Marquis Zi Yi groaned.

Wei Ting punched him.

Marquis Zi Yi was knocked flying and crashed into a pillar.

Everyone was stunned.

Didn't you say that you didn't have any stamina? Wei Ting took advantage of the situation and punched the Purple-Robed Marquis again and again, breaking the corner of his lips! The Purple-Robed Marquis kicked Wei Ting in the chest, turned the tables, and bullied him, landing even harder and heavier punches on Wei Ting.

So bloody!

Too violent!

It's so exciting!

They announced that this was the most exciting competition of the match! The descendants of the Jin family were more shocked and scared after the truth was revealed, as if they had walked through the gates of hell. It was exciting, but they hadn't seen enough.

If the Red Lotus Saint could hold out for a few dozen more moves, the two fights would be evenly matched.

Xing Er was about to cry: "Oh, why does my son-in-law have to lie there and get beaten all the time? It's so tragic!"

Lu Aotian: "Here, have a candy bean."

Xing Er: “…”

Wei Ting, who was being beaten, suddenly changed his fist into a palm and hit the Purple Robe Marquis in the chest!

The Purple-Robed Marquis was hit by a palm strike, and he flipped in the air, kneeling on one knee on the ring and sliding back more than ten steps, almost falling off! "Oh my God! That's the Purple-Robed Marquis!"

Everyone's eyes widened.

No, they even held their breath, unable to believe this was real!

Marquis Zi Yi covered his chest, feeling the pain coming from his internal organs. He looked at Wei Ting in astonishment: "Sky Shattering Palm? Aren't you from Baihua Palace? Why do you know Tianyu Hall's unique skills?"

Wei Ting stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled coldly: "Guess?"

Marquis Ziyi quickly looked towards the observation deck of Tianyu Hall.

Even Xiahou Qing, Xie Jinnian and the members of the Killer Alliance looked over here.

Qianji Pavilion was far away, on the other side of the Killer Alliance, otherwise they would have also seen the expression on Ji Minglou's face.

Madam Ji's face darkened and she asked Ji Minglou, "Did you secretly teach Yun Shuang's son the Sky-Breaking Palm?"

Ji Minglou: “I didn’t.”

Madam Ji: "You don't admit it? Besides you, is there anyone else on the island who would teach the Sky Shattering Palm to Yun Shuang's son?"

Ji Minglou frowned: "I don't want to argue with you."

He certainly didn't teach.

He was also wondering where Duanmu Yun's Sky-Breaking Palm came from.

Ji Minglou and Yun Shuang's past was no secret on the island. It was rumored that he still had feelings for Yun Shuang, so it was not surprising that he would pass on his unique skills to Yun Shuang's youngest son.

Ji Minglou took the blame firmly, and no one suspected Mr. Qiu.

Xie Jinnian stared at Duanmu Yun's figure without blinking, and something flashed across his eyes.

In the observation deck of the Killer Alliance, Liu Zhener recognized Wei Ting: "It's him!"

Qi Yao looked at Wei Ting.

Liu Zhen'er said to Chen Yu: "Fourth Brother, don't you remember? The one who cut our rope!"

Chen Yu said: "You mean... he is one of the people who rescued Luosha? His movements do look familiar to me."

Liu Zhen'er said strangely, "It's only been two months since we last met, but why do I feel that his moves have become much faster? Or was it because it was inconvenient to perform the moves on the cliff that night, which slowed him down?"

"Marquis Zi Yi has been suppressed." said the eldest senior brother Qi Yao.

Liu Zhener frowned: "Last time we fought, I felt that he didn't have this kind of strength."

Chen Yu said unconcernedly, "He's just lucky. Didn't you see that the Purple-Robed Marquis hasn't drawn his sword yet?"

Qi Yao didn't say anything.

Because in his opinion, the reason why Marquis Zi Yi didn't draw his sword was not because he was unwilling to do so, but because he was suppressed and couldn't draw his sword.

This Duanmu Yun has improved greatly since he rescued Luosha that night.

The beautiful woman ate a juicy fruit leisurely: "The more I look at this young master, the more I like him. Even the Purple-Robed Marquis was beaten by him. It's a pity that he can only beat him up to this point."

Everyone continued to pay attention to the competition on the field.

Although they supported Marquis Zi Yi, they also hoped that Duanmu Yun could take a little more beating so that they could enjoy the show more.

But the miracle did not seem to continue for this young man.

Marquis Zi Yi leaped up and dealt Wei Ting a powerful blow.

Wei Ting was thrown out and fell to the edge of the ring with half of his body falling down.

The Purple-Robed Marquis grabbed his throat and said, "Who instructed you to do that? You attacked me as soon as you entered the arena, and you hit my weak spots everywhere, forcing me to be unable to draw my sword?"

Wei Ting's face was blue and purple from being pinched, but his eyes did not show any embarrassment at all: "My master!"

"Oh?" Purple-Robed Marquis smiled, "It seems that your master is very familiar with my weaknesses. But it's a pity that he is only familiar with me three years ago! I don't have any weaknesses now!"

With the last sentence, he opened up his aura, grabbed Wei Ting's throat, lifted him up high, and threw him heavily off the ring! "Ah! It's over! Purple Marquis won!"

"As expected, even with the help of Sky-Smashing Palm, there is absolutely no chance of winning against the Purple-Robed Marquis."

"Marquis Zi Yi is too powerful. Unless he meets the Assassin's Alliance, no one can defeat him. This is what we call popular support—"

"No... Look!"

Everyone saw an incredible scene.

The second son of Baihua Palace, who was sure to lose after being thrown off the ring, did not fall to the ground! His toes hooked on the waistband of the Purple-Robed Marquis, and his soles rested on the Purple-Robed Marquis's strong abdominal muscles. The powerful waist and abdominal strength made him lie flat in the air.

Click.

The fruit in the beautiful woman's hand fell.

The best man!

A rare man of the highest quality! Wei Ting looked at the Purple-Robed Marquis provocatively.

It seemed to be saying, keep falling, and see who lands first, me or your pants.

The Purple-Robed Marquis, who didn't want to show off his bird in public, was deeply ashamed by Wei Ting's shamelessness! He grabbed Wei Ting's ankles with both hands.

The bone-breaking hand! Crack! Wei Ting turned around and broke his bones in vain.

Instead, Wei Ting used the force to make a spin, hooked his neck with his other foot, and jumped back onto the ring!

Purple-Robed Marquis turned around coldly and asked, "Meteor Step?"

This time, everyone's eyes turned to Qianji Pavilion.

Zi Yi Hou said coldly: "Boy, who is your master?"

Wei Ting looked towards the viewing platform of Tianyu Hall with an innocent face.

Ji Minglou shuddered.

Marquis Zi Yi held the hilt of the sword: "In the first round, I didn't intend to draw my sword, but I have to admit that you are a qualified opponent. I will give you the respect that an opponent deserves, so draw your sword."

Wei Ting said: "If you want to draw your sword, just say so. No one will laugh at you."

Marquis Zi Yi drew out his sword coldly.

Wei Ting also slowly drew out the Qingfeng Sword and said with a cold look: "I only have one move."

Marquis Zi Yi said with a sharp gaze, "I only have one move."

"One sword decides the outcome."

"It's a deal."

There are no fancy moves, nor any diversionary maneuvers.

Both of them gathered their inner strength, leaped up, and slashed at each other with the most fierce sword energy! Ding! The sound of a gong rang out.

The guard raised the gavel: "The competition is over!"

Early second update 　　 　 (end of this chapter)