This was a fierce clash between two geniuses, both possessing special bloodlines.
Both unleashed terrifying power, locked together, their fists and palms meeting flesh, colliding repeatedly.
One appeared god-like, the other celestial, their every move igniting runes like fireworks, their savage energies clashing incessantly, the entire battle stage a spectacle of brilliance.
"Truly impressive, the younger generation pushing forward like waves in the Yangtze River. With such powerful young talents, it seems our Southern Domain is poised for glory."
"Can these heaven-blessed prodigies contend with the geniuses from other regions of the world?"
"Alas, the talents we can boast in the Southern Domain are few and far between. It is said that other regions have no shortage of geniuses with special bloodlines and constitutions. The gap is still significant."
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The spectacular duel sparked fervent discussion among the onlookers.
Many had initially held low expectations for Langya, but Lin Mengmeng's dominant victory in the first match and Xuanyang's even performance against Jiang Ang had begun to shift some perspectives.
To earn recognition and respect from others, one must possess sufficient strength.
Langya had proven its might to the world through its power.
"A pity, Xuanyang's cultivation realm is still a bit lower. If he had reached the Emperor Realm, he probably wouldn't have much trouble dealing with Jiang Ang."
Some were highly optimistic about Xuanyang, praising him in this manner.
Fighting against a stronger opponent and holding his ground, Xuanyang's performance was truly outstanding.
If their cultivation realms were the same, Jiang Ang would not have been able to withstand Xuanyang for many moves.
Jiang Ang fought with broad, powerful strikes, the stone slabs around him constantly cracking, his feet leaving pits in the ground.
The more he fought, the more astonished he became, feeling an unprecedented struggle against an opponent of the same generation.
He had initially thought Xuanyang was merely fast in his movement techniques, but he hadn't expected his physique to be so formidable, no less than his own. Xuanyang's strength was continuous, showing no signs of weakening.
Moreover, for some reason, Jiang Ang found Xuanyang's manner of swinging his fists and hitting him to be increasingly captivating and adorable.
"Impossible, Jiang Ang is actually being worn down by him."
Du Mubai was utterly shocked. After continuous high-intensity combat, both sides had expended a significant amount of stamina and spiritual energy.
Jiang Ang was clearly showing signs of exhaustion, while Xuanyang showed no fatigue, remaining incredibly fierce.
"You're already exhausted so quickly? How useless."
Xuanyang's smile grew even brighter. Indeed, he was the true man; his opponent was clearly running out of steam.
He became even more ferocious, his luminous white palms emitting dazzling light. Each palm strike caused deafening roars, and the void itself trembled.
The surrounding crowd was greatly surprised. This fellow had been holding back, and now his offensive power had suddenly increased.
Xuanyang was enveloped in a pink radiance, his blood energy surging like a tide. As he moved, he stirred up gusts of wind.
Jiang Ang could not resist, retreating repeatedly. The rocks beneath his feet continuously cracked, and a surge of blood and energy churned within his chest.
"I never imagined Xuanyang to be this terrifying. Jiang Ang is going to lose."
Fang Tong murmured to herself, believing that if she were to face Xuanyang, the outcome might only be a fifty-fifty chance.
This made her somewhat annoyed. She believed she couldn't defeat Lin Mengmeng, who possessed the Zhen Tian Ba Ti, and now she had no confidence in winning against Xuanyang. Was she really only destined to crush Wang Wenjian, the weakling?
She had always been confident in her own strength. Within the Southern Domain, she had never conceded to anyone except a handful of exceptionally prominent prodigies.
The sudden emergence of two formidable opponents had given her a significant shock.
Boom...
Xuanyang's aura surged to its peak, his entire body radiating an explosive glow. He swept out with a flying kick, sending Fang Tong flying.
He let out a low roar, his body transforming into a ball of light as he pursued, countless palm strikes enveloping Jiang Ang's form, relentlessly striking him.
Jiang Ang roared, the blood-red halo around him intensifying, yet it continuously shattered under Xuanyang's assault.
"Pfft..."
Jiang Ang coughed up blood, his protective halo completely shattered. His body was struck repeatedly, emitting dull thuds like muffled drums.
"Lie down for me."
Xuanyang pressed down with both hands, a massive palm condensing from the void and slamming down forcefully, driving Jiang Ang into the battle stage.
Dust billowed, and碎石 (suì shí - shattered stones) flew. Jiang Ang's face turned ashen. He struggled, but ultimately could not stand up.
Jiang Ang was defeated!
"My esteemed mentor, Ji Mo, he is forever our god! Everything I have is owed to Mr. Ji!"
Xuanyang's voice echoed in all directions, then he looked at Du Mubai, "If I am a waste in your eyes, then your students are even less than waste. And what are you, anyway?"
Facing Xuanyang's provocation, Du Mubai's expression turned so grim it seemed water could drip from it. He gritted his teeth but had no room to retort.
Both his students had lost, utterly defeated. The combat power displayed by these two from Langya was truly astonishing.
However, Du Mubai did not attribute this to Ji Mo's effective teaching, but rather to the exceptional talent of Lin Mengmeng and Xuanyang.
"All of them are useless trash. Why can't I encounter such good students? Damn it."
He spat these words through his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked.
Fang Tong's face immediately flushed with anger upon hearing this. What did he mean by that? Was he looking down on her?
Sensing Fang Tong's displeasure, Du Mubai realized he had spoken out of turn. He quickly plastered a smile on his face and spoke softly to Fang Tong, "I was referring to those two wastes. You are my most proud student. From now on, the honor and dignity of Weiyang Academy rest on your shoulders. You cannot let down the expectations of tens of thousands of teachers and students."
Fang Tong's expression improved slightly. As expected, she would ultimately be the one to turn the tide.
As long as she defeated Wang Wenjian, Weiyang Academy could stage a comeback, and she would become the center of attention.
She nodded, "Teacher, rest assured, Wang Wenjian will never be my opponent."
"The second match, Langya Academy wins!"
The referee announced the result, his head still spinning.
This was too bizarre. How had Langya Academy taken a two-to-zero lead?
Their opponents were Weiyang Academy, and this score was too unreal!
Let alone the referee, very few people in the entire venue could believe it. Was Langya truly this strong, to the point where Weiyang Academy had no answer?
If Weiyang Academy lost the third match, wouldn't that mean their dream of five consecutive championships was shattered, and all their glory would end here?
Tang Heng and Zeng Qiyan were speechless.
Their hearts were heavy. This was not the outcome they had hoped for.
"Don't worry, Langya only has three students. If they lose the third match, they'll have no one else to send and will naturally lose. Weiyang Academy's representative in the third match is Fang Tong, who is sure to win."
Tang Heng tried to comfort himself this way.
"Let's hope so."
Zeng Qiyan was somewhat uncertain, lacking much confidence.
He hadn't expected Langya to defeat Weiyang Academy, but he hadn't anticipated them winning so easily. Lin Mengmeng and Xuanyang were completely unharmed, terrifyingly strong.
All they could do now was hope that Fang Tong lived up to her reputation and crushed Wang Wenjian.
Now, he truly had no confidence that Sheng Ling could win against Langya. While he hated to admit it, he had to acknowledge that the students taught by Ji Mo were indeed very strong!