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August 30, 2024

 Chapter 2338 (August 30, 2024)


Tang Xin never thought that he would lose, especially when he had the Thousand Machine Box.

But man proposes, God disposes, and he eventually lost, and lost convincingly.

He used all his tricks, but they were all cracked by Zhang Yiqing.

And if Zhang Yiqing had not just shown mercy to him in the last move, he would have been seriously injured at this moment.

Zhang Yiqing gave him dignity, so he naturally would not make trouble. That would only make people look down on him more.

"Huh..."

Seeing Tang Xin admit defeat, Zhang Yiqing couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

His forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

It was obvious that he didn't win easily just now.

The three unique skills of Golden Light Curse, Thunder Method, and Divine Talisman were all used.

And all the skills at the bottom of the box were used.

If he continued to consume by the unending breaking through the shackles and quickly approaching Tang Xin, he would most likely lose. Thankfully, the explosion of the Eight Diagrams Divine Talisman at the end worked.

"The Tang Sect's hidden weapons are indeed well deserved. I have learned a lesson today." Zhang Yiqing exclaimed sincerely.

"Hidden weapons are good, but they are only minor techniques after all. They cannot be compared with the Longhu Mountain Taoism. I am convinced of my defeat today." Tang Xin clasped his fists to show his respect.

As the ninth on the Tianjiao Genius list, he naturally has corresponding pride.

He originally thought that he could compete for the championship seat with the sacred artifact the Thousand Machine Box, but now it seems that he is just dreaming.

Zhang Yiqing is nearly ten years younger than him, but his cultivation skills are far better than his.

At this moment, he finally understood what it means that there are people beyond people in this world.

"I only won by a narrow margin." Zhang Yiqing said.

"Master Zhang, there is no need to say more. If we fight again, I will still lose."

Tang Xin shook his head and sighed, "Master Zhang has such a cultivation at such a young age. Your future achievements are limitless. I look forward to your next performance. Goodbye."

After speaking, Tang Xin clasped his fists and saluted, turned around and left the ring.

He did not feel ashamed to be defeated by such a stunning genius.

"The ninth match is over. Congratulations to contestant No. 24 for winning!"

Referee Zhang Qizhen announced the result at the right time, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good! Well done!"

"As expected of a rare talent in Longhu Mountain, he really lives up to his reputation!"

"I never thought that he would have such accomplishments at such a young age. It's really amazing!"

"..."

Zhang Yiqing's victory drew thunderous applause and discussions from the audience.

You know, from the beginning, most people thought Tang Xin would win.

Ranked ninth on the Tianjiao Genius list, with an undefeated record, and the help of the Tang Sect's sacred artifact, the Thousand Machine Box.

Such a master even has the qualifications to win the championship.

However, no one expected that Zhang Yiqing would be so hidden.

The three unique skills have been practiced to perfection, both offense and defense, without any flaws.

After resisting the bombardment of the Thousand Machine Box, he was able to counterattack calmly and decide the outcome with one move.

With such talent, such cultivation, and such a heart, it can be expected that Zhang Yiqing's future achievements will definitely catch up with the old Celestial master.

And now this young Taoist priest, who is less than 20 years old, has become the worthiest dark horse in the martial arts competition!

"Little guy, you did a good job." Zhang Qizhen showed a rare smile, and praised in a low voice.

"Uncle, I really tried my best this time. If I lose in the next game, I can't be a monster." Zhang Yiqing yawned and returned to his lazy look.

"Just do your best." Zhang Qizhen nodded.

It is enough to defeat Tang Xin head-on and show a strong martial arts foundation.

As for the championship, no need to force it.

After all, this kid is still too young. At most, he is only 18 years old this year.

If he is given another ten years to polish, he will definitely be much better than his uncle, not to mention surpassing his master.

"Uncle, I'm a little tired. I'm going to sleep for a while."

After paying his respects, Zhang Yiqing yawned and walked off the ring.

This battle is destined to make him famous.

After the ninth game, it was time for a regular break.

The damaged ring needed to be mended.

But the discussion of the audience below the stage never stopped.

"I didn't expect that Zhang Yiqing would have such strength. Longhu Mountain is really not simple!" Han Feiyang sighed.

He really didn't think Zhang Yiqing could win. In his eyes, Tang Xin, who had the Tang Sect's sacred weapon in hand, had almost locked in the victory.

The difference was how long it would take. But the final result was far beyond his expectations.

Who would have thought that Tang Xin, who ranked ninth on the Tianjiao Genius list, could not beat a budding Taoist priest?

This kind of thing is unbelievable for anyone.

"It seems that Margaret's vision is more vicious!"

Xiao Ningmeng was amazed.

Han Feiyang thought Tang Xin would win before, but Margaret said that Zhang Yiqing had a good chance of winning.

Unexpectedly, it really came true. "It was just a casual remark. In fact, I am quite surprised by this result." Margaret smiled.

She was optimistic about Zhang Yiqing, simply because she thought that Longhu Mountain would not send a weakling to participate in the competition, so she felt that he had a chance of winning.

But when Tang Xin used the Thousand Machine Box, her thoughts were shaken.

Unexpectedly, in the end, there was a sudden turn of events, and it was Zhang Yiqing who won the game.

"Now that Tang Xin has lost, the next game will be exciting."

Xiao Ningmeng said in high spirits: "I am looking forward to it. Who will be the final winner of this martial arts competition?"


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