In the stands on the second floor of the Budokan, the leader of Maple Leaf Style and others continued to communicate.
The changes in the arena are rapid.
At this time, Mu Yang and the Duolin Temple disciple named Wu Ting had already burst out with powerful strength. They saw both sides coming and going, and blurred afterimages gradually appeared on the ring. Many of the movements were beyond ordinary. The limit that the human eye can capture.
"Ho!"
Mu Yang and Wu Ting launched a counterattack, hitting each other with their palms and making a loud bang!
"Awesome!" Mu Yang panted slightly and took a few steps back. This was the first opponent he had encountered since participating in the competition whose strength was comparable to his own!
The disciples of Duolin Temple should not be underestimated!
Looks like we’re going to pull off a trick!
Mu Yang grinned and immediately stamped his foot on the ground to stop his retreat. The stone slab under his feet shattered into winding cracks. Then the body suddenly bounced up, and the explosive force penetrated from the soles of the feet, causing the broken stones to bounce up heavily and splash out in all directions.
Mu Yang's body popped up quickly, like a cannonball swooping over.
"Tianxin Qigong!"
Mu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his right hand, turned his fingers into swords, and a terrifying aura emerged from his whole body.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a cold light between his bright eyes, and a bright blue light was generated from between his two fingers. Hula la, straight Qigong waves shot out like lasers, surrounded by several whirlwinds, like a head from ancient times. The wild beasts stormed towards Wuting with a ferocious and bloodthirsty aura.
Feeling the vigorous aura that suddenly burst out from Mu Yang's body, as well as the powerful Qigong wave, Elder Feng Yeliu and others stood up suddenly, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"This is a qigong wave. It's not far behind the martial arts masters of the older generation."
"It's amazing. I didn't expect that at such a young age, I could reach such a state."
Several seniors in the martial arts world looked at the scene that happened in front of them in shock and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Huh? Mu Yang's qigong is already so strong!!" Sis wiped his eyes in disbelief. Even he couldn't release Tianxin qigong at will, but Mu Yang actually used it in the competition. Look at his ease. He was actually a little envious of his appearance.
Only then did Sith realize that his nephew's power might have surpassed his own.
At the same time, the audience at the scene was all excited.
"No... right? He used Qigong waves?"
"A player who can use Qigong waves, and his opponent is Wu Ting, the outcome is really hard to predict."
Both the audience and the players were all watching with wide eyes.
…
"You have to be careful!" Mu Yang shouted to Wu Ting from a distance. At this time, Mu Yang's aura was rising again and again, and the powerful aura was crushing him. The cold aura even made people lose their ability to resist.
Uh-huh!
Facing Muyang's extremely powerful attack, even the elite disciples of Duolin Temple could not help but change their expressions. However, Muyang's attack was already in front of them, and the slightest difference between the masters could determine the outcome. At this time, Wu Ting had already Losing the opportunity and responding hastily can only lead to failure.
Peng! The huge attack power of the qigong wave fell on Wu Ting, and his face turned pale. His body flew up like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily outside the ring.
"Tenxin-ryu Muyang wins and enters the quarterfinals."
As the dust settled with a whistle, Muyang defeated the seeded players from Duolin Temple with a strong attitude and advanced to the quarterfinals.
"I accept it." Mu Yang saluted with a calm expression.
Na Wuting wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and returned the salute with his hands clasped together.
"Wuting actually lost." Qianheliu elder Nali clicked her tongue and said silently.
"It's normal. With the courage he showed just now, it might not take a few years to reach our level."
"Is it possible? He is so young..."
"Alas, there are many talents in the younger generation. This failure is also a good thing for Wuting." Master Xiulin recited the scripture silently.
"Kane and Wu Ting both lost to that young man. I wonder what Arlo and Liz's chances of winning are..." the leader of Maple Leaf Style asked with interest.
"There's not much hope." Elder Nali shook her head, "Liz is no match for that person."
Among the new talents of the major schools, Wu Ting of Duolin Temple is considered to be one of the best. Even he lost to the other party, and the others probably don't have much hope of winning.
The leader of Maple Leaf Flow nodded.
Yes, being able to release powerful qigong waves at a young age is very rare in today's martial arts world. At this moment, he has roughly determined the winner of this martial arts competition, and that is Mu Yang.
"Hahaha, that's amazing Mu Yang. If Senior Brother Isaac knew that you defeated the elite disciples of Duolin Temple, he would definitely rush over excitedly. Unfortunately, Daqing Mountain is far away from Maple Leaf Island, and Senior Brother Isaac has no chance to see it. You swept the scene."
As soon as Mu Yang stepped off the stage, Sis came over excitedly and praised Mu Yang.
Mu Yang smiled modestly, "Uncle Sis, I have only entered the quarterfinals, and the competition is not over yet."
Sith shook his head repeatedly: "It's different."
Entering the quarterfinals and defeating Wuting are two completely different concepts.
Originally, in Sisi's mind, Mu Yang would have accomplished his mission as long as he could get a spot in the top eight of the world's best martial arts club. You know, there are so many schools, how many can win the top eight? It’s already very satisfying!
But judging from his current performance, it seems that he will not stop there. Although they both achieved the top eight spots, the meaning is completely different.
You must know that Wu Ting is not only an elite disciple of Duolin Temple, but also a popular candidate for the championship of this year's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament.
If Mu Yang can defeat him, does he also have a chance to win the championship position
If Mu Yang wins the championship, Tian Xin Liu will be in the limelight.
Even now, even if Mu Yang immediately admits defeat and does not participate in the subsequent competitions, Sis, who has seen the power of Mu Yang's Qigong waves, knows that Mu Yang's name must have been established through this conference, and that the entire martial arts world has the ability to release Qigong waves. There are only a few martial arts masters, and Mu Yang is one of them. This is something full of glory.
"There is no need to be too stressed in the next few games. Relax. Anyway, the top eight spots have been locked. Every win will be an improvement." Sis patted Mu Yang on the shoulder excitedly, and then saw Mu Yang's face. A little pale, he asked with concern: "You just released the Qigong wave, can your body bear it?"
Mu Yang shook his head and said it was okay: "My health doesn't matter, I just need to rest for a while and it will be fine."
"Then you have a good rest." Sis nodded and said no more, staying aside to let him rest quietly.
Tom—
While Mu Yang was sitting quietly to recuperate, fights between dragons and tigers were still going on in several other arenas. 315 contestants from all over the world are all full of energy and vying for the chance to qualify.
There was a crackle, and an invisible afterimage flickered on the ring. From time to time, accompanied by the shouts of the players, several large and small holes suddenly appeared on the ground. Broken stones flew everywhere, and sparks exploded after grazing the ground.
"Chizuru Ryuse wins and enters the quarterfinals."
"Maple Leaf Arlo won and entered the quarterfinals."
"Crossfist Barney wins and enters the quarterfinals."
"Western Pule Village Gilo won and entered the quarterfinals."
…
As the competition continues, the top eight spots are gradually determined. Together with Mu Yang, the eight strongest players in this conference have all been decided.
Mu Yang glanced at the list and noticed that among the top eight players, except for himself and a player named Ji Luo from Pulai Village, most of the other six people were disciples of major schools.
I have to admit that the big sects are really good at cultivating disciples. No wonder after these big sects chose to hide in the world, the level of martial arts on the earth suddenly dropped by a notch.
After taking a short rest and verifying that all results were valid, the gong sounded again, marking the end of today’s schedule.
The quarterfinals are scheduled for the next day, with a night's rest.
(End of chapter)