Chapter 66: Chapter 66: The True Strongest of the Martial Arts Class!!!

"They’re here, they’re here."

Wu Yan was quite excited.

He seemed eager to prove that he hadn’t lied just now.

Fang Qingyu began watching attentively.

There were only four or five people in the arena who made him feel pressured, and Tong Ran was one of them.

If he could understand the believers’ attack methods in advance, it would be immensely beneficial for the upcoming battles.

Simply knowing an elemental attribute.

Wasn’t very useful.

Among believers with the same attribute, their methods were very diverse.

This time, Tong Ran’s opponent was a Martial Arts Apprentice.

Stepping onto the stage slowly under the watchful eyes of the audience.

He wasn’t aware of Tong Ran’s latest information, but to the Breathing Technique...

Tong Ran seemed like a true god!!!

"Hoo..."

He kept taking deep breaths, trying to break this dreadful illusion.

The heart of martial arts emphasized...

No matter who the opponent is.

One must have the courage to throw a punch belonging to oneself at the opponent!!

"Begin!"

Ji Yang announced the start when both parties were ready.

Tong Ran inserted one hand into the pocket of his neat uniform pants, standing still.

While dozens of meters away.

The apprentice had already taken a bow stance, his fist entwined with qi force constantly twisting the air.

"Ha!!!"

A furious shout.

Suddenly stomped the ground and charged forward.

Seeing this, Tong Ran slightly raised his wrist.

Strands of blue light emerged from his palm.

The next second.

The spectators erupted with gasps of surprise.

Three water columns abruptly exploded along the apprentice’s charging path, each ending in a ferocious dragon’s head, the splashing dragon’s mane slightly trembling with Tong Ran’s bent fingers.

"Freeze."

With an indifferent whisper, all the water dragons instantly crystallized into ice.

The apprentice’s right fist shattered the first dragon head, but the broken ice shards suddenly liquefied and reassembled, weaving into a water prison that wrapped him in mid-air in the blink of an eye.

Then, Tong Ran’s five fingers clenched tightly in the air.

Splash!

The water enveloping the apprentice abruptly contracted as if it was about to crush him...

Fortunately, a Martial Arts Grandmaster suddenly appeared outside the water prison.

With just a gentle touch of a finger...

The water lost its control and spilled onto the ground.

Tong Ran had already turned his back on the battleground and walked towards the waiting area.

The martial arts class was silent...

Even the excited Wu Yan was speechless.

Although the battle just now proved he hadn’t lied.

Yet Tong Ran’s combat power...

Undoubtedly cast a shadow over all the apprentices.

The ranking battle continued.

In the second round, Fang Qingyu drew.

Another apprentice opponent.

After a swift victory.

Wu Yan also smoothly advanced, but Qin Qi was unlucky enough to face a believer whose abilities countered hers, resulting in her elimination.

In the third round.

This round, whether deliberately arranged or not.

The majority of apprentices faced believers.

Unfortunately...

The apprentices suffered a crushing defeat!!!

Ji Yang watched from above with an ashen face.

Leading to the fourth round, among the remaining 8 people.

There were only two apprentices.

The first was Tang Lingchuan, unanimously acknowledged as the first in the martial arts class, with a punch force of 621KG, minor achievement in Qi Blood Transport Technique, minor achievement in Observation Method, martial technique unknown, showcasing exceptional strength from the beginning.

The second was the astonishingly skilled Fang Qingyu.

Being an overlooked Innate Martial Seed.

His training time was already over ten years less than others.

No one expected him to ascend to the top eight with such ease.

However, how far he could go in the top ten.

Still depended on the subsequent drawing situation.

Fang Qingyu extended his hand and casually drew a slip from the drawing box.

No. 1.

Then retreated to wait for others to draw.

The result...

The fifth person to draw, Tang Lingchuan, also drew No. 1.

The two instantly locked eyes.

"Good luck."

As they descended from the platform, both casually said as they passed by each other.

The first day began.

The special training class is divided into two classes.

Although in personal ranking battles, they are competitors against each other.

But the rivalry between martial arts apprentices and believers always exists.

Now the two are about to compete for the strongest in the Martial Arts Class!

The winner will challenge... the strongest in the believer class, Tong Ran.

This shout of encouragement.

Serves as motivation for the winner.

