Chapter 1037: Chapter 1037

"I didn’t sense Tang Xin launching any attack, is he really attacking?"

Wan Yong stared at Tang Ming with a puzzled expression.

"His attacks have always been quite strange, both Qian Bujun and I have experienced them, there’s absolutely no warning." Fu Renjie quickly spoke up and reminded:

"It might be because Zhao Tianba is a Seven-star Cross Training Martial Master with incredible defensive power, so he’s able to withstand his attacks."

Qian Bujun nodded solemnly, seemingly his cultivation is higher than Zhao Tianba’s, the only difference being Zhao Tianba is a Cross Training Martial Master.

"Darn it, able to block so many of my attacks, it seems I have to increase my attack power." Tang Ming stood in front of Zhao Tianba, snarling:

"This time I’m going to use both fingers, I don’t believe you can still be completely unaffected."

"Bring it on, I’ve already seen through your attack, that so-called Tang One Finger absolutely can’t break through my defense; increasing attack power is also useless."

Zhao Tianba called out confidently.

Tang Ming slowly raised both hands, then assumed a stance ready to launch his attack.

Zhao Tianba immediately went into cultivation mode frantically, bringing his Gang Qi to a perfect state, although boasting nonchalance, he was deeply apprehensive in his heart about Tang Ming’s impending attack.

The main reason being the bizarre scene of Qian Bujun inexplicably losing fighting power earlier was too strange, he dared not be careless.

"Tang One Finger enhancement..."

After preparing, Tang Ming roared, the words only half said, he suddenly leaped up, his two palms furiously striking towards Zhao Tianba’s chest.

Under Tang Ming’s fierce attack, the frantically defending Zhao Tianba had no chance to retaliate, the whole man was driven back repeatedly, in the blink of an eye retreating to the edge of the platform.

"Not good, Zhao Tianba, quickly counterattack."

Wan Yong’s face changed dramatically, urging anxious calls.

Zhao Tianba just opened his mouth, but his left foot blanked, his body uncontrollably tilted towards below the platform.

Zhao Tianba’s strong body fell to the ground, causing the floor to shake.

Tang Ming stood at the edge of the platform, smiling and dusting his hands.

"Damn it, this isn’t Tang One Finger." Zhao Tianba jumped up, angrily staring at Tang Ming and shouted:

"You didn’t even break my Gang Qi, you’re cheating."

"Haha, since your Gang Qi wasn’t broken, it means I didn’t cause you serious injury, but you’ve already fallen off the platform, I won."

Tang Ming grinned, playfully looking at Zhao Tianba.

"Match over, Zhao Tianba fell off the platform, victor is player Tang Xin!"

Qin Fang’s voice sounded timely.

"Darn it, you tricked me."

At this point, Zhao Tianba finally realized, what nonsense Tang One Finger, Tang Ming never intended to use the previous bizarre attacking method, aiming to just send him off the platform.

"So what? The rules state to knock the opponent off the platform, now you’ve been knocked off, I’ve already won."

Tang Ming straightened his clothes, speaking playfully:

"Luckily, you had your defense at peak state all this time, otherwise I really wouldn’t have had the guts to knock you off, if you retaliated it’d be troublesome."

Zhao Tianba stared at Tang Ming with a grim expression but couldn’t speak out.

Tang Ming used Tang One Finger to scare Zhao Tianba precisely to make the opponent afraid!

Then when the opponent maxed their defense, Tang Ming had the opportunity to freely attack, knocking him off the platform.

After all, a Seven-star Martial Master’s body is tough, coupled with that Gang Qi, even with Tang Ming’s full power, he couldn’t necessarily cause harm, yet could knock him off the platform.

"You guys calculated Long Ao, knocking him off the platform during defense, I calculated this big stupid guy, knocking him off during sustained attack, looks like we’re even again."

Tang Ming ignored Zhao Tianba, turned to Wan Yong, speaking humorously.

Wan Yong snorted coldly, inwardly cursing Zhao Tianba’s uselessness.

Tang Ming knocked Zhao Tianba off the platform using no Gang Qi, laughable to think he relied on Zhao Tianba to exhaust Tang Ming’s strength, truly frustrating.

Returning to the rest area, Long Ao and the others immediately surrounded him.

"Tang Xin, was your Tang One Finger real or fake?"

Lin Canghai immediately asked.

"Yeah yeah, was Zhao Tianba truly able to withstand your strange attack, or did you fool him?"

Wu Xiaoyu also looked at Tang Ming curiously.

"No need to ask, Group Leader Tang’s Tang One Finger must have lacked attacking power." Long Ao’s expression was odd, looking at Tang Ming:

"His goal was to make Zhao Tianba fully open defensive power, meanwhile stealthily approach the body, ultimately knocking him off the platform in one go."

"Brother Long is indeed smart; if I hadn’t scared that big idiot, he’d retaliate, I’d be in trouble."

Tang Ming smiled, sat in a chair and began drinking water.

"You really are a powerful yet cunning fellow, using such means to defeat a Seven-star Cross Training Martial Master, it’s shameless."

Wu Xiaoyu looked at Tang Ming speechlessly, then laughed: "But I like it."

On the other side, Wan Yong and the others looked at Zhao Tianba with disdain.

Zhao Tianba hung his head dejectedly, not daring to meet Wan Yong and others’ eyes.

Boasting that at minimum he’d exhaust two-thirds of Tang Ming’s strength, now it’s good, the opponent won without using Gang Qi, truly making him eat dirt.

Wan Yong sighed, no longer wanting to say anything, today’s match would ultimately depend on the battle between him and Tang Ming; these useless teammates were utterly unreliable.

"Cough cough, let’s not be too disheartened, blame it on Tang Xin being too cunning, too shameless."

Seeing his camp’s morale low, Fu Renjie hurriedly spoke to lift the mood.

"There’s no meaning saying this now, it all rests on Wan Yong in the final match."

Qian Bujun pursed his lips, helplessly looking at Wan Yong.

"Relax, I will definitely defeat him." Wan Yong nodded, expressionless:

"Martial arts duel, no possibility of a draw, this round must determine the winner between him and me."

"Sorry, I didn’t expect that guy to be so shameless."

Zhao Tianba apologized looking at Wan Yong.

"No matter, let’s see true skill in combat."

Wan Yong waved his hand dismissively, closed his eyes and started meditating, truly not wanting to pay attention to the teammates anymore.

After this round ended, Qin Fang immediately instructed staff to bring in prepared food, supplying the competitors for dining.

Among the nine competitors, aside from Meng Shuangfei calmly eating, and Tang Ming eating heartily without concern, the others had no appetite, all pondering the situation of the final match.