Chapter 110 Battling Song Qing

"Tang Yan!" Wan Fei said without the slightest hesitation.

Hearing how certain she sounded, a hint of disdain appeared on Cheng Gong's face. "A difference in rank is like a mountain between them. Tang Yan's last victory depended entirely on luck, and on Su Wei being careless.

"Besides, I heard that in order to temper Song Qing, Song City often hires assassins to kill him. In such a twisted environment, Song Qing's strength as a whole is extremely formidable.

"If Tang Yan wants to win, his chances are close to nothing!"

After hearing Cheng Gong's analysis, Fang Xuan nodded. "Song Qing's strength is indeed quite good. He should be about on par with Sun Long of Qing City. If Tang Yan wants to win, his chances truly are not high."

With Fang Xuan's agreement, everyone became even more certain that Tang Yan would lose.

Wan Fei merely smiled faintly and did not bother to argue.

Back then, when she had fallen into danger, Tang Yan had saved her with only Yellow Rank Ninth Grade strength.

Ten days ago, Tang Yan had cleared the Absolute Kill Tower, something no one in the entire history of the Eastern Region had ever accomplished.

Yesterday, with Black Rank First Grade strength, Tang Yan had crossed ranks and crushed a Black Rank Third Grade expert.

Today, the three great powers had all placed heavy wagers on him.

Did they truly think Tang Yan had walked this far by relying on luck?

On the arena, Tang Yan looked over the lean young man in green before him, and a trace of solemnity flashed through his heart.

This youth looked ordinary, yet his body gave off an incomparably sharp aura. Such an aura could only be formed after enduring no small amount of tempering.

"Song City, Song Qing." The youth in green looked at Tang Yan with ridicule and said coldly, "I advise you to step down on your own. I do not hold back when I strike."

A Force like a long saber leaving its sheath suddenly spread from Song Qing's body, rushing toward Tang Yan like a bolt of silk.

The corner of Tang Yan's mouth lifted slightly.

In his previous life, he had seen countless great figures of high station or extraordinary strength. He had long since grown used to all kinds of Pressure.

Unless someone's strength far surpassed his and they used True Qi to suppress him, mere aura alone could not affect Tang Yan in the slightest.

Facing Song Qing's threat, Tang Yan said calmly, "Yun City, Tang Yan. Please instruct me."

Seeing Tang Yan's neither servile nor overbearing manner, Song Qing gave a savage grin. "Not bad. You have some courage! This match will be your final battle. Treasure it well."

"The eighth duel, begin!" Once the two of them had exchanged enough words, the red-robed elder announced the start.

The instant the red-robed elder's voice fell, Song Qing's figure shot toward Tang Yan.

"So fast!"

Seeing Song Qing's lightning-like movement, cries of surprise rose from below the stage.

The distance between the two was not far to begin with. With one burst of speed, Song Qing arrived before Tang Yan, and his right fist, which had long since gathered its strength, blasted fiercely toward him.

Tang Yan's pupils narrowed slightly. Though this punch carried great momentum, he could still tell that Song Qing had not used his full strength.

With Tang Yan's sharp experience, he knew another attack would follow immediately after this punch.

If one did not react quickly enough, even a Black Rank Fourth Grade martial artist could easily fall into Song Qing's snare.

Tang Yan did not dare act carelessly. A sharp aura spread from his body.

"Peak Black Rank Second Grade!"

Sensing Tang Yan's strength, the crowd below the stage cried out once more.

So this fellow had been hiding his strength all along!

Although everyone still felt that Tang Yan would find it difficult to win, in many hearts, the outcome of this match quietly became a little less certain.

Facing Song Qing's ferocious punch, Tang Yan advanced instead of retreating and met it head-on.

Seeing Tang Yan actually charge forward, thick disdain flashed through Song Qing's eyes. Even if your strength has risen to Second Grade, the gap between you and me is still enormous!

Bang!

Their fists collided, and Tang Yan was immediately forced back one step.

A trace of astonishment flashed through Song Qing's eyes. Tang Yan had taken his blow head-on, yet had only been forced back by a single step?

