Chapter 89

"Meet the challenge head-on, and you'll know the outcome."

Yang Ji swept his sleeve and then strode up to the platform.

The surroundings were quiet, and everyone held their breath, their gazes converging on the two men.

"Who do you think will win?"

A voice whispered.

"It's hard to say, but it should be Wang Xian. This Yang Ji is about the same as Wang Xian's previous opponents. If we only consider strength, the two might not differ much. But with the steel fingers, Yang Ji is bound to lose."

Another person replied.

"I feel the same..."

Similar discussions were taking place everywhere. Wang Xian's most terrifying aspect was not his martial arts skills, but his ten "steel fingers." Without effective defensive measures, even those of equal strength were no match for him.

"This is troublesome..."

Han Bin stood below the platform, worried. If Yang Ji had forged that pair of fine iron "iron gloves," he might have been able to stand up to Wang Xian, but now...

On the platform, Wang Xian stood early, waiting silently. His expression was resolute and calm, as if nothing could shake his will. Everyone who saw him could sense the strong confidence and determination that radiated from him.

"Your strength is good, but I am determined to win this match!"

As soon as Yang Ji stepped onto the platform, he heard Wang Xian say.

Yang Ji was slightly taken aback; this was the first time he had heard Wang Xian speak. Although his tone was calm, it exuded a domineering aura.

"I feel the same!"

Yang Ji smiled, his eyes showing no sign of backing down.

The tension was palpable even before the match began, and the surrounding soldiers couldn't help but look on with interest.

Though young, the two were already at the level of the soldiers. From a background perspective, the soldiers naturally favored Wang Xian, who came from a military family. However, Yang Ji's ability to stand up to Wang Xian's sharpness also earned him respect.

The military, regardless of background, is the place that most values strength!

"The match begins!"

The chief examiner's stern face showed no emotion as he waved his hand, announcing the start of the match.

"Boom!"

Wang Xian's entire body erupted with blood energy. The moment the chief examiner declared the start, he took a powerful step forward. Instantly, a wave of killing intent and malevolent energy surged out, overwhelming the surroundings.

In Yang Ji's perception, the world was instantly filled with sand and gravel, the sky darkened with a storm, and countless bones and horse carcasses lay scattered. The entire platform turned into a battlefield of slaughter, filled with the wails of ghosts and gods.

"Such a powerful battlefield aura!"

Yang Ji's eyes narrowed, his expression more serious than ever.

Wang Xian was the first person Yang Ji had encountered who had fully grasped the essence of martial arts. His background in a military family undoubtedly played a significant role.

Yang Ji could even feel the intense killing intent cutting into his skin like a knife.

"Boom!"

Black energy rolled, and Wang Xian's blood energy turned completely black-red. With a flash of light, he shot towards Yang Ji. As he lunged, Yang Ji's figure flickered, and he moved out.

The two figures collided heavily in the center of the platform, causing the massive, steel-built platform, weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds, to tremble as if it might flip over.

Black and red blood energy surged out like a tidal wave from their bodies. Yang Ji's body trembled, and he was pushed back five or six steps, while Wang Xian only wavered slightly, his feet firmly planted.

"This guy has such powerful strength!"

Yang Ji looked at Wang Xian, inwardly alarmed.

The moment they clashed, Yang Ji felt as if he had hit a solid wall, a mountain of force surging towards him, forcing him to retreat several steps.

This was the first time in the "Wu Keju" that Yang Ji had encountered an opponent whose strength clearly surpassed his own. However, Wang Xian's strength did not make Yang Ji feel intimidated; instead, it ignited his fighting spirit.

"Boom!"

Wang Xian didn't care about that. The "Black Malevolent Fist" was extremely powerful and aggressive, a killing technique in the early stage of the Martial Path. After testing Yang Ji's strength with his first move, he stomped his foot heavily, and the second move followed with a thunderous sound.

The entire platform became Wang Xian's domain, with black smoke from the "Black Malevolent Fist Intent" rolling and spreading, blocking the view of the audience below. Wang Xian, like an invincible general on a smoky battlefield, charged forward with overwhelming killing intent.

"Boom!"

A loud sound echoed as Yang Ji was once again thrown back. His right hand trembled, clearly injured.

Wang Xian's "Black Malevolent Fist" was extremely powerful and aggressive, a battlefield technique in the military. Few could match it at the same level. Yang Ji, facing Wang Xian head-on, suffered the same fate as Wang Xian's previous opponents, being injured by the force of the punch.

"Boom!"

In their third clash, Yang Ji still did not retreat.

A ripple of emotion finally appeared in Wang Xian's expressionless eyes. He was not surprised that Yang Ji chose to confront him head-on. All his opponents had no choice but to do so.

