Chapter 1014: Chapter 1014

The crowd suddenly erupted in confusion, staring blankly at Tang Ming.

The competitors from the Ming Group faction stood at an absolute advantage, yet Tang Ming actually refused to let Lin Canghai compete at this moment, what was going on?

"Tang Xin, what are you doing?"

Lin Canghai was also anxious and quietly said, "Qian Bujun is just a Six-star Inner Martial Master, I’m absolutely confident I can beat him, why not let me compete."

Tang Ming shot Lin Canghai a glance and reminded him, "Don’t forget who the second-place winner was in the rapid elimination competition; this fat guy is definitely not as simple as he looks."

"At that time, Qian Bujun’s results were even better than Zhao Tianba’s, he took only two seconds to knock down the target."

Wu Xiaoyu recalled and quickly explained.

"He’s really that formidable?"

Lin Canghai was now dazed.

"Anyway, you are definitely not his match. If you want to seek doom, agree to his competition, or else hold back."

Tang Ming yawned; he had already done all he could. Whether Lin Canghai would heed his advice was none of Tang Ming’s concern.

"Then, I should listen to you, right?"

After a moment of silence, Lin Canghai helplessly looked at Tang Ming. No matter what, he believed Tang Ming certainly wouldn’t harm him, since he said he’s not a match, then he really must not be a match.

"Listening is being obedient."

Tang Ming nodded in satisfaction.

"Lin Canghai, you coward, are you really going to refuse my challenge?"

Qian Bujun glanced at Tang Ming with apprehension and then mocked Lin Canghai.

"Tang Xin’s words are mine, he says I’m not competing, then I’m not competing."

Despite feeling displeased, Lin Canghai put on a carefree facade.

"Worthless, Xiaoyu must be blind to like someone like you."

Qian Bujun couldn’t help but curse.

"I’m handsome! What can you do to me, huh?"

Lin Canghai adjusted his bangs and showed off arrogantly.

"Trash, worthless..."

Qian Bujun immediately started cursing incessantly.

No matter how he provoked, Lin Canghai maintained an unperturbed stance like a pig unafraid of boiling water.

Upon seeing Tang Ming stop Lin Canghai from competing, Qian Weiguo’s room in the observation hall also saw him mock and ridicule Lin Qingfeng.

Because Lin Qingfeng too refused to place bets with Qian Weiguo in this round, infuriating Qian Weiguo to the point of nearly jumping to hit him.

"Qian Bujun, if you want to compete, please attack the wall as soon as possible, don’t waste any more time."

Seeing Qian Bujun’s endless cursing, Qin Fang had to intervene.

Qian Bujun snorted angrily and glanced at the others, "I’m not just talking about him, all of you here are worthless."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ming and Wan Yong’s expressions turned cold; this damned fatso was too cocky.

Long Ao and the others were also quite angered—if it weren’t for the inappropriate occasion, they would’ve stormed over to beat this guy.

Once ready, Qian Bujun wasted no time; his body charged at the wall like a tank, throwing a punch to release this bottled-up anger.

In the next moment, a figure of 650kg appeared on the display, shocking everyone.

"Is this guy really a Six-star Martial Master?"

Lin Canghai was stunned, overwhelmed by Qian Bujun’s power.

"No way, even Seven-star Martial Masters aren’t this monstrous, his score is above mine and Zhao Tianba’s."

Long Ao gulped with difficulty; he barely managed to hit a score of 602kg, and Qian Bujun actually hit 650, nearly a hundred more.

"Not competing, just one punch."

Qian Bujun looked contently at his score, sneering, "Wan Yong and Tang Xin, if either of you can exceed this, I’ll accept it; no one else here can beat this score."

As his words fell, Qian Bujun arrogantly strode off.

Zhao Tianba stammered, unable to speak.

To have lost to Long Ao was one thing, but now losing to Qian Bujun too was a slap in the face for someone so determined to win.

"Thank goodness I didn’t bet against him; otherwise, I’d have lost miserably."

Lin Canghai wiped cold sweat off his brow, gratefully looking at Tang Ming; had Tang Ming not timely intervened, his girlfriend would’ve been lost.

"I didn’t expect him to be so ruthless either."

Tang Ming looked gravely at Qian Bujun; earlier he felt that Qian Bujun must have some reliance to achieve such a good score in the rapid elimination competition but didn’t expect him to outperform Long Ao and Zhao Tianba. How much strength was this guy hiding?

"Could it be that he’s also hiding his cultivation like us?"

Wu Xiaoyu’s eyes lit with a spirit light, quickly asking softly.

Long Ao was unsure, anxiously looking at Tang Ming, "Although I know Group Leader Tang your strength is formidable, this Qian Bujun is more powerful than both me and Zhao Tianba; can you really stand up to him?"

"Beating him isn’t an issue, I’m more concerned about someone else."

Tang Ming turned gravely towards Wan Yong; with only him and Wan Yong yet to compete, he was confident he’d surpass Qian Bujun and believed Wan Yong probably could too; but this round’s competitive dynamics couldn’t be determined yet.

While Tang Ming was assessing Wan Yong, Wan Yong was also observing Tang Ming, realizing they shared the same intent; the only opponent they valued was each other.

"Now, only Wan Yong and Tang Xin haven’t competed; not sure who’s going first?"

Qin Fang uncertainly evaluated them both, smiling inquisitively.

"Wan Yong, you’d better not strike first; otherwise, giving him a benchmark will be troublesome."

Qian Bujun casually spoke while eating, reminding, "Don’t forget Zhao Tianba and Lin Canghai’s prior examples."

Upon hearing this, Wan Yong, ready to step forward, paused to reconsider this matter.

The first to strike shows an unknown score, while the latter can leverage the former’s score as mental support!

In a duel of evenly matched rivals, this has a significant impact; even Wan Yong has to carefully ponder.

It’s similar to two competitors in a push-up contest; the first one can only perform to their limit and will stop when they can’t continue.

While the latter knows that merely exceeding the former by one or two ensures victory and can persist.

"Host, it’s a contest for the first position between them; whoever strikes first is at a disadvantage; do you have a way to solve this issue?"

Seeing Wan Yong remain silent, Long Ao promptly asked Qin Fang.

"If neither wishes to go first, we’ll have to decide the sequence through a draw."

Qin Fang thought for a moment and suggested.