Chapter 1219
Just as Chongyang was about to refute Han Marchant, Han Marchant had already made a move to gather momentum, his body slightly crouching, ready to strike at any moment.
"Since that's the case, I'm not going to be polite to you, it's better for a young man like you to suffer a bit more." Chong Yang sneered and said, he didn't take Han 3000 in his eyes, from start to finish, as his understanding of martial dao was beyond normal, and he knew very well how important the accumulation of years was in this matter of martial dao.
Han 3000, on the other hand, was only a child after all, and even if he was exceptionally talented and hadn't trained for a long time, there would be a certain upper limit to his strength, and this limit would never exceed his strength.
The battle between the two of them was on the verge of starting.
Everyone in the stands almost held their breath at this moment, for them, this match was very crucial, in addition to being able to see Chong Yang, a retired expert, they could also see how far the peak of Han Qianli's strength was.
"Go for it!"
"Go Idol."
"Down with him, down with him!"
Those girls who came at Han Three Thousand once again set off a wave of voices, they treated Han Three Thousand as their idol, naturally hoping that Han Three Thousand would be able to show off her skills in the ring.
Shi Jing was also nervously clenching her fists at this time, although Han Three Thousand had shown a very strong confidence at home, she knew that this opponent in the ring was found by Nangong Boling, and with Nangong Boling's status, there was no way he could just find cannon fodder to appear.
Moreover, Han Qianqian had also said that this person called Chong Yang was a very powerful expert, so this had to make Shi Jing nervous.
"Son, you mustn't lose, or else all your previous efforts will be in vain." After saying these words to herself, Shi Jing looked towards Nangong Qianqiu's direction.
Seeing a faint grimace on Nangong Qianqiu's face, Shi Jing knew that her inner thoughts at this point must be that she wanted Han Qianqiang to lose, because only if Han Qianqiang lost would she be able to vent the dissatisfaction in her heart and continue to identify her choice.
Just when everyone was expecting to see the results as soon as possible, the scene that made the entire arena silent happened.
Only Han Giangli's fist was on Chong Yang's chest, and at this moment it seemed as if the entire world had stood still.
Chong Yang didn't move at all, and Han 3,000 was also inside the same place, not launching a second attack.
But soon, Chong Yang's pupils became blood red, seemingly due to the congestion of blood.
Han Three Thousand Year, on the other hand, also withdrew his hands and stood in front of Chong Yang with his hands behind his back.
In the eyes of those martial daoists, Han Three Thousand Thousand's doing this to break open was the perfect time for Chongyang to return fire.
But strangely, Chongyang didn't even move.
"What's going on? Why didn't Chong Yang counterattack."
"This was his big chance to return fire, and Han 3,000 wasn't even defending."
"Why are you all stunned, what's the situation!"
Everyone in the stands, all of them wore a puzzled expression, unable to understand what was going on in front of them.
This was a ring, this was the place of a great war, why were both on stage as if they had been spotted with acupuncture points.
An outsider couldn't understand what was going on in this situation.
But Chongyang was very clear, Han Qianqian's punch just now was almost about to break his heart, and there was non-stop blood coming from his throat, if he hadn't held back, he would have splattered three feet of blood.
"This is only a fraction of my strength, Chong Yang, I know you're strong, but in front of me, you're not even an ant." Han Qianli said indifferently.
These words made Chong Yang's face even more pale, he had always regarded Han Three Thousand as someone deliberately held up by the Wuji Summit, believing that the competitions that Han Three Thousand had won before were all part of the Wuji Summit's underhanded operations.
But at this moment, Chong Yang understood how foolish he had been, using his own narrow-mindedness to limit Han 3,000's strength, believing that even if Han 3,000 had talent, it would be impossible for him to gain a strong body at such an age.
He stubbornly believed that the path of martial arts required time for strength to settle, but how could normal human thinking be applied to someone with exceptional talent?
Han Qianqiang was clearly a special case, his genius was in a category that could not be understood by normal people, and his trajectory of becoming stronger could not be reasoned with normal people.
"Master, what are you doing, why did you stop fighting." At this time, Qi Hu came to the edge of the ring and asked Chong Yang with a puzzled face.
At this time, Chongyang was even careful with his breathing, as he had to forcefully suppress the blood that was about to spurt out, and he might not be able to endure it if there was a slight mood swing.
And then Qi Hu's appearance made his emotions fluctuate.
'Pfft.'
A mouthful of blood mist sprayed out.
Everyone in the stands were all dumbfounded.
When the blood mist dissipated, only then did Chongyang realize that at some unknown time, Han Qianli had retreated to the edge of the side rope, not only was he amazingly strong, his speed was equally astounding!
Only a faint bitter smile appeared on Chong Yang's face, then his entire body fell backwards.
This was because he couldn't hold on any longer, not only physically, but mentally as well, the strength that Han Giang had shown was far beyond him, and he knew that it was useless to hold on, and the moment his heart slackened, his body would not be able to do what he wanted.
Bang!
It was only when Chong Yang collapsed in the ring that those in the stands understood what had happened.
It wasn't that Chong Yang didn't fight back.
It wasn't that he was stunned in the ring and didn't move.
Rather, he, had lost!
Loser!
In one punch, he lost to Han Qianli.
For those who knew Chong Yang's identity, the visual shock this scene gave was almost unparalleled.
"Losing, I can't believe I lost." This was the trembling voice of someone.
"I didn't expect that even Chong Yang would lose so easily."
"A single punch, just a single punch ah, Chong Yang couldn't even carry a single punch."
"This little monster, is he a heavenly god descending? Otherwise, at his age, how could he possess such great strength!"
Watching countless sighing voices swell up on stage, the tone of their voices appeared incredible, and their emotions appeared unbelievable.
There were even many people who looked at Han Qianli with eyes that were no longer contemptuous, but fearful and frightened.
They couldn't imagine what would happen to them if they were standing in the ring!
Moreover, the most terrifying thing was that no one knew if Han Qianxiang had taken out his full strength.
If he still had reservations in this situation, what a terrifying existence it would be!
"It's too strong, too strong." Wang Xiangnian's mouth kept repeating these three words, and at this moment he understood how foolish it was to want Han Qianli to join the Wind Ling Pavilion, how could Han Qianli's strength make him look good to the Wind Ling Pavilion?