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Was this a genius or a monster?
Wu Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"I've lost this match!" Wu Ming wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and forcefully took a deep breath.
This time, he was prepared to compete with Chen Yang in speed!
Chen Yang understood clearly, the two of them stood 10 meters apart from each other. He launched himself at almost the same time, pouncing towards his opponent like two cheetahs.
The two of them passed by each other, leaving behind afterimages.
Wu Ming's movements were as dashing as a swallow, while Chen Yang was as clumsy as an ostrich, but his speed was not slow.
Very quickly, the two of them appeared where the other had been standing. It was equivalent to shifting positions.
However, Wu Ming had landed and turned around when Chen Yang had just landed one foot. He was looking at him calmly and unperturbedly.
Chen Yang clearly knew of this result. He touched his nose and calmly said:
"I lost this game."
Actually, Chen Yang really wanted to protest. He had never come into contact with any secret Qing Gong manuals, so he naturally did not know the trick to it. Wu Ming obviously took advantage of Ye Zichen when he compared himself to Ye Zichen's. He was truly shameless.
Wu Ming, on the other hand, looked calm and composed, leaving Chen Yang speechless.
"Young master, the last round is a battle to the death!" Wu Ming said in a serious tone. He then continued to breathe in and out as he adjusted his body to its peak state.
"Come."
Chen Yang smiled charmingly. His eyes suddenly lit up with a trace of red.
With the same Meteor Fist, the two of them leapt into the air and collided head-on. It was unknown whether it was an illusion or something, but the two of them could see that the fists of both parties were emitting a blazing fire. Like shooting stars cutting through the atmosphere, it was burning as it fell, dragging out a gorgeous tail. However, this wondrous scene was not seen by anyone.
Finally, the fists of the two collided with each other like two shooting stars. In a split-second, sparks flew in all directions as an explosion resounded.
Puff.
Puff.
Two streams of blood spurted out of Chen Yang's and Wu Ming's mouth as they retreated one after another.
However, this did not mean that the battle was over!
They looked at each other, their expressions fierce. Clenching their fists, they moved and clashed again.
A tiger's roar resounded, shaking the entire underground room. As if sensing something, the dragon in the hidden compartment on the stone wall opened its eyes that were as big as bells and looked at the two people who were fighting.
As the saying goes, a tiger moving like a sick tiger waiting to swallow its prey. The two people who were already heavily injured charged straight at each other with the might of a supreme tiger.
It was as if two fierce tigers were speeding up between their arms, slapping their claws to tear through the air, and finally, their fists opened up their bloody mouths and fiercely bit forward.
"Bam!"
The two fierce tigers fiercely bit each other! Following that, both of them flew out and heavily crashed into the stone platform.
It was said that there would be injuries when two tigers fought each other, but this time, both sides were injured!
The smoke dissipated, and the two stood up with difficulty. Their eyes were filled with rage as they looked at each other.
The two of them had completely given up their usual identities. At this moment, they were only enemies!
It was a matter of life and death!
After wiping away the blood on his face, Chen Yang said with an evil smile,
"Originally, I would feel regretful because I didn't use any other moves, but now, I can return the favor with my life. Using your move to defeat you seems to be a pretty good choice. Wu Ming, what do you think?"
"Humph, it's still too early to say who will win! It all depends on this final blow if you can make me submit to you wholeheartedly. Young Master, I hope I will have a chance to call you Young Master. "
Wu Ming's hair was disheveled and his aura was full of hostility. His killing intent was exposed without any concealment and at this moment, he looked just like a demon god.
"Hur hur." Chen Yang chuckled. His face had a sickly red color to it when facing the old man in black. The aura around his body swelled as if there was a substantial amount of energy revolving around him, creating a sound of wind.
"Kill!"
Without holding back, Wu Ming rushed towards Chen Yang and threw thirteen punches in a row. The strong wind and the shadow of his punches filled the sky. One punch was faster than the other. Each punch was heavier than the last! The frightening aura was far beyond what Chen Yang had seen for the first time. It seemed that Wu Ming had been lenient that time.
As he looked up, the sky was filled with black mass of fist shadows, seemingly wanting to surround Chen Yang. Even Chen Yang couldn't help but feel suffocated.
Thirteen Lifesteal Fists?
Chen Yang sneered. He was neither afraid nor frightened as he took the initiative to face the incoming attack.
At this moment, in the shadow of the fist, which took up almost the entire screen, it was hard to tell who had appeared here or there.
Only the sound of colliding fists could be heard from time to time.
Suddenly, a figure flew out. It arched its body and drew a perfect arc in the air before heavily crashing into the ground, no longer moving.
The shadow of the fist faded as a tall figure stood stubbornly on the stage.
"Whew, whew, whew!"
Chen Yang was breathing heavily and covered in blood. Under the intense confrontation, his clothes were already tattered, and his trembling fists were still dripping blood to the ground.
"You … "Cough, cough." Wu Ming said, but kept coughing. His eyes turned blue and black, and he finally opened one of them with great difficulty. He wanted to stand up, but he was powerless to do so.
Impossible!
This was absolutely impossible!
Even if his inner force was stronger than his own, there was no reason to throw another punch after finishing his deathblow!
This was completely beyond Wu Ming's knowledge!
Thirteen punches of Wu Family for life were so fierce and fierce that in the past hundred of years, there had been very few people who were able to execute more than nine punches. It was unknown just how many people wanted to challenge him and were unable to escape from their fate of having their veins shattered. To be able to finish a battle like Wu Ming was already a genius among geniuses!
However, Wu Ming could not believe what was happening in front of him.
However, Chen Yang did it!
"Are you surprised?" Chen Yang spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly moved to Wu Ming's side. She wanted to pull him up, but she ended up sitting on the ground.
"To tell the truth, I myself was also very surprised. Hehe …" "Hiss …" Chen Yang was about to grin, but a heart-wrenching pain came. He quickly shut his mouth.
Was it an accident again?
Wu Ming wailed in his heart. God, hurry up and take this monster!
Wu Ming suddenly looked at Chen Yang and didn't say a word.
Why had he never thought that the Thirteen Life Seizing Fists had fourteen fists? Was it because the person who could execute thirteen punches was extremely rare and yet he himself could do it?
Wu Ming closed his eyes. There was a long silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Wu Ming opened his eyes. He looked at Chen Yang and softly said:
"Abnormal!"
He had lost. He had lost completely, and he was convinced of his defeat.
"Haha." Hearing Wu Ming's words, Chen Yang endured the pain and laughed out loud.
"Then, can you tell me where you came from now?"