"Contestant No. 1, Fang Qingyu, Tang Lingchuan, please come on stage!"

Returning to his seat to rest for a moment.

The match is about to begin.

Fang Qingyu placed Mo Ling to the side, stood up, and walked to the front of the stage.

In the audience, Zheng Lin frowned slightly at this scene.

"Qingzi, why aren’t you using the saber!?"

She knows very well Fang Qingyu’s accomplishment in the saber technique, which is not weaker than his fist technique.

While Tang Lingchuan is a martial apprentice specializing in fist techniques.

With a saber, he could certainly gain an advantage, and could also switch between saber and fist techniques later.

"Perhaps he has his own considerations."

Lin Kang listened, recalling Fang Qingyu’s outdoor training performance in recent days, calmly dismissed Zheng Lin’s reminder.

On stage.

Ji Yang, who had been keeping a grim face since the third round, finally looked a bit better seeing the two competitors.

"The match begins!!"

With a shout of command.

Fang Qingyu retreated half a step with his right foot.

The soles of his shoes rubbed against the cobalt bricks, making a muffled sound like an old ox plowing the field.

His knees bent slightly as if sitting nonchalantly, and his waist and spine suddenly emitted a dragon-like roar from the bursting of joints.

The entire major vertebrae seemed to resurrect, successive sections linked like a lively dragon.

His elbows were suspended as if they bore thousand-pound copper hammers.

Tang Lingchuan’s pupils suddenly contracted.

At that moment, in his eyes, Fang Qingyu’s seemingly slack stance appeared like an imposing mountain range.

Each joint concealed a tension akin to a tiger anticipating its prey.

Most terrifying of all was Fang Qingyu’s gaze, lacking the sharpness seen in martial artist duels, rather like a farmer eyeing a wheat field ready for harvest, with calm control over the entire situation.

Cold sweat slid down Tang Lingchuan’s spine.

The situation seemed...

A bit off.

Meanwhile, the martial arts grandmaster and all the surrounding red-name martial artists watching...

Could not help but stand up.

"Transformation Realm... Baji Fist!?"

The roar outside couldn’t disturb the two on stage at the moment.

"Ah—"

Tang Lingchuan eventually overcame his inner fear, shouted loudly, and took the initiative to attack.

The Qi blood roared around, boiling.

The major tendon of his right arm tightened like a bowstring, with a white cyclone condensing at the fist peak.

If this Half-Step Shattering Fist strikes solidly.

It’s enough to crush half-meter-thick granite to powder.

And Fang Qingyu showed no intent of dodging, his arms spread wide like embracing the moon, the shoulder blades creaked with the tension of an old ox tendon.

When Tang Lingchuan’s Shattering Fist, carrying explosive sounds, reached his face.

Fang Qingyu’s right fist made a sudden bombing attack after retreating half a step.

The instant when two fists collided fiercely.

The entire ring seemed to explode like muffled thunder from thin air!

The compressed white cyclone at Tang Lingchuan’s fist peak shattered explosively.

His pupils reflected Fang Qingyu’s expression, calm as an ancient well.

His whole body was like being hit squarely by a siege hammer, flown backward wrapped in the bursting white airwave.

And Fang Qingyu was unaffected by that punch at all.

His foot landed on the cobalt bricks, creating a cobweb of cracks.

His form was faster than the backward-flying Tang Lingchuan by thirty percent.

Tang Lingchuan just landed...

His pupils were already filled with Fang Qingyu’s fist peak.

The fist wrapped in dragon and tiger howls hovered three inches from his nose, the exploding gust blew the broken hair on the boy’s forehead to his ears....

In the dead silence.

A few strands of black hair gently fell onto Tang Lingchuan’s trembling eyelashes.

Fang Qingyu saw the opponent had no reaction.

Withdrew his fist and saluted./p>

"Thanks for yielding."

Ji Yang promptly announced.

"Fang Qingyu wins!!!"

"Instant kill!?"

"What’s going on??"

The people from the Martial Arts Class all stood up from their chairs in shock.

Other people might not know.

But don’t they?

621KG Power plus minor achievement Qi Blood Transport Technique and Observation Method.

This punch alone carried over a ton of force.

Not to mention the support of Qi Force traits and Martial Technique!!!

Yet Fang Qingyu was seemingly unaffected, and continued his assault, instantly ending it with one punch?

What kind of concept is this!?

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