Chapter 15: Unable to Withstand a Single Blow

  The gap between the two sides has narrowed significantly, making the battle even more brutal. The injured disciples are getting more and more, some of them won a game, but the next one had to give up directly because they were also injured.

  The judges looked up at the sky, which was dark and gloomy. The cold wind blowing from the mountains made it feel even chillier.

  "Huh, it's snowing..."

  Some people felt a sudden chill on their necks, and without even looking up, they casually shouted out. And then, as if to confirm his words, the sky began to flutter with snowflakes like paper scraps, swirling down. In less than a moment, the mountains were already covered with a layer of pure white snow.

  "It's snowing after all."

  Tang An stood alone in the snow, the snowflakes falling on him, his internal energy automatically rotated once, and the snowflakes melted away, not even leaving behind a hint of water vapor. There were three people beside him, their bodies also untouched by the snow. They were the last four people left on the first arena, everyone else having lost to them.

  "If I win two more games, I'll be able to enter the inner door!" Tang An thought of this, and his mood suddenly became excited.

  Tang An turned his head and glanced at the few people. Except for Wang Feng, whose mouth was still pursed and eyes unchanged, the other two had subtly furrowed their brows.

  Tang An's performance in the previous matches showed his overbearing power and explosiveness, as well as that aura of "who else but me". This made everyone think he was an extremely powerful person.

  "It seems they all think I'm just physically strong, thinking that as long as they don't compare strength with me, they can win by using speed. If they really think so, then they're greatly mistaken, and my chances will be even greater." Tang An thought to himself, his mouth curling up slightly at the corner, but his eyes immediately darted to Wang Feng not far away, who was still looking up with his head raised, completely disregarding others' situations, as if he had already won the fight.

  Tang An took a glance and immediately turned his head back. The fight was about to begin, and it wasn't good to waste any more useless thoughts on this matter.

  "Tang An No. 28, Liu Jing No. 15, come on stage!"

  As soon as the name was called, Tang An saw a young boy in black robes standing next to Wang Feng, who had been rolling his eyes and sizing up his opponent all day, take big strides forward.

  Tang An's eyes also narrowed slightly as he stepped out, he had already carefully observed this little kid earlier.

  This is a person who is extremely good at grasping opportunities. In the previous few rounds of competition, he has not made any mistakes. He was able to keep winning until now, not because his own strength is particularly outstanding, but entirely because of the mistakes made by his opponents, which he seized upon and took advantage of with one blow!

  Tang An was sizing him up, but he wasn't sizing Tang An up. When he stood on the stage, Tang An's strength was clearer to him than anyone else. He knew his opponent was absolutely a fierce and powerful person like an old tiger. Extremely strong, with excellent explosive power, most importantly, he struck decisively, always winning with one move!

  Tang An's victory was too quick, every time it was just one or two rounds, the opponent fell to the ground. Such a strong and overbearing dominance is really terrifying.

  That little kid stood in front of Tang An, his mind flashing with countless thoughts in an instant, all asking the same question.

  "What is his weakness?"

  What is Tang An's weakness?

  Is there? Is there?

  Lack of strength? Slow reaction? Speed difference? Body coordination is not enough? Or lack of endurance?

  No!

  Everything about him is perfect so far!

  At least so far, even the two inner disciples next to him who have cultivated to the fifth realm of Tianren haven't found out what Tang An's weakness is.

  Liu Jing's mind began to get confused.

  He was best at analyzing others' weaknesses, avoiding opponents' strong points, and slowly waiting for the opponent to reveal a flaw before making a final blow. However, when facing Tang An, he had no choice but to accept a cruel reality.

  He's really an insoluble person.

  Tang An saw the somewhat frustrated eyes of his opponent, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He knew that he had already won this match.

  Tang An stood on the stage, his opponent was covered in sweat, because he really couldn't find any weakness of Tang An.

  "Since you won't make a move, I will!" Tang An saw that his opponent wasn't moving, so without saying another word, he took the initiative and charged forward.

  It has been proven that being approached by Tang An is an extremely terrifying thing! Tang An's speed is extremely fast, and his strength is not bad either. In the face of an opponent who is both fast and strong, what can Liu Jing do except passively endure a beating and fall into endless defense?

  Just fiercely easy to break, when the power can't be improved in a short time, Tang An also knew that he had to learn good fighting skills. In this regard, most of the outer disciples of Shu Mountain have family learning, and Tang An only needs to secretly watch those little kids make their moves, and then return to the stream side to repeatedly ponder, and he can also understand one or two things. After all, for someone who has just entered the inner energy, it's not a very difficult thing.

  "How naive!"

  Seeing that Liu Jing dared to use one hand to block his own fist, Tang An suddenly let out a loud roar and stretched his arm forward fiercely.

  "He actually dares to compete with me in speed, he's really asking for death!"

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, just as he made his move, Tang An suddenly dodged in an unexpected direction and then a fist came out from another direction!

  He was like a ghost, with an incredibly fast speed that made Liu Jing's head ache.

  They had only exchanged blows once, and Liu Jing was already gasping for breath. He could feel himself getting further and further away from victory, and continuing to fight would be futile unless Tang An made a mistake that he could capitalize on; otherwise, hoping to win was like a fool's dream!

  Just then, Tang An also discovered a hint of despair flashing in his opponent's eyes, and he actually had the intention of admitting defeat.

  But in just one second, the outcome was undecided, and Tang An would never let go of this opportunity to strike his opponent. His fist suddenly appeared, and Liu Jing hastily twisted his waist to dodge, that fist barely grazing Liu Jing's chest as it passed by.

  Just as Liu Jing let out a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw Tang An's second punch coming. Liu Jing had just dodged the first punch and hadn't even had time to adjust his body when the second punch arrived, what could he do?

  He just stared blankly as the fist flew towards his face, even forgetting to dodge. In his mind, only one thought remained: "Lost..."

  His eyes were already closed, his heart had already given up, he just hoped that Tang An's punch on his face wouldn't be too painful.

  But after a while, when he slowly opened his eyes, he found that the pain he had been waiting for did not arrive. The fist stopped just a few centimeters away from his face. And behind the fist was Tang An's cold face.

  Tang An looked at Liu Jing's pale face and couldn't understand why this guy, with such little skill, dared to come onto the stage for a duel. Moreover, he had inexplicably entered the top four, it was truly baffling!

  If it were Wang Feng who had come earlier, he would probably be lying on the ground wailing by now, and might even have been seriously injured.

  At this moment, he found that Liu Jing was still staring at him foolishly, and his face was even colder.

  A person without self-awareness absolutely can't survive for too long in this cruel world. And it's not clear whether it's because he dislikes people who don't take responsibility for themselves, but Tang An didn't care if Liu Jing wanted to surrender or not and directly used an over-the-shoulder throw to toss him off the stage.

  Even the two referees below couldn't help but shake their heads at this scene.

  "It's simply unbearable! It seems that we can only see Tang An's true strength when he finally faces Wang Feng."