Chapter 1039: Chapter 1039

"In a one-on-one duel, how can there be a draw?"

Wan Changfa smiled faintly, squinting his eyes as he said, "I have complete confidence in my son. If they end up in a draw again this time, you can consider it a win for you. We’re betting that Wan Yong will win."

"That’s right, whether it’s a draw or anything else, as long as Wan Yong doesn’t win, it’s considered our loss."

Fu Tianbao also laughed and agreed, "With such a great advantage, you wouldn’t be afraid to bet, would you?"

Qian Weiguo and Zhao Jincheng nodded with a smile, clearly confident in Wan Yong’s victory.

"What’s going on here, why are they so confident in Wan Yong?"

Wu Dao frowned, looking worriedly at the others, "Could they be planning to pull some trick?"

"Even if there is a trick, we absolutely can’t lose our momentum, and I believe Tang Xin will not let us down."

Su Tianyu gritted his teeth and said boldly, "Let’s place the bet first and talk later."

The group reached an agreement, and both sides began pooling funds, transferring ten billion each into the Meng Family’s account.

"You really trust me, handing over eighty billion to me for safekeeping, not afraid I’ll run away."

After confirming the funds, Meng Xiaolu looked at everyone with a helpless face, she did nothing but gained eighty billion. If she could take off, it would be sweet.

Of course, it was only a thought. The Meng Family is a special existence among the nine great families of the Imperial City. Even if it were a hundred billion, it wouldn’t compare to the Meng Family’s reputation.

At the competition venue, Tang Ming ate four people’s worth of lunch alone, and was just about to rest when the break time ended.

When everyone gathered, Qin Fang announced the results and scores of the last match with a smile, then determined the matchups for the final match:

Round six, Tang Ming vs. Zhao Tianba, Tang Ming 6 wins, Zhao Tianba 4 wins 2 losses;

Wu Xiaoyu vs. Wan Yong, Wu Xiaoyu 1 win 5 losses, Wan Yong 6 wins;

Lin Canghai vs. Fu Renjie, Lin Canghai 2 wins 4 losses, Fu Renjie 6 losses;

Long Ao vs. Qian Bujun, Long Ao 2 wins 4 losses, Qian Bujun 3 wins 3 losses.

The lineup for the final round:

Tang Ming vs. Wan Yong;

Wu Xiaoyu vs. Lin Canghai;

Fu Renjie vs. Long Ao;

Qian Bujun vs. Zhao Tianba.

At this point, no one was interested in anyone else because this round was the peak duel between Wan Yong and Tang Ming!

The two of them alone were enough to decide the outcome of this grand martial arts competition.

Wu Xiaoyu and Fu Renjie immediately forfeited, while Qian Bujun and Zhao Tianba hesitated when they faced each other.

"Brother Qian, which of us should concede?"

Zhao Tianba looked uncertainly at Qian Bujun. His current score was pretty good, and it was hard to willingly concede.

Qian Bujun smiled wearily, "I’ve already embarrassed myself this round, losing to that waste Lin Canghai. Scores don’t matter to me anymore. I concede."

"Thanks for admitting it."

Zhao Tianba immediately grinned in delight.

"Since the results of the other three matches are already determined, let’s invite contestant Tang Xin and contestant Wan Yong to the stage."

Qin Fang called out with some excitement, as today’s hosting was quite dull, and this last peak duel should not disappoint.

Tang Ming and Wan Yong stepped onto the stage under everyone’s tense gaze. As soon as they were on the stage, they began to seriously scrutinize each other.

"In our last hidden weapon shootout, we ended in a draw. This time the one-on-one duel will finally yield a winner."

Wan Yong’s eyes flashed with sharpness as he looked at Tang Ming, his body surging with fighting spirit.

"We indeed need to decide a winner. I’ve been looking forward to this battle with you."

Tang Ming nodded, equally spirited and intense.

"If neither contestant has a problem, the match is officially starting now."

Qin Fang loudly announced the start of the match.

All at once, everyone held their breath. This was a decisive showdown, and everyone was eager to see an exciting contest. The result...

After the match began, Tang Ming and Wan Yong did not immediately engage in a fierce clash but instead stared at each other and began circling on the stage, both searching for a flaw in the other.

"What the heck, why aren’t they fighting?"

A few minutes later, Zhao Tianba shouted with irritation.

"They’re sensing each other’s aura and looking for weaknesses in each other."

Qian Bujun squinted his eyes, fiercely staring at Tang Ming.

Zhao Tianba was thrown off the stage and now hoped Wan Yong’s moves would force that guy to exhibit some strange attacks.

Now he must observe carefully to avoid being disadvantaged in future encounters with Tang Ming.

"Goodness, such an impeccable aura."

Tang Ming sighed silently, staring at Wan Yong as he said, "I didn’t expect that you’re also an Eight-star Martial Master, hiding it so well."

Previously, in the Ming Group’s Biochemical Laboratory, Tang Ming absorbed biochemical poison gas, and his cultivation advanced to Eight-star, though he hadn’t displayed it yet. But facing Wan Yong’s aura test, he had to go all out.

In the collision of auras, he confirmed that Wan Yong had been concealing his cultivation all along, which explained why this guy could always keep pace with him.

Two competitors with the strength of Eight-star Martial Masters against others, if anyone surpassed them, it would be unbelievable.

"We’re the same, being able to withstand my aura implies you’re also an Eight-star Martial Master."

Wan Yong sneered coldly, "It seems then that all previous matches were jokes for us, the outcome of the grand competition depends on this battle."

"In that case, there’s no need for words, if you’re not striking, I will."

As he finished speaking, Tang Ming stomped his foot and quickly charged toward Wan Yong.

During the charge, a wave of dark Gang Qi emerged from his body as he entered combat mode in the charge.

Wan Yong was not to be outdone, also employing a movement technique and gathering Gang Qi as he charged at Tang Ming.

What followed was a blur of fists and kicks clashing!

The speed of both was extremely fast, and except for a very few highly cultivated and perceptive experts who could clearly see their moves, others could only see a yellow figure and a black figure constantly colliding on stage.

"Damn, after the fight started, there’s hardly anything to see, I can’t keep up with their pace at all."

Zhao Tianba couldn’t help but complain, his strength and perception completely unable to keep up with Tang Ming and Wan Yong’s moves.

"No wonder the two of them could pass through all previous matches so easily, their strength has already surpassed the range of Seven-star Martial Masters."

Qian Bujun stared intensely at the stage, and finally couldn’t help but burst out a curse, "Damn, both of them have been concealing their cultivation too."

"Are you saying they’re already Eight-star Martial Masters?"

Fu Renjie stared wide-eyed, exclaiming in shock.