2051: C2051 The shock gradually numbed

C2051 The shock gradually numbed

"You don't have the ability!"

Yang Liefeng activated his spirit energy, the spirit energy around his body surged, holding onto his fist, the spirit energy rushed into his fist, on top of his fist, a strong force of force rippled out, shaking the air!

"You'll know very soon if this young master has the ability!"

Bai Tianqing bellowed, the spirit energy beneath his feet erupted forth, his body flying out, striking towards Yang Liefeng, his fist surging with the power of the Yang Refining Bloodline, wrapped in dense spirit energy, striking Yang Liefeng in the face.

Yang Liefeng instigated far more Chaos Bloodline energy than before, condensing it into a fist wrapped in extremely dense spirit energy and striking out.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The two fists collided, causing a deafening collision of energy. Violent gales gushed out from the ground beneath their feet, whistling through the air like the howls of ghosts.

In the next moment, Bai Tianqing was sent flying and fiercely smashed into the ground. On the other hand, Yang Liefeng had only taken a few steps back.

"This ?"

Initially, they thought that with this clash, Yang Liefeng would definitely lose. However, they never expected that not only did Yang Liefeng not lose, he even had the upper hand.

"How can this be!"

Many of the geniuses in the great arena were especially shocked when they saw this scene.

"What the hell is going on!"

When the white-clothed youth, who was completely confident in her bet with Gong Qianye just now, saw that the Bai Tianqing he had high hopes for, was actually not a match for Yang Liefeng in this clash, she was instantly incomparably shocked. Her expression became extremely ugly, and fine beads of sweat unconsciously appeared on her forehead.

"You seem to have misjudged me." Gong Qianye's eyes showed signs of playfulness, he playfully said as he turned to look at the white clothed youth.

When the white-clothed youth heard this, his brows immediately furrowed and his expression became even uglier. He replied, "Bai Tianqing has not lost, and the outcome is still unknown."

"How could this be? I'm actually no match for that Yang Liefeng?"

Bai Tianqing crawled up from the ground, his face was filled with disbelief, it was extremely hard to accept, and felt extremely puzzled. He himself was of the Yang Refining bloodline, extremely positive, extremely unbridled and powerful, how could he, after the preheating had ended, still not be a match for Yang Liefeng?

"No, that's impossible, I can't possibly not beat this guy, I am not injured, and can still fight. That brat is indeed strange, but if we were to fight like that just now, he definitely won't be able to use more, and if we were to continue fighting, the victor would still be me, Bai Tianqing!"

Bai Tianqing could not understand why he was not a match for Yang Liefeng. However, he did not suffer any injuries, nor did he lose much, so he was confident that the balance of victory would tilt towards.

"Bang!"

Bai Tianqing pressed his palm against the ground and bounced up. Looking at Yang Liefeng, he said: "You brat, you are indeed evil, but like before, you cannot use any more attacks right?"

"Idiot!" Yang Liefeng looked at Bai Tianqing and said indifferently.

"Looking for a beating!" Hearing that, Bai Tianqing bellowed, the Spirit Qi around his body surged, and he rushed towards Yang Liefeng once again.

"Boom boom!"

"Boom boom!"

Yang Liefeng and Bai Tianqing clashed several times, but every time, Bai Tianqing would be forced to retreat. Furthermore, the fist that Bai Tianqing used was already badly mangled.

On the viewing platform, the crowd's gaze gradually went from shock to numbness.

"That's impossible, how could it be like this? I don't believe that I'm not a match for you!"

Bai Tianqing was unable to gain the upper hand no matter what, and had started to get injured. He roared out in unwillingness, and on top of his fist, spirit energy surged, condensing into a ball of bright yellow light, which adhered onto his fist.2

When Bai Tianqing was using his martial skills, Yang Liefeng also used a martial skill. On his fist, a green light fluctuated, forming a green fist imprint that was like a glove. This green fist imprint, looked very thin, and gave off a feeling that it did not have any killing intent.

"If you use martial skills, you will lose!"

Bai Tianqing let out a furious roar, his hair danced wildly, his robes fluttered as he charged towards Yang Liefeng like an angry lion.

Yang Liefeng stood at his original position, unmoving, as straight as a mountain.

"Bang!"

Bai Tianqing arrived in front of Yang Liefeng. With a bright yellow ball of light wrapped around his fist, he punched towards Yang Liefeng.

Yang Liefeng punched out with the green gauntlet.

Looking at the thin cyan fist imprint colliding with the bright yellow ball of light, an explosive sound of energy colliding rang out. In the next moment, amidst everyone's shock, they witnessed the cyan glove exploding against the bright yellow ball of light. Following which, the cyan fist imprint became even thinner, and smashed onto Bai Tianqing's body.

Puff.

It directly broke through the protective spiritual energy on Bai Tianqing's chest and blew Bai Tianqing away. Bai Tianqing was still in mid air, spitting out blood.

After landing on the ground, Bai Tianqing held onto his chest, fresh blood continuously flowing out from the corner of his mouth, and he felt a dull pain in his chest.

"This ?"

"What is happening, why am I confused? After using a martial skill, why is Bai Tianqing injured even more seriously than before?"

"Yeah, it's too strange!"

Amongst the spectators, most of them thought that Yang Liefeng would lose for sure after seeing that he had used martial skills.

"Strange, what the hell, Yang Brother has also used a martial skill, and it's stronger than Bai Tianqing's!" Song Qingya said angrily, all these hateful people talking about him, it was as though they could only see Bai Tianqing using his techniques, but not Yang Liefeng.

"How is this possible? I used a martial skill, yet I am still not this brat's match? How is this possible!"

Bai Tianqing who was crawling on the ground with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth was feeling a little mad. Why did the situation develop in such a way that it was completely different from what he had expected?

"If you have any other skills, use them all!" Yang Liefeng looked at Bai Tianqing and said indifferently.

"Dammit. What should I do to defeat this boy?" Bai Tianqing frowned, thinking in his heart. After thinking for a while, Bai Tianqing's eyes suddenly lit up, and said: "Oh right, I don't need to fight head on with this guy, I have the Yang Refining Bloodline in my body, after the heating up ends, my movement speed will be extremely fast. I can dodge the opponent's attack, and defeat him!"

whoosh *

As soon as Bai Tianqing finished his thoughts, he activated the Yang Refining Bloodline and his spirit energy, using his movement techniques, his feet moved like the wind, quickly rushing towards Yang Liefeng.

whoosh *

When Bai Tianqing arrived in front of Yang Liefeng, he faked a punch, and with a flash, he appeared behind Yang Liefeng. The corners of his mouth hooked into a cold smile, and he punched towards Yang Liefeng's back.

"No, it's an afterimage!"

Just as Bai Tianqing's fist was about to land on Yang Liefeng's back, he suddenly realized that he did not feel a hint of warmth from Yang Liefeng's body, and immediately understood that it was an afterimage. His face changed drastically as fear filled his eyes, and he quickly retreated.

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