Now, not only did Lu Feng feel numb in his arms, but even his shoulders began to feel weak.
He was horrified and took a step back without hesitation, moving a dozen feet away from Qi Ping.
He stood solemnly at the edge of the ring, looking at Qi Ping with disbelief in his eyes at his failure.
How is it possible? This person actually guessed what I was thinking.
Qi Ping's prediction made everyone in the arena silent.
It seems that this disciple of Kongtong Sect is quite capable, as he was able to guess Lu Gunfeng's stick technique.
I think everyone present here has suffered from Lu Gunfeng's tricks, and they all still feel the dull pain from being hit by the stick.
Lu Gunfeng has met his match today, but he doesn't know if the boy from Kongtong Sect can continue to guess correctly.
Qi Ping smiled proudly and knocked on the golden armor under his clothes.
Fortunately, he borrowed this invulnerable soft armor from his senior brother before the competition, otherwise he would have probably suffered internal injuries from Lu Feng's move just now.
After a while, the ring suddenly became quiet again. Both of them looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward easily.
Ye Xin was so bored watching from the audience that she leaned against a tree and fell asleep. The result was obvious, and it was obvious that Qi Ping would win.
Lu Gunfeng's stick technique is unexpected, but as long as the opponent is faster than him and wears a set of soft armor, the competition will basically be meaningless.
Disciples from large sects do have a great advantage over lone wolves. For example, this time, the golden armor that is invulnerable to swords and spears can appear on an ordinary disciple. Unless the lone wolf is really powerful, he can only be defeated by the opponent's sword.
The following duel was exactly as Ye Xin had expected. Every move of Lu Feng was within Qi Ping's expectations. The stick techniques he swung were either anticipated or had no effect when hitting the soft armor.
Lu Feng failed to hit the target every time, and he felt a surge of anger in his heart.
Lu Gunfeng had never been defeated in ten battles, but how come he couldn't even beat a young boy here, and in front of so many martial arts heroes? How could he survive in the future?
Qi Ping was also tired. Although it didn't hurt when Lu Feng's stick hit him, his eyes could hardly bear staring at him as he walked.
He decided not to continue wasting time. Lu Feng's weakness was already clear, and there was no need to hold back.
Qi Ping took the initiative to attack. After his stick collided with Lu Feng's again, he quickly turned his scimitar, hooked the stick and lifted it up into the sky.
“Crack!”
Half of the stick fell to the ground. Lu Feng turned his head and saw Qi Ping's scimitar stopped at the tip of his nose.
"Thank you."
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