boom!
With one punch, Ye Xiangyang knocked Qi Haitian, the young master of the Qi family, down on the ring.
Ye Xiangyang's strength was demonstrated once again, making everyone cheer and feel incredible.
The more you fight, the more you want to feel refreshed. Every time you practice the Thick Earth Fist, you will gain something new. Every time, new insights grow in your heart, as if the secrets inside are endless and worth exploring again and again.
This is the Xuan-level martial arts. The Sky-Breaking Strike, Sky-Piercing Strike, Sky-Splitting Claw, and the spear tip of the "Xuan Tian Ji Fa" that I practiced are all Heaven-level martial arts. Aren't there more secrets contained in them
From this, it seems that my control over these martial arts is still at a low level. Of course, I still have to practice martial arts step by step.
This competition arena and the upcoming martial arts competition provide me with ample opportunities to train. I must take advantage of this rare opportunity to hone my martial arts skills.
The commentator came to the ring again. He raised Ye Xiangyang's arm and shouted to all the audience below: "I declare that Ye Xiangyang won the third battle, and his prize money reached 60,000 Xuanwu silver coins."
Wow! Thunderous applause broke out from the audience again.
In just two hours, this kid's bonus was directly increased to 60,000, and he earned 50,000.
"Amazing, really amazing, this kid's way of making money is faster than robbery."
"Yeah, being strong definitely has its benefits."
"If I beat him, I can get half of his prize money in one go. This kind of match is worthwhile."
"Let's wait, wait one more time. I don't believe this kid's power is endless."
Ye Xiangyang looks very tired now. His red suit is almost soaked with sweat. His face is also full of fatigue. He looks like a spent force, absolutely a spent force.
He would not be as aggressive as Yun Jianhan.
Yun Jianhan has already fought six games, and he is still as aggressive and sharp as ever. There is a sharp silver light in his eyes, and the silver light is sweeping across the entire field.
The commentator there said excitedly: "Yun Jianhan won six consecutive games and received a bonus of 120,000 Xuanwu silver coins. Is there anyone else who wants to join the challenge?"
At this moment, many people hesitated. This was a small arena, and generally speaking, there would not be too many masters. High-level Xuan Masters usually appeared in medium-sized arenas. There was a classification of Xuan Masters: one, two, and three stars were low-level Xuan Masters, four, five, and six stars were mid-level Xuan Masters, and seven, eight, and nine stars were high-level Xuan Masters.
It would be a laughing stock for a high-level mystic to compete in a low-level arena, and it would not be glorious even if he won.
Yun Jianhan's seventh game was a bit dull.
Ye Xiangyang waited until the guide finished speaking, then smiled faintly: "Uh, guide, I have a question, can you check if the amount of money is wrong?"
The instructor was stunned, with a look of surprise on his face: "How could it be wrong?"
Ye Xiangyang said with a smile, panting as he spoke: "Look, if we win the first game, it becomes 20,000, if we win the second game, it becomes 40,000, if we win the third game, shouldn't it become 80,000, if we win the fourth game, it will become 160,000?"
As soon as Ye Xiangyang finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out in the venue. People were all laughing. This kid had a really good idea. If they calculated it that way, the fifth game would be 320,000, the sixth game would be 640,000, and after ten games, if they won all of them, they would earn more than 10 million Xuanwu silver coins.
Tens of millions of Xuanwu silver coins, that is such a huge number, it is unimaginable.
"Hahaha, such a capable guy is actually an old-fashioned guy who has never seen the world. He still wants to become a famous rich man in one fell swoop."
"I'm rooting for him to become the 10th consecutive winner. This guy is so interesting."
"I'm crazy about money, hahaha..."
The commentator smiled and said respectfully, "Sir, doubling means that the amount you put out in the first round will be doubled. For example, if you take out 10,000, it will become 20,000 after winning the first round. If you win the second round, it will be 40,000. If you win the third round, it will be 3 times 2, which is 60,000. And so on..."
Ye Xiangyang nodded as if he had suddenly realized something, and said, "So, if I win everything, then I can only earn 200,000, right?"
Everyone looked at him complaining that the amount was too little and laughed again. Look at you, you are sweating all over, your mystical energy is weak, and your breath is blocked. In this state, you still want to win ten games in a row. What are you thinking about? Are you crazy about money
Ye Xiangyang muttered again: "If I had known this would happen, I would have borrowed money to get one million, wouldn't it be six million now?"
The audience below could still hear the muttering of "greed is greedy" through the microphone of the tour guide, and they laughed again. Without exception, they all labeled Ye Xiangyang a money-grubber.
In the fourth round, Puyang Tuqi, the young master of Puyang family in Yunmeng Prefecture, came onto the ring. The young master of Puyang family had one of his arms chopped off. As it concerned his own family, Puyang Tuqi was determined to take Ye Xiangyang down.
After three rounds of exhaustion, this kid is already at the end of his strength. As the saying goes: A spent force cannot wear mourning clothes. This time, I will definitely win.
