Qin Gang felt pressure at this moment, heavy pressure. He thought victory was assured, but he never expected the opponent to have hidden his strength!
You must know that his killing move just now was very powerful. A single misstep could lead to serious injury or even death. Even with Elder Fang's protection, there was still a risk of severe injury. Yet, the opponent hid his strength under such circumstances. He didn't know how to describe Yang Feilong.
Now, he still didn't believe he would lose to Yang Feilong, but winning would be very difficult!
Boom!
The spear pierced the air. At this moment, he unleashed his strongest killing move without any reservations. Before, he had some reservations, fearing he might kill Yang Feilong. Now, he had no such worries.
Swish!
Yang Feilong made his move, his sword light like a white rainbow piercing the sun.
At this moment, Qin Gang felt immense terror. With a loud bang, his killing move was shattered. His spear was struck by a terrifying force, causing his face to change drastically. Before he could react, a long sword landed at his throat!
"You..." Qin Gang swallowed, looking at Yang Feilong in shock.
"Damn it! This guy's explosive power is so strong!"
"Qin Gang's trump card was instantly broken!"
"How is his strength so great? He actually hid so much power before!"
"He really hid his strength, and hid so much of it!"
Those young peerless prodigies, seeing Yang Feilong defeat Qin Gang in an instant, couldn't help but gasp.
"Interesting!" Fang Qingxue looked at Yang Feilong, showing a strong interest for the first time. She had thought it would take time for Yang Feilong to grow to a level that could threaten her. But now, with his performance in defeating Qin Gang, although he still couldn't threaten her, it was enough to make her pay attention!
"I lost!" Qin Gang said, looking at Yang Feilong with a complex expression.
Yang Feilong sheathed his sword and stood calmly, "You are very good!"
Hearing Yang Feilong's words, Qin Gang's lips twitched. "You are very good?"
Was this praise or mockery?
"Is this guy sick? He could have defeated me before, why did he hide so much strength? Was he trying to toy with me?"
Yang Feilong certainly wasn't toying with him. He had no such interest.
For someone who had "helped" him break through in both cultivation and martial arts, Yang Feilong found him quite pleasing to the eye.
"Next!" Yang Feilong said again after Qin Gang stepped down from the stage.
And at a spot outside the arena.
Xu Xinghe and Tie Yunhan had just recovered from their shock.
"He actually hid his strength? And so much of it?"
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe it!"
Elder Fang's eyes flickered. To be honest, he was also startled. He never expected Yang Feilong to possess such terrifying combat power. But he saw something: Yang Feilong had deliberately hidden his strength before for tempering. Why temper?
Moreover, the true qi he displayed just now was a bit impure, looking somewhat like a special ability?
Elder Fang's insight far surpassed Xu Xinghe and Tie Yunhan, so he could see things others couldn't. However, this time he didn't speak out, only his eyes flickered as he pondered something.
Below the arena, two people exchanged glances.
These two were both at the middle stage of the Heavenly Martial Realm, comparable to Qin Gang, and their strength was limited.
Yang Feilong's displayed strength was clearly superior to theirs. Even if they went up, it would be difficult to succeed. But not going up would be retreating without a fight.
"I'll do it!" At this moment, someone spoke.
It was one of the two cultivators at the late stage of the Heavenly Martial Realm, besides Fang Qingxue!
The Dragon Tiger Squad had twelve people: three women and nine men. The nine men consisted of three at the early stage of the Heavenly Martial Realm, three at the middle stage, two at the late stage, and one at the perfect stage!
Among the three women, Fang Qingxue was at the late stage of the Heavenly Martial Realm. The other two women were one at the early stage and one at the middle stage of the Heavenly Martial Realm!
The oldest of these twelve was not yet thirty-five, and the youngest was Fang Qingxue, at twenty-five!
They were all considered top prodigies anywhere.
One could not be called a prodigy just because they were over thirty. They had all come from being prodigies.
"Cheng Xinliang, I request your guidance!" Cheng Xinliang said, holding a broad saber and cupping his fists towards Yang Feilong.
"Please make your move!" Yang Feilong replied.
Boom!
Cheng Xinliang didn't hesitate. In an instant, he attacked. The broad saber instantly unleashed power like a bursting flood, pouring out endless terrifying force to suppress Yang Feilong.
Yang Feilong held his sword horizontally across the air.
All terrifying power shattered. Where the sword pointed, a fearsome sword energy flashed like lightning towards Cheng Xinliang!
"Hmph!" Cheng Xinliang saw the terrifying nature of Yang Feilong's sword strike and chose not to meet it head-on. While using his broad saber to defend, he retreated to dissipate the force. As soon as the force was dissipated, he prepared to launch an attack, but in the next moment, his target disappeared. The next moment, he felt the target appear, but his face suddenly changed, because Yang Feilong had already approached him!
The sword descended with explosive terror!
He resisted with all his might, and the broad saber unleashed unparalleled power.
Bang!
In the next moment, a collision sound echoed through the air.
Like two high-speed trucks moving towards each other, they slammed into each other, and a terrifying explosion rang out.
Pfft!
Cheng Xinliang spat out blood and was sent flying backward. In contrast, Yang Feilong only retreated a step. Then, in the next moment, Yang Feilong charged forward again. Cheng Xinliang's eyes turned cold; he absolutely would not allow himself to be defeated so easily!
Boom!
But Yang Feilong unleashed the power of his Swordplay of Following the Heart!
Cheng Xinliang's face changed drastically, because the power of the swordplay Yang Feilong displayed was too terrifying. He repeatedly unleashed killing moves in an attempt to resist.
But the result was still defeat!
Pfft, pfft!
Cheng Xinliang suffered a series of wounds, barely blocking Yang Feilong's killing moves, but Yang Feilong's figure disappeared before his eyes. In the next moment, a voice sounded from behind him: "Do you want to continue?"
Cheng Xinliang felt a cold glint at his vital spot behind him. He knew it was Yang Feilong's long sword. If this were a battle between enemies, that sword would have already pierced through, and he knew the result: he would be dead or severely injured. Even if it were just severe injury, with the opponent following up with another strike, he would surely perish!
"I lost!" Cheng Xinliang's powerless voice rang out.
Originally, he thought there would be no more combat geniuses like Fang Qingxue, but he never expected to encounter one today.
The opponent was several years younger than Fang Qingxue, and more than a decade younger than him. Yet, during combat, he was as casual as strolling in a garden. This gave him a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Big Orange actually lost too?"
"Lost cleanly and decisively. Is this guy's strength really this great?"
"Even Big Orange is not his opponent, and it seems the gap is quite significant. Our Dragon Tiger team only has the captain and vice-captain left who can defeat him?"
"Who says not!"