Chapter Fifteen Quarter-Finals

  Yang Tong had just jumped down from the stage, and Feng Xiaobo came up to him, with a look of admiration on his face, saying: "Yang Tong, your slow and clumsy boxing technique is actually so powerful?"

  "It wasn't an easy win." Yang Tong shook his head, not feeling excited at all, but rather some pressure. The first opponent in the overall tournament was already so tough, what about the next ones? Fortunately, this match made me have a new understanding of Tai Chi boxing.

  There is pressure and there is motivation, Yang Tong now has plenty of motivation, Yang Tong rarely has such strong motivation.

  The quarterfinals being held on the arena have all come to an end, and those who have qualified for the next round are Yan Xiaodong from Class 1, Xiao Jian from Class 4, Yang Tong from Class 5, Feng Jun from Class 6, Di Xuan Luo and Niu Yue from Class 7, Zheng Meimei from Class 8, and Lu Guang from Class 9.

  Quarterfinals: Yan Xiaodong vs Xiao Jian, Yang Tong vs Feng Jun, Di Xuanluo vs Zheng Meimei, Niu Yue vs Lu Guang.

  The match will officially start in half an hour.

  Yang Tong's first match ended early, so he had already rested enough. He himself was not in a hurry and was chatting with Feng Xiaobo. Feng Xiaobo was gloating over the misfortune of Di Xuan Luo and Zheng Mei Mei's battle, which was a pretty boy versus that guy.

  Just then, Ge Yunfei walked over.

  "Monitor, how did you come here?" Feng Xiaobo looked at Ge Yunfei walking over and hastily greeted him. Ge Yunfei was the monitor of Class 5 and was quite popular among his classmates.

  "There's nothing, just came to chat with Yang Tong for a bit." Ge Yunfei smiled and replied, "Yang Tong, our class 5 is now left with only you, you must work hard. Your next opponent is not simple, his palm technique is called 'Divine Sword Palm', which is adapted from sword techniques, as swift as wind and lightning, sharp as divine weapons, impossible to defend against."

  Yang Tong heard Ge Yunfei's words, his face turned serious and nodded in gratitude: "Thank you for telling me, I will be careful." As for the next opponent, Yang Tong naturally attached great importance to it, because he didn't want to lose. Moreover, Yang Tong knew that Feng Jun and Feng Jun were twin brothers, their martial arts skills were similar, but Feng Jun was actually defeated by Di Xuan Luo. If he couldn't even beat Feng Jun, then wouldn't the championship be out of his reach?

  Feng Jun also had some familiar friends inform Yang Tong of his strength.

  "All participants, get ready." Just then, the announcement that the competition was about to begin sounded, and the originally noisy playground suddenly fell silent.

  "Yang Tong, come on!" Feng Xiaobo handed Yang Tong a water bottle and patted him on the shoulder.

  Yang Tong nodded, took a sip of water, handed the bottle back to Feng Xiaobo, and jumped onto the stage with a leap.

  Feng Jun was a tall and slender youth with a cold demeanor. Under the judge's supervision, both sides exchanged a courtesy and took their stances.

  "Begin!" The judge waved his hand and loudly announced.

  "My palm technique is called Divine Sword, watch closely, take this!" Feng Jun launched a fierce attack from the start.

  Yang Tong reacted quickly and dodged, but he didn't expect Feng Jun's palm technique to be so unusual. Generally, palm techniques are mainly "slapping", with the palm surface being the strongest attacking point, but Feng Jun's palm technique was mainly "thrusting", with extremely strong penetrating power, and was skilled at finding the enemy's weaknesses.

  After dodging several moves and withstanding over a dozen moves, Yang Tong finally adapted to this palm technique, found the center of its power, directly broke through the root of its power, severed its root, and borrowed its strength.

  Feng Junqiang gained the upper hand, but suddenly felt a strange power drawing his strength away and then returning it, leaving him with a awkward feeling like punching cotton. Feng Jun tried to withdraw his arms, only to find himself stuck to his opponent and unable to pull back.

  Feng Jun made a swift decision and kicked out with one foot, forcefully retracting the move at the point where the two men's fists were about to meet, before retreating two steps.

  "Good fist method, come again!" Feng Jun somewhat understood the effect of Yang Tong's fist method and suddenly felt a surge of boldness.

  "Divine Sword Falling English Style!" Feng Jun knew he couldn't entangle with Yang Tong any longer, as Yang's boxing technique borrowed force to strike back, and dragging it out would eventually lead to defeat. It was better to end the fight with one decisive move. This move was the most powerful style in the "Divine Sword Palm".

  Yang Tong was immediately submerged in countless palm shadows, like falling petals, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Each palm shadow seemed to have a deadly penetrating power and lethal force.

  Yang Tong was speechless, facing this unreasonable move, it's really a bit troublesome.

  The Tai Chi circle turns, like a seal, it closes!

  Yang Tong used eighty percent of his strength, and his own figure was drawn into several silhouettes. His moves seemed slow but were actually fast, with countless arm shadows forming a "circle" that managed to block the penetration of countless palm shadows, and with difficulty, he guided the opponent's power into the "circle".

  Feng Jun saw that after a long time of attacking, they still couldn't break through, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

  To know that the Divine Sword Falling Petals technique is one that even he can't sustain for too long, as it consumes a great deal of energy. However, he knows that his opponent's pressure is also not small, because prolonged defense will inevitably lead to loss, and with the passage of time, the pressure will only increase, now it's just a matter of who can hold on first.

  Yang Tong indeed had a huge pressure, if he couldn't hold on, defeat was certain, but it wasn't like Feng Jun's imagined increasing pressure, in fact as time went by, Yang Tong could borrow more and more power and the power to control became stronger, naturally becoming easier and easier.

  The two men held each other for about five minutes, and Feng Jun finally couldn't hold on any longer, his strength and speed began to decline.

  Yang Tong seized the opportunity and with a "collapse" move, he released all the power that had been accumulated in his "round" stance.

  Feng Jun reacted extremely quickly, withdrawing his strength and technique, and with a burst of remaining energy, he met Yang Tong's double palms, the four palms clashing together.

  "Boom——"

  Yang Tong was knocked back three steps, but Feng Jun was directly blown away five meters away, fell to the ground, sweating like rain, seemingly unable to breathe, apparently exhausted too much, plus the last blow, internal organs must have been injured.

  "1, 2, 3, 4..." The countdown has begun.

  Yang Tong stood still, but in his heart, he had gained more insight. Everything has a limit. If Feng Jun's palm technique surpassed Yang Tong's neural reaction speed, even the most exquisite and extraordinary Tai Chi would not be able to withstand it.

  Just now, Feng Jun's speed of making a move was not faster than Yang Tong's neural reaction speed, so he was completely aware of the route and could defend perfectly.

  "Nine, ten! Yang Tong wins!" The referee announced loudly. At the same time, several school doctors came up to carefully examine Feng Jun.

  "It's nothing, just a bit of a shock, internal organs were shaken up a bit, no big deal." The school doctor checked and then had him carried away.

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