Seeing Jiang Biehe make his appearance, Zhou Botong smiled slyly.
He went up to the ring specifically to wait for Jiang Biehe.
The holding of the Huangshan Martial Arts Tournament already made Zhou Botong and others very unhappy.
After all, there is already a martial arts alliance.
Moreover, the Wang Yang they respected was the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance.
After the Huangshan Martial Arts Tournament ends, another martial arts leader will be elected. Isn't this just adding to Wang Yang's troubles?
Besides, two tigers cannot share one mountain; how can there be two martial arts alliance leaders in the martial arts world?
After a moment's thought, Zhou Botong regained his composure, beckoned to Jiang Biehe with his finger, and said:
"Come on! Let me see what you're capable of? How dare you preside over this martial arts tournament?"
Upon hearing what Zhou Botong said, Jiang Biehe's brows furrowed, and without saying a word, he immediately took action.
"boom!"
Jiang Biehe drew his longsword and thrust it out with a move called "Wind, Flowers, and Willows".
The sword was drawn, its tip trembling, seemingly aimed at Zhou Botong from the left but actually from the right.
"oh?"
Seeing this, Zhou Botong's expression remained largely unchanged. He clenched his fist and suddenly threw a punch to meet the attack.
"Bang!"
A deafening roar resounded.
Jiang Biehe's swordplay was directly shattered by Zhou Botong's fist, and he was sent staggering backward.
"Wow...what incredible skill!"
After regaining his footing, Jiang Biehe exclaimed in surprise, realizing that Zhou Botong's skill was extremely profound, far surpassing his own.
Without time to think further, he flashed forward again, his right palm suddenly striking out diagonally.
With a single palm strike, the palm technique was like an axe splitting a mountain, aiming straight for Zhou Botong's chest.
Although this palm strike doesn't seem particularly profound, the changes in its technique are so rapid that they cannot be captured by the naked eye.
Zhou Botong stood still, his face calm.
His nonchalant demeanor suggested that he didn't take Jiang Biehe's palm strike seriously at all.
In no time, Jiang Biehe's palm strike had already reached Zhou Botong.
However, what shocked him most was...
His seemingly incredibly fast palm strike actually missed its target.
Zhou Botong's body seemed to have vanished into thin air.
"this?"
Jiang Biehe was stunned, his eyes wide with astonishment. He never expected Zhou Botong's movements to be so swift.
Before he could react, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.
Hey! I'm right behind you!
Upon hearing this, Jiang Biehe was greatly shocked and quickly turned around to look.
Upon looking behind him, he found no one else.
"I told you to be behind me, how could you be so stupid?"
Just as Jiang Biehe was surprised, Zhou Botong's voice came from behind him again, and at the same time, a hand patted him on the shoulder.
Jiang Biehe was utterly shocked. He quickly turned around and swung the longsword he was holding.
Unfortunately, when he turned around, there was still no one behind him.
Immediately afterward, Jiang Biehe's brows furrowed, his body spun rapidly, and with a swift turn, he unleashed a powerful palm strike.
To his surprise, Zhou Botong was not behind him this time.
"What's wrong with you? I'm standing right in front of you, and you're attacking from behind?"
When Zhou Botong's voice came, Jiang Biehe was stunned.
Jiang Biehe then became furious and embarrassed.
He naturally realized that Zhou Botong was playing a trick on him.
Zhou Botong had time to pat him on the shoulder, but if he really wanted to fight, he could easily defeat him with a single palm strike.
"hateful!!"
With just a thought, Jiang Biehe couldn't help but roar out in anger, and the long sword in his hand began to swing rapidly.
A series of sharp sword lights formed a dense sword net around him.
Just as Jiang Biehe was rapidly wielding his longsword, Zhou Botong had somehow already landed on the top of a wooden pole beside the arena.
Watching Jiang Biehe on stage spouting nonsense at thin air, he couldn't help but mock him:
"Jiang Biehe! Are you blind? I'm right here, what are you doing, hacking and slashing around like that?"
Upon hearing what Zhou Botong said, Jiang Biehe paused in his sword strike, only then noticing Zhou Botong standing on one foot on the wooden pole.
Seeing this, Jiang Biehe was furious.
He was quite famous in the martial arts world and was respectfully called "unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness." He had never been so humiliated before.
"Giggle!"
The more Jiang Biehe thought about it, the angrier he became, to the point of grinding his teeth in hatred.
Then, his swordplay suddenly changed, the longsword flashed, and a cold light pierced straight towards Zhou Botong.
Seeing this, Zhou Botong smiled with amusement. Before Jiang Biehe could even swing his sword, Zhou Botong had already flashed out and met the attack.
"Bang!"
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Botong's punch clashed with Jiang Biehe's sword strike.
With a loud bang, Jiang Biehe's thrusting sword was shattered to pieces by Zhou Botong's fist.
The force of the punch remained undiminished, striking Jiang Biehe directly in the chest.
Struck by the blow, Jiang Biehe let out a muffled cry of pain and was quickly thrown backward.
Zhou Botong saw this and charged forward, unleashing his Ambidextrous Fighting Technique.
He used his left hand to perform palm techniques and his right hand to perform fist techniques.
Both sets of techniques are of the highest quality!
"this?"
Jiang Biehe was stunned when he saw this, and had no idea how to defend himself.
Before he could react, Zhou Botong's men had already attacked and reached him.
"Bang bang bang..."
Next, Zhou Botong unleashed a barrage of punches and palm strikes, leaving Jiang Biehe utterly powerless to retaliate.
After a brutal beating, Jiang Biehe's face was swollen like a pig's head, and he quickly begged for mercy:
"Stop...stop hitting me! I...I give up!"
Hearing Jiang Biehe admit defeat and beg for mercy, Zhou Botong finally stopped, giving Jiang Biehe a disdainful look and saying:
"With your pathetic skills, you dare to hold a martial arts tournament? Don't you know your own limitations?"
Before Jiang Biehe could reply, Zhou Botong slapped him across the face, sending him flying off the stage.
"Pfft!"
After collapsing to the ground, Jiang Biehe couldn't hold back and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
I never expected that Zhou Botong's strength was so great that I was no match for him at all.
Meanwhile, the martial arts practitioners present were also shocked by the scenes of Zhou Botong brutally beating Jiang Biehe.
Many people gasped in astonishment, their faces filled with disbelief.
They all knew that Jiang Biehe was quite strong, but in front of Zhou Botong, he seemed so vulnerable.
"this?"
"So...so strong!"
"They're completely making a fool of Master Jiang!"
With such strength, who can possibly compete with him?
"It seems that this martial arts tournament is coming to an end!"
Just as the many martial arts figures were marveling at this, Zhou Botong clapped his hands smugly and said with a smile:
"What a load of bullshit Huangshan Martial Arts Tournament! There isn't even a single skilled fighter among them."
"It's boring."
"Is there anyone else who would like to come up and offer their advice?"
As he spoke, Zhou Botong's gaze swept around.
Seeing this, all the martial arts practitioners below the stage looked away, none of them daring to meet Zhou Botong's gaze.
Even a strongman like Jiang Biehe could only be beaten by Zhou Botong. If they went on stage, wouldn't they be asking for trouble?
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