment, the two figures once again battled.

"Bang!"

A series of muffled sounds rang out. In the midst of the dust and ashes, two figures flashed and shifted, attacking each other at a speed that made one's vision blur.

Suddenly, the wind started howling.

All the dust was blown away, revealing the current appearance of the arena.

The original arena was no longer there. There was only a ten meter deep crater that covered more than half of the training field.

The boulders shattered, revealing the ground beneath them.

When the two of them separated once again, each of them was covered in wounds and dripping with blood.

"Interesting."

Qian Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned.

Fang Zhi's fist just happened to hit him on the side of his face, making his vision go dark and he almost fell to the ground.

Fang Zhi was also in great pain. He clutched his stomach, in so much pain that sweat dripped down his forehead.

This exchange of blows had allowed the two of them to know each other's strength.

Not easy to deal with.

Fang Zhi took a deep breath and frowned.

However, there wasn't much pressure in his heart.

Even if he lost, there would still be Feng Yanzhe behind him.

Feng Yanzhe's fighting strength was the same as his, if he was the second to attack, Qian Yan would not be able to take it.

Of course, that would be too risky, so Fang Zhi didn't dare to take the risk.

If he could win the match, that would be for the best.

"Fang Zhi, you're actually on equal footing with boss?"

When Hua Liu saw this, he felt dizzy and almost fainted.

The other scholars all had bitter expressions on their faces. It was as if they had just eaten a yellow lotus.

Just from the looks of it, Fang Zhi's strength was on par with Qian Yan's. If this continued, even if Qian Yan won, he would be in a difficult position to deal with Feng Yanzhe.

It could be said that the future of the ancient martial arts hall was unclear.

Wanting to claim the tenth crown was not that easy.

"Do you still think that if I stop now, I will lose in a more respectable manner?"

Fang Zhi's eyes flashed with a cold light. He suddenly flicked his finger and a hidden force shot out, piercing straight into Qian Yan's forehead.

Qian Yan was shocked. He didn't think that Fang Zhi would have such a method.

He picked up the green onions in the dry land and jumped on the spot. He jumped more than ten meters high and dodged the hidden force.

"Puchi!"

The hidden force penetrated the ground, creating a deep pit.

Qian Yan's long and narrow eyes revealed a cold intent as he shouted word by word, "Eighteenth Prince, excuse me!"

As his voice fell, Qian Yan pounced down like a great roc spreading its wings, his hands grabbing out fiercely.

Compared to the previous method, it was much better.

This was one of Qian Yan's trump cards, a fighting technique he had comprehended himself. It was called the "Falcon's Wing Test".

In that instant, Fang Zhi felt an endless amount of pressure.

For cultivators who had comprehended the true essence of fighting techniques, every move had already returned to its original form. When they were in a battle, they would use calculation methods to guess the changes in the opponent's next move.

The more changes one's moves contained, the harder it was to guess. Thus, one could only instinctively defend against them.

The current Qian Yan was exactly like this.

Fang Zhi looked at the huge amount of information in front of him. His mind was working madly as he continuously speculated and speculated about all sorts of possibilities.

But no matter how he guessed, Qian Yan's techniques seemed to be endless, with a lot of changes, making it impossible for you to calculate.

When Fang Zhi noticed that something was amiss from the bottom of his heart, Qian Yan had already moved forward, her ten fingers moving towards him through the air.

"Chi!"

Fang Zhi's chest had a piece of flesh ripped off, shocking him.

He groaned and took a few steps back. His expression was very gloomy.

A single strike had missed, and he had lost the opportunity to strike first.

"Chi!" "Chi!" "Swish!"

Qian Yan's following attacks were as ferocious as a flood, continuously charging over.

Fang Zhi felt his scalp go numb and his mind was in a mess. He didn't know where to start.

After losing the ability to calculate, he could only rely on his body's instincts to fight.

If Chu Yun fell into this situation, even if he relied on his instincts, he would not be much weaker than when calculating.

But Fang Zhi was only able to cultivate for three months. If he used his instincts to fight, he would be far inferior to Qian Yan.

"Crack!"

Just because he was a step too slow, Fang Zhi's ribs were once again grabbed and crushed. The pain made him gasp.

Qian Yan's eyes released a scarlet light, and he could not help but laugh sinisterly: "The champion of the competition is mine, and it can only be mine! No one can stop the ten championships of the Ancient Martial Hall, no one can! "

Seeing that Fang Zhi was in danger, many of the scholars on the side of the Beitang were anxious.

Feng Yanzhe lowered his voice and said: "Fang Zhi, have you forgotten? Teacher taught us!"

Fang Zhi was startled awake as he recalled Chu Yun's words.0

"When you are suppressed to the extreme and the outcome of your defeat is almost set in stone, use the foundation that I have taught you and go all out to fight."

"Maybe there will be a surprise."

Fang Zhi still vividly remembered Chu Yun's meaningful look when he said those words.

"I believe in teacher."

Fang Zhi endured the pain in his arm and gave up on deduction, instinct, and even resistance.

All sorts of images flashed through his mind, and finally froze on the first day that Chu Yun imparted to him her fighting techniques.

As well as the first sentence that Chu Yun said — —

"Listen with your ears and fight with your heart!"

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