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The referee whistled and announced the official start of the match.

Ye Zixin didn't challenge Ding Feng for the sake of face. She saw Ding Feng's match videos and decided that he was an expert who could improve her own strength. Thus, she casually found a reason to challenge Ding Feng.

She was a martial arts fanatic and did not care about anything other than training to improve her strength. According to her mentality, surpassing Zhu Yueluo was only a matter of time. Unfortunately, she was still unable to awaken her spiritual force and could only fight in the mortal world.

Ye Zixin was, after all, a Martial Monarch. The moment the match started, she immediately adjusted her state of mind and stopped being disturbed by Ding Feng. Ding Feng silently gave her a Like in his heart.

"Falling Ying Divine Palm!" Ye Zixin's palms fluttered around like butterflies, dazzling everyone who saw it. This was a palm technique that she specially used to counter Ding Feng's' Borrowing Energy '. Its power was not great, but its speed was extremely fast.

With his hands behind his back, it was as if he was sticking close to the ground and moving with the wind. He moved between Ye Zixin's palms and did not let her touch a single piece of his clothes.

Seeing that the palm did not work, Ye Zizi retreated and stopped his attack. Ding Feng did not pursue him and said with a smile, "I just said that you would not hit me. If you have no other way, you can only admit defeat."

"Why didn't you fight back?" Ye Zixin asked.

"I've never hit a woman before. Although I agreed with what my brother said the other day, I admit that I was wrong today. You're actually still very feminine."

"You don't need to acknowledge whether I'm a woman or not! Dragon Seizing Art! " Ye Zixin gave a loud shout, and suddenly unleashed a powerful move. The Dragon Seizing Art required a deep inner force to be used as a foundation, and its greatest ability was to create a suction force to interfere with the opponent's movement technique, causing the opponent to reveal an opening, and then launch a thunderbolt attack.

Ding Feng could naturally feel the suction force from the Dragon Seizing Art. However, he did not resist this force. Instead, he took advantage of it and made a more profound movement. On the other side, Ye Zixin had a completely different feeling. Every move she used with her Dragon Seizing Art was effective, causing Ding Feng's body to shift slightly.

Originally, it should have been her turn to attack, but Ding Feng was like a prophet. Every time, he would stand at the most awkward position, making her unable to attack. After a few consecutive moves, she felt so stifled that she wanted to vomit blood.

Ye Zixin almost staggered backwards in retreat, but Ding Feng did not pursue him. Instead, he grinned and said, "Do you still have more moves? If it doesn't, then admit defeat. "

"How did you do it?" Ye Zixin asked in shock.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you. "

"Really? If you don't teach me, then you're an old dog! " Ye Zixin cheered.

Ding Feng, the black line, isn't it always said about puppies? Why did she become an old dog when she came here?

"Hit me!" Ye Zixin suddenly said.

"What?" Ding Feng suspected that he had misheard.

"I said hit me!"

"I don't hit women."

"I beg of you, please hit me!" Ye Zixin actually started to act coquettishly.

Ye Zixin, who was usually as cold as an iceberg, could actually act so coquettishly. Furthermore, his words caused the audience to be greatly shocked, and Ye Zixin's words caused everyone to instantly crumble.

Ding Ning was chewing gum as he watched Ding Feng vent his anger on him, admiring Ye Zixin's sullen expression. Ding Ning swallowed back the gum she suddenly said, feeling his eyeballs about to pop out of their sockets.

Ding Feng was equally stupefied. He stuttered, "But I … I … I really don't beat women."

Ye Zixin completely ignored the shattered glasses on the floor and walked towards Ding Feng with her hands behind her back. Ding Feng looked at her blankly. "Are you going to fight or not?" Ye Zixin asked when they were one step away.

"I won't." Ding Feng shook his head.

Ye Zixin took another half step forward, almost reaching Ding Feng's chest. "Are you going to fight?"

Ding Feng could not help but take a step back. Looking at the stunned audience, he scratched his head, not knowing what to do. He could not help but ask, "Why?"

"Are you going to fight?" Ye Zixin pressed closer and closer, causing Ding Feng to retreat seven or eight steps. Suddenly, he heard Ding Ning shouting madly from the stands, "Hit her! Hit her! Hit her! " Ding Feng looked at him with hidden bitterness. Suddenly, more people followed and shouted, "Hit her!" Hit her! "

Ding Feng said to Ye Zixin: "Did you beat these people? Why are you telling me to hit you? "

"Are you going to fight?" Ye Zixin turned a deaf ear to his words.

Ding Feng helplessly asked, "Where?"

"Whatever!"

"That's not good!" Ye Zixin glanced at the spot closest to him.

Ye Zixin's face turned slightly red, but he still stubbornly said, "Come on! If you don't hit me and I force you out of the arena, then you will lose! "

"Then I …"

"You're not allowed to admit defeat!" Ding Feng was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"Hit her!" Hit her! Hit her! "

Ding Feng gritted his teeth. "Have you seen a bowl-sized fist before?" With a whoosh, he dashed towards Ye Zixin's face.

Ye Zixin's entire body tensed, her pupils constricted. She had already prepared the ultimate move that she was going to use — Eighteen Falls! She would explode forth with her extreme speed and power the instant she exerted force, borrowing the opponent's strength to launch a series of combined moves before defeating the opponent in the end.

Ding Feng's fist was getting closer and closer to her face, and Ye Zixin was already prepared to be beaten into a panda eye. Suddenly, he realized that Ding Feng had changed his move, opened up his five fingers and formed a palm with his fist.

"Three inches!" Ye Zixin chanted in her heart. Ding Feng's palm was only three inches away from her, and the wind from it caused her hair to flutter. Suddenly, Ding Feng changed his style, retracting his palm and changing his claws.

"Single Solar Finger!" Ye Zixin turned pale with fright. This was her nemesis that had been hit eighteen times in a row, and when she attacked, her weight was flat and she wouldn't be affected by any of her attacks. She couldn't borrow any strength, and would only be knocked unconscious by this attack.

"It's too late …" Ye Zixin despaired, thinking that if this person could see through all of her plans, she would have no chance to defeat him. He was too terrifying!

Ding Feng took three steps back and said to Ye Zixin, "I'm done."

Ye Zixin looked at him blankly. She was already prepared to be knocked out. What was the situation now? He couldn't help but feel wronged as he said, "You don't keep your word. What do you mean by this?"

"I'll keep my word. I beat your dandruff too, right? Here, this is your dandruff, you can't not admit it." Ding Feng stretched out his finger for Ye Zixin to see.

Ye Zixin stared at the dandruff on the tip of his finger in a daze for a long time before he weakly said, "I lost." Then he walked off the stage in a daze.

Ding Feng turned to Zhu Yue and pointed his middle finger at her. "Get the hell down here for a beating!"