A wisp of white smoke drifted out, and Wang Fubao's eyes returned to normal.
Suddenly, Wang Fubao clenched his fist and struck at Shi Bingzhi.
Seeing this, Shi Bingzhi could only raise his hand, clench his fist, and collide with Wang Fubao.
Bang!
With two fists meeting, Shi Bingzhi was sent flying backward.
Sweat trickled down Shi Bingzhi's cheeks. From the beginning, he had underestimated Wang Fubao's strength.
If he were in his prime, he might have been able to fight Wang Fubao on even terms.
Unfortunately, he was now exhausted, while Wang Fubao was in his best condition, leaving him with no chance of winning.
Shi Bingzhi helplessly spread his hands, "Alright, I concede. If we continue, I'll only lose more embarrassingly."
Wang Fubao cupped his fists, looking a bit apologetic, "This victory for Wang is somewhat unearned."
Shi Bingzhi shook his head and waved his hand, "The 'Chuma Xian' is about inviting immortals to fight, so there's no unfairness in this victory."
Shi Bingzhi didn't care about winning or losing the match. After all, the 'She Dao Ren' did not care about fame or fortune. Their appearance this time was simply to witness the heroes among the younger generation of the martial world.
Seeing Shi Bingzhi say this, Wang Fubao could only helplessly clasp his fists, "Then I accept your concession."
The referee, seeing Shi Bingzhi concede, picked up the microphone and shouted, "The victor of this match is the Chuma Xian, Wang Fubao!"
Although the spectators were puzzled by Shi Bingzhi's sudden surrender, they still applauded.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was also confused by Shi Bingzhi's sudden surrender, "Why did Shi Bingzhi suddenly surrender? Although he was at a disadvantage, it wasn't to the point where he had no chance of winning."
Although Shi Bingzhi was at a disadvantage in the previous situation, it wasn't a completely one-sided affair. If he had persevered, he might have won later.
Yu Daochen shook his head and explained, "That move Shi Bingzhi used to disperse the black mist consumed a lot of his stamina, while Wang Fubao is still in his best state. If they continued fighting, Shi Bingzhi would have been defeated without a doubt, so he simply surrendered to avoid a more embarrassing loss."
Hearing Yu Daochen's explanation, Zhang Xiaoqiang picked his nose and scoffed, "Tsk, isn't this just match-fixing? While the analysis is correct, how can you know you won't win without trying? If it were me, I'd fight until the very end."
Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's eager look, Yu Daochen teased, "How about I talk to the referee and let you go down for a round?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly shook his head, "I'm not fighting. I can't beat either of them. Going down there would just be embarrassing, so no thanks!"
Yu Daochen looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's scoundrelly demeanor and shook his head helplessly.
This guy was truly useless at everything except watching the show, always hoping for more chaos.
However, Yu Daochen had a premonition that Shi Bingzhi was still hiding his strength.
This battle also gave Yu Daochen a new perspective on the younger generation of the martial world.
He had initially thought that among the younger generation, only Wang Fubao and Wang Ming were significant figures, but seeing Shi Bingzhi today, he was no less than them, and his strength might even surpass theirs.
Once this Fengtian Grand Assembly concluded, the era of the younger generation would officially begin, with countless young masters emerging.
This era was about to change hands!
Not long after, the referee's voice sounded again from below.
"Please, Liang Jing of the Heavenly Master's Mansion and Wang Ming of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, proceed to the competition area and await."
Everyone's gaze once again focused below.
Yu Daochen also watched intently as they slowly walked out.
In today's martial world, if anyone had the potential to surpass Yu Daochen, it would undoubtedly be Wang Ming of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple.
This was a duel between the strongest of the younger generation from two major martial arts sects, and its significance was immense.
Yu Daochen looked at Liang Jing below. Although he hadn't fought him, Liang Jing had already gained fame throughout the martial world before Yu Daochen became well-known, and he had even traded blows with experts on the Heavenly Ranking.
In terms of fame among the younger generation, besides Wang Ming of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, no one could compare. If not for his recent seclusion for cultivation and Yu Daochen's sudden emergence, the position of unparalleled prodigy would likely have been a contest between Liang Jing and Wang Ming.
Furthermore, he learned from Qiangzi that Liang Jing's strength seemed to have advanced further during his seclusion in the past two years.
Wang Ming looked at Liang Jing, a characteristic evil smile appearing on his face, "Brother Liang, there's no need for us to be so polite. Let's just fight directly."
Liang Jing offered a polite smile, but inwardly, he thought that despite being a monk, Wang Ming gave off a rather sinister aura.
"Since Brother Wang has said so, let's begin," Liang Jing replied with a smile.
Seeing that the two were ready to fight, the referee quickly moved away.
As soon as the referee stepped out of the arena, Liang Jing and Wang Ming simultaneously struck out at each other.
Liang Jing uttered a low cry, "Five Thunder Palm."
As Liang Jing spoke, countless arcs of electricity rapidly condensed in his palm.
Seeing this, Wang Ming was equally unwilling to be outdone and let out a low cry, "Great Vajra Palm!"
Suddenly, a pure and dazzling golden energy condensed in the palm Wang Ming struck out.
The two forces collided, neither giving way. Liang Jing chuckled, "The Buddhist Great Vajra Palm truly lives up to its reputation."
Wang Ming grinned, offering a perfunctory compliment, "The Heavenly Master's Mansion's Five Thunder Palm is also equally renowned."
The two forces between their palms began to become unstable, ready to explode at any moment.
Bang!
An explosion occurred, and a wave of energy scattered.
Both of them retreated simultaneously, exclaiming at the prowess of each other's techniques.