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Liu Laosan threw a heavy punch, bringing with it a strong wind. Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, the fist shot out from the air, forming a golden air current. The air current was in the shape of a tiger's mouth. The sound of tearing silk could be heard from the air, and there was also the sound of a tiger's roar. This person was definitely an expert since he was able to unleash the color and shape of the Genuine Qi.

The bandit man was not willing to be outdone. He widened his eyes, bared his teeth, and waved his palm in the air. The Genuine Qi also took the shape of a palm, and it grew larger and larger. The two of them forcefully blocked off each other. This first move of theirs could be said to be an exciting one. Everyone cheered. If it was any other day, ordinary people would not be able to see such an exquisite battle.

Liu Laosan saw that the attack was counteracting each other, so he decided not to fight in the air. Instead, he flew over and punched at the bandit. He wanted to catch the man off guard, but the bandit was caught off guard. He was forced to take a punch from Liu Laosan, and was forced to take three steps back. Only then did he come back to his senses.

Liu Laosan did not give him the chance to react. He took advantage of the opportunity and threw another punch at the burly man's abdomen. This time, the burly man had learned his lesson. He struck out with his palm to neutralize Liu Laosan's fist force. As his fist and palm met, both of their hair blew up. For a moment, their hair danced wildly like black snakes circling in the air.

The burly man fastened the chassis and gathered the Genuine Qi that was walking in his Dantian in his hand. With the momentum of his palm, he suddenly attacked and forcefully pushed Liu Laosan away. This attack was too fierce. Liu Laosan only managed to stabilize himself after a while of buffer. His forehead was covered in sweat. He was already at a disadvantage. With his physique, he was not a match for the burly man at all.

Liu Laosan changed his strategy. He only defended and did not attack. Although the burly man forced him to retreat, he was no longer able to hit Liu Laosan. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell that Liu Laosan was exhausting the strength of the burly man. However, it took him a lot of effort to dodge such a swift and fierce attack. Although it was less than the burly man's, it did not last long.

The strong man was forced into a hurry. He launched an even more fierce attack. It seemed that he wanted to end the battle quickly. Liu Laosan was not as strong as the strong man. He was exhausted. He was almost hit by Liu Laosan several times, but he managed to escape by luck. Liu Laosan was panting. He was out of breath. His face was red from suffocation. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled on the ground like iron falling down. He was really too weak. When the strong man struck with his palm, Liu Laosan shouted to stop.

"I admit defeat."

Everyone sighed. They thought that Liu Laosan would win by accident. Unexpectedly, it was just as they had thought at the beginning. Liu Laosan's constitution was too weak and he could not defeat him.

The man cupped his fists and bowed, a victorious smile on his face, "Thank you."

Liu Laosan shook his head. He was ashamed of himself and flew off the stage. At this moment, another middle-aged man flew onto the stage. He was as light as a swallow. "I'll meet you!"

This man seemed to be in his forties or fifties. He had a medium build, wore a light green shirt, and held a long sword in his hand. His sword-light was awe-inspiring, and his imposing aura was oppressive. The burly man extended his hand to the side, and the person below immediately handed him a long blade. He weighed the blade in his hand, and with a loud roar, he immediately rushed forward.

When he ran, it was as if the entire arena was trembling. The blade of the long blade reflected a piercing cold light. The light shone over, and the opponent couldn't help but narrow his eyes. His face was also reflected on the surface of the blade.

The sharp blade came at him with a strong wind. The middle-aged man dodged to the side and escaped. The burly man swung his blade again, and with the momentum of sweeping through the army, he struck the arena. The middle-aged man raised his long sword and leaped up.

The sword body was tough and powerful. It only bent and did not break. It even bounced its owner into the air. As soon as the middle-aged man flew into the air, he dodged the blade. Not only that, the middle-aged man also took advantage of the opportunity to aim the blade at the top of his head and pointed it down. The audience broke out in cold sweat.

The long sword drove straight down. It had the momentum of breaking through the sky, carrying with it a sense of death. Fortunately, that burly man reacted in time. He pointed the long blade upwards and the blade of the blade and sword met, immediately forming two huge balls of air.

The one in the lead was like a shooting star, and the one in the lead was like a burning flame that accumulated power. The two of them were evenly matched, and the scene was truly spectacular. The two of them maintained their original positions and did not move, each applying strength to their respective weapons.

When two weapons met, it was both a clash of weapons and a game between humans. The audience held their breaths and focused their attention. They watched extremely seriously, afraid that they would miss out on any detail.

The middle-aged man was a bit cunning. He kicked the brawny man below. In order to avoid this attack, the brawny man had to withdraw his momentum and retreat. Forcefully withdrawing his momentum when he was lucky was a taboo for martial artists. Firstly, once the momentum was retracted, it would cause an impact on the body and damage the body. Secondly, it would give a buffer period of time.

During this period of time, it was undoubtedly the best opportunity for the opponent to attack. The middle-aged man had indeed seized this opportunity. Taking advantage of the fact that the burly man was still delaying the momentum, he held his sword and flew forward at a frightening speed. The people below the arena were unable to clearly see what had just happened. In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man's sword was already pressed against the burly man's neck.

"Do you admit defeat or not?"