Chapter 1019: Chapter 1019

"To clarify, I’m not a Cross Training Martial Master, but because of my military background, I’ve undergone special training, making my hands exceptionally strong."

Before Tang Ming could voice any doubts, Sha Tongliang raised his hands and introduced himself.

"Isn’t this cheating?"

Lin Canghai cursed and shouted at Qin Fang, "He has trained in Iron Fist, clearly more destructive than a typical Inner Martial Master, this is too unfair."

"Sorry, the grand competition only rules out Cross Training Martial Masters for this round, but doesn’t prohibit those responsible for the attack from mastering their techniques."

Qin Fang shook his head, speaking earnestly.

"Damn it, this is clearly foul play, where’s the fairness in that."

Long Ao’s expression also turned cold.

"A bunch of trash, didn’t you hear the host say this isn’t against the rules?"

Fu Renjie laughed smugly, "It’s your Dark Group’s own foolishness for not finding such a well-rounded expert. If you lose, you have only yourselves to blame."

"Indeed, as long as it’s not against the rules, otherwise just forfeit straight away."

Zhao Tianba also laughed mockingly.

Wan Yong frowned slightly, dissatisfied with this unfairness, but considering the outcome of the grand competition, he held back.

"Enough said, since there’s no rule violation, let’s just start the match."

Tang Ming waved his hand, signaling Long Ao and the others to remain calm. Despite the opponent’s expertise in martial techniques, he was confident in his ability to handle it.

"If there are no objections, both parties, prepare to cultivate."

Qin Fang reminded, as he started adjusting the timer.

"Group Leader Tang, your reputation in the Ming Group is truly impressive."

Sha Tongliang summoned his Gang Qi while coldly staring at Tang Ming. He was actually a Seven-star Martial Master but was arranged by Fu Tianyou to participate in this match solely to eliminate Tang Ming.

Both are Seven-star Martial Masters, one only capable of passive defense and unable to retaliate, while the other can attack without restraint, easily overwhelming the defending party.

This was the sure-kill strategy guaranteed by Lengzhan to Fu Tianyou. Sha Tongliang wasn’t just a Seven-star Martial Master, he also trained in Iron Fist and could easily overpower his equivalents.

"Spare me the nonsense, I don’t know you well."

Tang Ming scoffed, summoning a layer of black Gang Qi, and impatiently said, "Bring it on, let me witness the power of this so-called Iron Fist."

"Let the match begin."

As Qin Fang started the timer, Sha Tongliang roared, charging at Tang Ming like a fierce tiger, and aimed a powerful punch at Tang Ming’s chest.

Tang Ming didn’t underestimate his opponent, swiftly cultivating his Gang Qi to gather around his chest in preparation to block the attack.

Just as Sha Tongliang approached Tang Ming, he fixed a cold stare on him and whispered, "You can die now."

Tang Ming’s expression shifted slightly, then immediately sensed Sha Tongliang’s rising momentum.

"A Seven-star Martial Master?"

Tang Ming exclaimed in surprise and breathed in deeply, his own aura surging as well.

Sha Tongliang’s fist slammed into Tang Ming’s Gang Qi, but despite unleashing his true power, he still couldn’t penetrate Tang Ming’s defenses.

"You’re courting death."

Tang Ming’s eyes blazed with killing intent, astonished by the Ming Group’s despicable ploy of deploying a Seven-star Martial Master against him, blatantly ignoring the competition rules.

After failing to kill Tang Ming with his first strike, Sha Tongliang immediately launched a second assault, raining punches like a downpour on Tang Ming, yet he could never breach Tang Ming’s defenses.

As only ten seconds remained, Sha Tongliang, glaring at Tang Ming with a middle-aged face, leaped high, intertwined his fingers, and formed a fist to smash down at Tang Ming’s head.

Instantly, dust and smoke billowed up, obscuring both of their figures.

"Damn it, he’s breached the rules."

Seeing this, Long Ao roared, rushing to the field.

"The match is ongoing, entering now means you’re breaking the rules."

A figure flashed in front of Long Ao, blocking his way.

"Zhao Tianba, get out of my way."

Long Ao roared, directly launching an attack on Zhao Tianba.

Lin Canghai and Wu Xiaoyu also wanted to help, but were stopped by Fu Renjie and Qian Bujun, while Wan Yong stood gloomily at the edge of the field, raising and then lowering his fist.

In this manner, Long Ao and the others engaged in chaotic battle, while Tang Ming faced a massive crisis.

Sha Tongliang had already risked everything; after all, Fu Tianyou had sent him to assassinate Tang Ming, fully aware of the consequences. Since he couldn’t penetrate Tang Ming’s defenses through normal means, he disregarded the match rules and went all out to kill.

Seeing his opponent’s fist coming down, Tang Ming’s eyes flared with killing intent, yet he couldn’t retaliate, for if he did, he’d lose the match.

A thunderous roar accompanied Sha Tongliang’s bellow.

Long Ao and the others cried out in agony.

The audience in the viewing hall also stood up nervously, staring intently at the screen.

"Damn it, those Ming Group scumbags are breaking the rules."

Su Tianyu jumped up, glaring fiercely at Fu Tianbao, "If anything happens to Tang Xin, I’ll never forgive you!"

"Hey, hey, Brother Su, you aren’t being fair with your words."

Fu Tianbao sipped tea, "Although the attacker was arranged by the Ming Group, we are not responsible for whatever actions he takes once he’s on the field, are we?"

"Yeah, perhaps he already had a grudge against Tang Xin, and this is just personal revenge in the guise of a public matter."

Zhao Jincheng nonchalantly chimed in, hoping Tang Ming would be crushed to death.

"Brother Su, don’t act rashly, look!"

Just as Su Tianyu was about to flare up, Lin Qingfeng grabbed his arm and pointed to the big screen.

"Die, die, die, let’s see if you still survive this."

In the office, Fu Tianyu almost pressed his head into the computer screen, staring intently at the dust on the screen.

"Deputy Director, don’t get excited. Sha Tongliang is a Seven-star Martial Master who trained in the Iron Fist. He can rival an Eight-star Master; a direct hit on a Seven-star Master should certainly kill Tang Xin."

Lengzhan offered his analysis cheerfully while standing by.

"I won’t feel assured until I see his corpse, I..."

Fu Tianyou paused mid-sentence, abruptly turning to Lengzhan, "Is this what you call certain death?"

"What? Let me see..."

Startled, Lengzhan quickly moved closer, then widened his eyes in disbelief, exclaiming, "How’s this possible?"

On the field, as the dust cleared, Tang Ming stood rock-solid like a boulder, entirely unscathed, while Sha Tongliang lay on the ground, arms shattered, face pale, moaning in pain.