He did not know what kind of weight Tang Yan had borne while training beneath the waterfall. Nor did he care to know, because his second strike had already shot out like a venomous snake leaving its den, without the slightest warning.

"It's over," Song Qing said softly.

"Double Strike!"

Seeing Song Qing unleash a second blow almost without pause after the first, the entire venue instantly boiled over.

"Meteor Palm!"

His aura rapidly contracted, gathering entirely into his right palm. That palm was as swift as a falling star, sudden and difficult to guard against.

"It seems Tang Yan is about to lose." On the judges' platform, Yao Qian spoke with visible delight at another's misfortune.

After hearing this, the others also gave nearly imperceptible nods.

Tang Yan only had Black Rank Second Grade strength. He had been forced back one step, and his footing had not even steadied before Song Qing's fierce follow-up surged forth.

Caught off guard like this, even a Black Rank Fourth Grade would suffer greatly, let alone Tang Yan.

"Tang Yan is going to lose. Song Qing's strength is indeed quite good," Fang Xuan said in praise from Fang City's seats.

"A chicken and a dog, unfit to stand on the stage. Lasting until now is already not bad... eh!"

Cheng Gong looked at the stage with disdain, but before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly froze.

Song Qing's palm struck Tang Yan's body, only for Tang Yan to vanish without a trace in the next instant.

It was actually an afterimage!

"So fast!" On the judges' platform, Mo Bin slapped the table and praised, "I wonder what rank this boy's movement technique is, to be so agile."

Song Qing's palm struck empty air, and his heart jolted. Where was he?

"My turn!"

A gentle voice sounded. Only then did Song Qing finally catch sight of Tang Yan's figure from the corner of his eye.

He had thought that with his Double Strike, even if he could not heavily injure Tang Yan, he could at least leave him in a sorry state. Yet now, he was the one without even time to take a breath.

Rousing his True Qi, Song Qing poured all his strength into a punch and met the attack head-on.

Bang!

After the first strike of Thousand Mountains Fist, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Tang Yan's mouth, and the second punch of Thousand Mountains Fist swiftly followed.

This time, Song Qing's originally arrogant expression finally changed.

Although Tang Yan only possessed Black Rank Second Grade strength, the might of this punch actually gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

And he had already spent his breath of strength in one go. For the moment, he could only avoid it!

His figure retreated rapidly, barely dodging this strike, while the crowd below the stage was already in an uproar.

A peak Black Rank Third Grade martial artist had actually been forced back by a Second Grade?

On the judges' platform, Yao Qian felt as though his old face had been slapped hard. He had only just made his boastful judgment, yet Tang Yan had answered him with the truth before everyone's eyes.

The other city lords secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, they had not spoken as quickly as Yao Qian.

"Somewhat interesting. It seems I still underestimated you." A cold glint appeared in Song Qing's eyes. "To think you could force me back. This humiliation can only be washed away by completely suppressing you!"

With that, Song Qing's figure charged toward Tang Yan once more.

Seeing Song Qing move as fast as lightning, Tang Yan understood that Song Qing intended to fight with speed, using strength and movement to completely overwhelm him.

But Song Qing, I am afraid your wishful thinking will fail again...

The corner of Tang Yan's mouth lifted. Combat Heart circulated, and Song Qing's seemingly swift attacks became exceptionally slow in Tang Yan's eyes.

Phantom Step swiftly unfolded. Tang Yan shifted slightly to the left, just enough to avoid Song Qing's fist, then smoothly threw out a punch of his own.

Song Qing already knew Tang Yan was fast. Seeing Tang Yan dodge, he seemed to have been prepared. The path of his original punch changed at once, moving to meet Tang Yan's fist.

Just as the two fists were about to collide, Tang Yan's fist, swift as an arrow leaving the bowstring, actually traced a wondrous arc in that instant and struck toward Song Qing's wrist.

How could this be!

Song Qing's mind shook violently. At such a short distance, he no longer had time to resist.

Tang Yan's fist smashed heavily onto his wrist.

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