However, the result of their third clash surprised Wang Xian.

"This guy... has such strong resistance to attacks!"

A flash of thought crossed Wang Xian's mind.

The "Black Malevolent Fist" was a family technique, and he had practiced it for ten years since childhood.

In the past, any opponent who dared to confront Wang Xian's "Black Malevolent Fist" head-on would, after three moves, either suffer bone injuries or internal organ damage, with their strength visibly weakening.

However, Yang Ji, though clearly weaker in strength, managed to withstand three of Wang Xian's powerful "Black Malevolent Fist" strikes without any change in his strength.

"Boom!"

As Wang Xian launched his fourth attack, a sudden change occurred. Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and he suddenly moved first. Just as Wang Xian's "Black Malevolent Fist" was three-quarters complete, Yang Ji suddenly punched out.

Wang Xian's expression changed, and he suddenly felt a sense of unease. Without waiting for his move to complete, he quickly followed with his left fist, striking with lightning speed. However, almost simultaneously, Yang Ji's second punch was a split second faster, colliding with Wang Xian's left fist.

"Boom!"

In the loud explosion, the air burst, and their iron fists collided heavily. Unlike before, this time, Yang Ji and Wang Xian were evenly matched.

"How is this possible!"

Wang Xian looked at Yang Ji in shock, his mind in turmoil. The first time could be considered a fluke, but the second time was definitely not.

During his matches, many people gathered below the platform to observe his weaknesses. Some even said that his moves were too aggressive and lacked flexibility and adaptability.

However, Wang Xian always dismissed such comments. Strength was the foundation, and the idea that agility could defeat him was laughable.

The "Black Malevolent Fist" was not without flaws, but Wang Xian could not believe that Yang Ji could find a way to counter him in such a short time.

"Again!"

Wang Xian roared, his eyes showing a serious expression for the first time. This was the first time he considered Yang Ji an equal, a worthy opponent.

"Boom!"

The platform seemed to be stepped on by a giant beast, sinking suddenly. Wang Xian launched the second round of attacks, his speed reaching its peak. The combination of his powerful and aggressive fist technique and his incredible speed made him almost a killing machine.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji's body moved close to the ground, leaping forward with the "Grass Skimming" technique at its limit, leaving a white trail in the air and leaping out even faster than Wang Xian.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Black and red malevolent energy and blood energy intertwined, and Yang Ji and Wang Xian's figures were completely engulfed, leaving only the sound of heavy collisions and two blurry silhouettes.

"What's happening?"

Han Bin below the platform opened his eyes wide, completely puzzled.

In their first clash, Yang Ji was clearly no match for Wang Xian, lacking in strength. But now, Yang Ji and Wang Xian were evenly matched, and Yang Ji's aura even steadily surpassed Wang Xian's.

With Han Bin's martial arts knowledge, he could not understand what had happened in this short time.

Not only Han Bin was shocked; the platform below buzzed with discussion. Even the many "armored soldiers" from the court who were watching the match were surprised.

Wang Xian, from a military family, naturally had a close connection with them. In all the matches, Wang Xian's was undoubtedly the most watched.

Wang Xian's talent was the most outstanding among the military-born youths in Pingchuan City, and many believed he would become their representative in the court.

In this "Wu Keju," Wang Xian was expected to be one of the final seven. But now, Wang Xian was being suppressed by someone weaker than him for the first time!

"What's going on?"

Many people had the same thought. Wang Xian was no ordinary person, and the idea of a weaker person suppressing him was a joke.

However, on the platform, Yang Ji was demonstrating this in action.

"Wang Xian's rhythm has been suppressed by him!"

A voice came from the side. Han Bin was startled and turned around to find that Lü Ling had returned from the other side of the steel wall.

Her eyes were fixed on the platform, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"Rhythm... suppressed?"

Han Bin repeated Lü Ling's words, his face blank. Suddenly, he reacted, his face filled with shock.

Everyone has their own rhythm, a rhythm in their movements and techniques. This rhythm is so subtle that many people don't even notice it, but it exists.

Only a few top experts can capture their opponent's rhythm, and even fewer can use it to defeat them!

"Are you saying Yang Ji is using his rhythm to defeat him?"

Han Bin looked at Lü Ling beside him, asking. As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how foolish they sounded. Lü Ling's words were clear: if Yang Ji hadn't mastered some method, he would never have been able to fight Wang Xian, who had mastered the "Black Malevolent Fist," to a draw and quickly suppress him.

Who was Wang Xian? The fact that a martial arts genius could capture his rhythm was already astonishing. And Yang Ji could use this to defeat him.

Han Bin thought about this and felt a wave of shock.

"Is Yang Ji really that strong?"

A flash of thought crossed Han Bin's mind.

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