Puyang suddenly stepped onto the stage, his entire body immediately covered in blood-red Xuanshi's outer garment, blood-stained, as if he were a wronged ghost crawling out from the depths of a sea of blood. A faint smell of blood wafted from his body, this was the famous Blood Soul Break of the Puyang family.
Every family has its own long heritage, passed down from generation to generation. It is this kind of bloodline and martial arts transmission that allows each family to stand on the Xuanwu Continent for a long time.
A blood-red long sword, about five feet long, condensed in Puyang's raised hand. The blood-red long sword swayed slightly, and Ye Xiangyang felt that his blood and mental power seemed to be drawn by the blood-red long sword.
What a strange martial art.
The earth elements on Ye Xiangyang's body gathered again, piling him up into an earth man.
Pile up soil and sand!
The earth element formed a huge sphere, like a small mountain, and smashed towards Puyang. The sphere was four feet in diameter, and was smashed by a huge force of six thousand kilograms, bringing up a bright flame in the air, like a meteor, and crashing violently.
Puyang's eyes were full of sparkling light, and the blood knife in his hand drew a long and faint blood mark, and a faint impact force first hit the sphere. The blood knife was like lightning, killing nine times in an instant, and the blood knife slashed nine times in a row.
The nine swords formed a flower shape and chopped at the earth ball.
Puyang suddenly stood up and leaped towards Ye Xiangyang.
The blade is sharp and invincible. This bloody blade will kill Ye Xiangyang.
Ye Xiangyang's body swayed, as if he was staggering, as if he was exhausted. Everyone felt extremely awkward, as if he was a turtle crawling, extremely clumsy.
Many people thought that Ye Xiangyang could not dodge this sharp knife. You know, such a knife is not so easy to dodge.
Snap! The knife flashed past, and by sheer luck, his clumsy body movements just managed to dodge the powerful knife.
People looked at the ring. The bloody sword lights were like rainbows, drawing blood-red flowers and emitting thousands of red lights, which were dazzling.
Ye Xiangyang still used the Thick Earth Fist, one punch after another, slowly and clumsily, his body movements as slow as a turtle crawling, but he was able to hold his own in the face of the sword light.
Pile up earth and sand, winnow the earth and raise the sand, the heaven and the earth, the earth collapses, the land is split and the thatch is divided, the territory is expanded... The fifteen moves of Thick Earth Fist were performed once again, becoming more clumsy, more careless, and more unbearable than before.
When he performed this move, everyone knew how he would perform the next move. After all, everyone watching here was a fellow martial artist. What puzzled them was that the sharp sword light that suddenly appeared in Puyang did not have the desired effect.
Puyang's sudden rise felt different from theirs. Every move of Ye Xiangyang was like the waves of the sea, vast and boundless, swallowing up the sun and the moon, and spitting out the stars; every move was like a mountain falling from the sky and stars falling, and that momentum was to destroy everything.
He used his sword to strike out ten or eight times before he was able to block Ye Xiangyang's punch.
Vast and ancient, yet simple yet ingenious.
Ye Xiangyang was not in a hurry to win or lose. He was wholeheartedly immersed in the practice of Thick Earth Fist. The more he used Thick Earth Fist and the Turtle Step within the Black Tortoise Soaring Step, the closer he felt the connection between himself and the earth.
Our perception of the earth increases further. In terms of breadth, the earth is vast. From east to west, we don't know how long it is. From south to north, we don't know how far it is. No matter who you are, it is difficult to touch the edge of the earth.
In this initial perception, boxing also appears to be vast and profound.
Another thing is that in the current situation, Ye Xiangyang is practicing his boxing skills under the guidance of his opponent's qi. Facing different opponents, the same boxing skills need to be adjusted differently.
Facing Xue Mantang is different from facing Zhong Changxiari, and facing Qi Haitian is different from facing Puyang Tuqi.
Under the guidance of different characters and different styles, the boxing techniques are more diverse.
People looked at Puyang rising up on the ring, with his sharp movements, flashing sword light, and red sword light like lightning. Then they looked at Ye Xiangyang, who was crawling clumsily and slowly like a turtle. Doubt appeared in everyone's eyes.
Ye Xiangyang should have failed long ago, so why is he still able to hold on
Half an hour passed, and Puyang's sudden mysterious power gradually ran out, and it had reached this point.
Ye Xiangyang used a move to destroy the world and threw a punch. The four-foot-long fist hit directly with a terrifying force.
Puyang suddenly jumped up and just dodged it, and with a bang, Xuanli's fist shattered.
A huge impact force rushed from his back, and Puyang suddenly got hit hard. He didn't expect that this move would have such a change. He was hit hard and rushed towards Ye Xiangyang.
Puyang's eyes suddenly turned red, like a devil. The acupoints in his hands lit up again, and he attacked Ye Xiangyang desperately.
Ye Xiangyang twisted his body, forming a strange S shape, dodged the strange knife, and stretched out his hand, and the mysterious power of his palm grabbed his body.
Wow—Puyang suddenly vomited blood. He was injured by the previous blow.
Ye Xiangyang flicked his finger, and Puyang protruded like a small object being thrown into the air, and with a bang, it hit the large formation.