Chapter 1041: Chapter 1041

The arena debris where Tang Ming was about to step suddenly shattered into pieces.

Tang Ming shouted angrily, tilting his body. He grabbed another piece of debris with his left hand, and fiercely struck it towards Wan Yong’s feet with his right hand, causing the energy ball to blast and pulverize the debris beneath.

Then, Tang Ming and Wan Yong continually attacked the debris near each other’s bodies during the descent!

The intention was clear: to prevent the opponent from having a landing spot upon touching down.

For a moment, countless invisible vibration waves and energy bullets clashed in the air, yet they were invisible to the audience.

All the spectators could see were the arena debris exploding continuously in the air, unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Shock Eight Directions."

When Wan Yong was only thirty centimeters away from the ground, he spread his arms in front of him, followed by a roar, sending an invisible wave like a hurricane towards Tang Ming.

Tang Ming had only a breath away from touching down, with his hands creating countless phantom hand shadows, performing in front of him, instantly condensing all his inner energy into dense energy balls, striking out simultaneously.

Under the influence of both forces, the three arenas surrounding Tang Ming and Wan Yong erupted in explosions, with debris soaring, scattering in all directions.

After the explosion, Tang Ming landed on the ground, gasping while staring incredulously at his own feet: "Did I lose?"

Seeing that he had nowhere to land upon hitting the ground, Tang Ming’s face turned grim. Without arena debris underfoot, it meant falling off the stage, implying a loss in the match.

Unexpected as the outcome was, Wan Yong’s last attack had blown all the reachable arena debris out of his range.

Long Ao and others had already retreated to the spectator seats for refuge, all eyes wide open, holding their breath as they saw the duel conclude.

Upon hearing Tang Ming’s words, Long Ao, Lin Canghai, and Wu Xiaoyu turned pale. Tang Ming wasn’t even a match for Wan Yong.

"Match over, neither Wan Yong nor Tang Ming claimed victory, resulting in a draw."

It was then Qin Fang’s voice rang out.

"What?" Tang Ming abruptly looked towards the distant Wan Yong.

Wan Yong was wearing a face of disgust, for there were no arena debris for him to step on either!

Earlier, Tang Ming’s attacks had also blasted away all the arena debris around Wan Yong.

"How can this be a draw!"

Zhao Tianba couldn’t help cursing, exclaiming that solo duels could result in draws. These two were truly destined rivals.

"Both candidates fell off the stage simultaneously, hence it’s considered a draw."

Qin Fang wiped a cold sweat, glanced at the scene, unsure what language could aptly describe the emotions.

During the final clash as Tang Ming and Wan Yong descended, though they attacked numerous times, the series of moves happened in a flash, in just around three meters of free-fall.

Yet within these few seconds, the entire venue was wrecked!

All four arenas were destroyed, leaving only empty spots where Tang Ming and Wan Yong stood, everywhere else covered in debris.

Especially the scene of the aerial clash between Tang Ming and Wan Yong had exceeded martial arts limits, appearing just like those master duels in movies, incredibly surreal.

The spectators in the viewing hall were stunned, while those in the private rooms experienced mixed emotions.

"Hahaha, it’s a draw, a draw!"

Su Tianyu laughed heartily, though Tang Xin didn’t win, she didn’t lose either, which was immensely joyous for the Dark Group faction that had long been at a disadvantage in competitions.

"Indeed, a draw... a draw means we won." Long Aiyu suddenly looked at Fu Tianbao and others, excitedly shouting:

"Earlier you were confident, claiming even if it were a draw, it counts as our win. Therefore, we won."

"How could this happen?"

Wan Changfa slumped onto the sofa, his face ashen.

Fu Tianbao, Qian Weiguo, and Zhao Jincheng all looked somber, the Ming Group faction had dominated martial arts victories for years, so triumph was natural for them, but now... even a draw couldn’t bring them any joy.

Upon hearing Long Ao’s words, Wan Changfa and others deepened their sorrow, forty billion gone. Even for the wealthy families of Ming Group faction, losing this much at once was painful.

"Gentlemen, I’ve transferred all the funds to the accounts of the Long Family, Lin Family, Wu Family, and Su Family respectively, please verify."

Amidst the jubilant Dark Group faction and the despondent Ming Group faction, Meng Xiaolu smiled as she announced.

"So soon?" Zhao Jincheng twitched his lips, then angrily barked at Wan Changfa:

"Brother Wan, didn’t you say Wan Yong’s victory was assured?"

"Yeah! Ten billion lost, utterly deceitful."

Qian Weiguo also glared in anger at Wan Changfa: "Damn Medicine Sect secret medicine, useless garbage, it did nothing."

"I didn’t expect this outcome either. My son, the eight-star martial master, even knowing... couldn’t win."

Wan Changfa sighed helplessly.

"You didn’t foresee this, costing us so much money? Hadn’t you said a draw would count as their win, we wouldn’t have lost our money!"

Qian Weiguo ground his teeth and shouted.

"Brothers, say no more, things must remain unknown."

Fu Tianbao, relatively calm, promptly spoke to soothe.

"Shut up, it was your brother’s incompetence, failing to win the grand match, causing me to lose ten billion, the Fu Family truly is good-for-nothing."

Zhao Jincheng furiously shouted at Fu Tianbao.

"Damn it, I lost ten billion too, why yell at me?"

Already in a foul mood, Fu Tianbao snapped upon hearing this, provoking a quarrel among several people.

In contrast to the frenzied bickering of Ming Group’s factions, Su Tianyu and others sat together, their noses nearly crooked from laughing.

"Brother Su truly has keen insight, having Tang Xin as the leader to represent the Su Family in the grand match was incredibly wise."

Wu Dao looked at Su Tianyu with admiration: "Never thought Tang Xin would be an eight-star martial master at such a young age, surely to develop into a great power in the future."

"Brother Su is truly blessed, finding such an excellent son-in-law, truly enviable."

Long Aiyu also looked at Su Tianyu with complex emotions, originally confident in his son, yet now had to admit Long Ao fell far short of Tang Ming.

"Hahaha, gentlemen, don’t flatter me, we in the Dark Group are united, Tang Group Leader, as the Martial Arts Inspection Team Leader, his rising power benefits all of us."