Chapter 1034: Chapter 1034

"Finally, it’s time for me to face you."

On the stage, Long Ao stared at Wan Yong with sharp eyes.

"You’re not my match, just admit defeat quickly; don’t waste everyone’s time."

Wan Yong looked at Long Ao with an arrogant expression.

"Heh, even if I’m not your match, I won’t let you win easily." Long Ao assumed a stance, watching Wan Yong playfully:

"By the way, let me remind you, I won’t fake my defeat like Fu Renjie, so feel free to come at me. Let me see what you’re truly capable of."

"Do you think I’ll believe you?"

Wan Yong snorted coldly. If Long Ao hadn’t reminded him, it would have been fine, but now with this reminder, he grew wary.

After both sides were ready, Qin Fang announced the start of the match.

Long Ao roared furiously, a layer of white Gang Qi appeared on his body, and he initiated the attack on Wan Yong immediately.

Wan Yong took a deep breath and quickly gathered Gang Qi but didn’t take the initiative to attack.

Facing Long Ao, a long-famous genius, although confident to defeat him, he was cautious of being deceived by his tactics. Thus, choosing defense was the wise move.

As Long Ao charged halfway, he suddenly transformed into seven phantom clones, surrounding Wan Yong and launching a gang attack.

Wan Yong squinted his eyes, stood in place, and rapidly spun around using his body as the center, hands and feet swinging in front.

The sound of fists and feet clashing echoed on the stage.

The audience could only see Wan Yong standing while being attacked by seven or eight Long Ao clones, without being able to discern the specific movements between the two.

Seeing Long Ao attacking Wan Yong, Wu Xiaoyu jumped up excitedly.

"This guy is really stronger than me. Seven-star Martial Master cultivation is impressive!"

Lin Canghai swallowed, with a look of amazement.

"Heh, Qian Bujun’s strength surpasses Long Ao. Without my help, if you faced Qian Bujun, you probably wouldn’t withstand even one move."

Tang Ming chuckled and faintly glanced at Lin Canghai.

"We’re brothers, it’s only right for you to help me."

Lin Canghai awkwardly looked at Tang Ming.

"Nonsense, I said this to warn you to know your limits in the future and stop doing things that are basically sending yourself to death."

Tang Ming disdainfully curled his lips: "A real man knows when to advance and retreat. Doing something idiotic with zero chance of success is something only fools would do."

"Cough, cough, I know I’ve erred, and I’ll definitely act within my limits in the future."

Lin Canghai kept nodding, then turned to the stage: "Do you think Long Ao has a chance to win this round?"

"There’s no chance of winning; his defeat is inevitable, just depends on how Wan Yong will make it happen."

Tang Ming narrowed his eyes, his attention once again focused on Wan Yong.

Despite Long Ao putting up a fierce fight, seemingly suppressing Wan Yong,

in reality, Wan Yong remained still, effectively neutralizing Long Ao’s relentless attacks with minimal physical exertion.

Tang Ming knew Wan Yong was waiting for an opportunity to land a decisive strike and end the fight; now it depended on how long Long Ao could hold on.

"Wan Yong, do you only know how to defend passively?"

Long Ao threw a punch at Wan Yong’s head, tauntingly shouting.

"Taunt me once you breach my defense."

Wan Yong turned his head, dodged Long Ao’s punch, and instinctively raised his hand to strike Long Ao’s chest.

Long Ao immediately puffed his chest, staring at Wan Yong with no intent to dodge as his attack approached.

Wan Yong cursed angrily, quickly retracting his hand, and stepped back, wary of Long Ao’s deception and unwilling to attack recklessly.

"Haha, you’re hesitating like a rat concerned for the bell; let’s see how long you can keep this up."

Long Ao laughed triumphantly, his attacks becoming fiercer.

In Long Ao’s offense-focused strategy, disregarding his safety, Wan Yong retreated again and again, soon reaching the stage’s edge without realizing it.

While attacking Wan Yong from the front, Long Ao was the first to notice the situation behind Wan Yong, instantly overjoyed!

If this continued, Wan Yong might be forced off the stage.

If he could knock Wan Yong off the stage, he would win the match.

With Wan Yong losing a match today, the gap between him and Tang Ming would widen, increasing the chances of the Dark Group faction winning the martial arts tournament.

Thinking of this, Long Ao’s attacks grew even more ferocious.

When Wan Yong backed to the stage’s edge, just a step away from leaving, Long Ao immediately concentrated all his power, preparing for his strongest attack.

With a fierce shout, Long Ao’s body began to blur, followed by countless phantoms simultaneously rushing at Wan Yong, forming a fan-shaped formation pressing from several directions.

As the phantoms launched their attack, Wan Yong coldly smiled, suddenly stomped, grabbed forward fiercely with both hands, and then pulled backward along the momentum.

Long Ao exclaimed in shock, not expecting Wan Yong to instantly identify his true form and grab his arm in a hold.

All phantoms on stage disappeared, and Long Ao’s body flew uncontrollably off the stage!

Due to his forceful charge, under Wan Yong’s skillful leverage maneuver, he couldn’t stop himself.

Long Ao heavily hit the ground, bouncing up quickly.

"The match is over; competitor Long Ao fell off the stage, the winner is competitor Wan Yong."

As Long Ao was about to attack, Qin Fang’s voice suddenly rang out.

Long Ao suddenly came to his senses, looking in disbelief at Wan Yong standing at the stage’s edge, as well as his own position.

Originally aiming to push Wan Yong off the stage, but unexpectedly, he himself fell first.

"Tricks of no consequence; did you really think I couldn’t spot your true self?"

Wan Yong standing on the stage scoffed at Long Ao: "I intentionally retreated, waiting for your full-force strike just to make you fall."

"Damn, you’ve been planning this against me all along."

Long Ao finally realized and cursed disgustedly.

"It’s your own incompetence."

Wan Yong scoffed, arrogantly declared: "If the rules weren’t so restrictive, with your flashy useless techniques, I’d finish you with a single blow."

With those words, Wan Yong confidently strode off the stage!

This round, he won through intellect, not because he couldn’t defeat Long Ao, but because he didn’t want to waste energy.

Watching Wan Yong’s retreating figure, Long Ao clenched his fists, then sighed helplessly, a loss is a loss.

"Brother Long, come back; you’re already amazing."

Seeing Long Ao’s painful expression, Wu Xiaoyu quickly called out.