Although the discussion below was lively, it did not affect the situation in the training ground at all.
This time, Jin Mai brought several masters from Yuan Country, even including Yuan Countryâs number one warrior. The first to enter the field was a burly man, the one Zheng Xianrou mentioned as an expert in external power techniques, and he faced Wu Zhaoyao.
In terms of physique and strength, Wu Zhaoyao was clearly no match for that Yuan man. However, his Qinggong and Inner Strength allowed him to skillfully counterbalance this disadvantage, which could be described as using softness to conquer hardness.
Yang Ruxin didnât know much about martial arts routines, and although she had practiced martial arts, she had always focused on lethal moves, without any unnecessary flourishes. So, if truth be told, she couldnât really understand these routine martial arts techniques.
But she had special abilities. As long as she concentrated, she could see through all substances. Of course, if she concentrated, she could also see the opponentâs movements in slow motion, allowing her to observe everything clearly.
The Yuan manâs martial arts were indeed impressive. The key was that he had immense strength and exceptional resistance to strikes. Sometimes Wu Zhaoyao would hit him with a palm strike, yet the opponent seemed not to feel any pain.
When the opponent felt no pain, it became too passive for Wu Zhaoyao, because he would feel pain and naturally be at a disadvantage.
"Hit him quickly..." Jiang Fangfei was getting excited, shouting continuously, "Knock him off the ring..."
Zheng Xianrou shouted even louder than Jiang Fangfei.
But Yang Ruxin frowned, realizing that at this rate, Wu Zhaoyao had no chance of winning.
Sure enough, after the two had exchanged over a hundred moves, Wu Zhaoyao leapt up and punched toward the opponentâs face, but the opponent neither dodged nor avoided, directly raising his palm to meet Wu Zhaoyaoâs fist.
There was a loud bang, and the Yuan man stepped back two steps, but Wu Zhaoyaoâs face suddenly twisted, and then he fell to the ground in pain...
The entire training ground fell silent, all in disbelief. Was Wu Zhaoyao, whose martial arts were considered among the best, really defeated just like that?
The Yuan man stepped forward and aimed a punch directly at Wu Zhaoyao.
However, the punch was intercepted midway by someone.
Gu Qingheng looked at the opponent with an unpleasant expression: "The duel is to stop at a certain point."
The Yuan man didnât mind and withdrew his fist with a grin, then cupped his fist towards Emperor Xuanjing and turned to leave. His demeanor, although he didnât say much, was extremely arrogant.
Emperor Xuanjingâs expression was very unpleasant.
Someone came over to support Wu Zhaoyao down, but after he left the ring, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness.
"This..." Jiang Fangfeiâs face changed, and she got up to go down.
"Heâs poisoned." Yang Ruxin pulled Jiang Fangfei back and stuffed a medicine pill into his hand, "Itâs not appropriate for you to go over now."
Jiang Fangfei froze for a moment, then quickly calmed down and nodded slightly.
Yang Ruxin handed a vial to Hen Ziyue: "Commander Wu is poisoned and, in all likelihood, your grandfather wonât be able to cure him immediately. Take this to your grandfather..."
Hen Ziyueâs eyes lit up, and then he got up and went to find Hen Yizheng.
Jiang Fangfei glanced at Yang Ruxin gratefully, but said nothing.
Yang Ruxin smiled back, also saying nothing.
Yu Qingge tugged at Yang Ruxinâs sleeve, signaling a question with her eyes.