Xiang Mo never expected to make a breakthrough in the martial arts tournament and find his future path. Originally, he only wanted to accumulate more experience and slowly absorb the gains from the tournament after returning home, striving to make a breakthrough.
Unexpectedly, he made a breakthrough in his battle with Chen Yang, finding his own problems and future direction.
At this moment, he was even more confident about the battle.
"I am very grateful to you. Unfortunately, I must defeat you now. I will definitely visit you to express my gratitude when I have the opportunity in the future," Xiang Mo said sincerely to Chen Yang.
"So you think you're guaranteed to win?" Chen Yang asked with a smile.
"It may sound arrogant to say this, but that's really what I think."
Without another word, Chen Yang moved swiftly, charging towards his opponent with tiger-like strides. A punch landed squarely on his head.
Xiang Mo raised his hand to block, having already grasped the extent of Chen Yang's power, and was not afraid of him.
And indeed, Chen Yang did not unleash any greater power.
"I told you, I'm going to win," Xiang Mo said calmly.
Chen Yang rubbed his hands; even with only 30% of his strength, he really couldn't do anything to Xiang Mo.
"It seems I have no choice but to use my Little Chen Flying Dagger," Chen Yang muttered to himself.
Xiang Mo was taken aback. Little Chen's Flying Dagger? What is that?
Chen Yang threw off his coat, revealing his vest underneath and a ring of blunt-tipped hardwood throwing knives wrapped around his waist.
These are the throwing knives prepared by the competition organizers. However, this is the first time they have been used in all the years of the event, and they were covered in a layer of dust when Chen Yang received them.
In modern society, cold weapons have already declined, let alone uncommon cold weapons like throwing knives. The organizers were just making preparations as a precaution and never expected that they would be used one day.
For safety reasons, the throwing knives are made of hardwood and have blunt tips.
After all, throwing knives are uncontrollable once released, and they can easily cause death, so they have significant limitations.
Under these circumstances, who would have thought that Chen Yang would actually pull out a throwing knife, especially in front of Xiang Mo, an Iron Shirt cultivator?
Even if Xiang Mo stood still and let Chen Yang shoot, he might not be able to hurt him, right?
Meanwhile, a few people in the audience were also live streaming. There weren't many viewers, only a few thousand, but they went wild the moment they saw Chen Yang show off his wooden throwing knives.
"Damn, that's awesome! Little Li Flying Dagger?"
"You're an amateur. This throwing knife is made of wood and has no point. Your opponent is practicing Iron Shirt. It would be foolish to show your throwing knife at this time, especially on a ring with such limited space."
"That's right, I agree with the previous person's opinion. I think so."
Some of the viewers were industry insiders. After all, to others, such live streams are just boring commercial promotions, and you can't really see anything from below the stage; it's just two people fighting randomly on stage. So many viewers are martial arts practitioners themselves.
Just when everyone thought Chen Yang was just showing off, he made his move, and no one else even saw how fast he moved.
Besides Xingyi Quan, Chen Yang also excelled in throwing knives. Unlike Xingyi Quan, throwing knives were honed through real combat and were used frequently during hunting.
With the combined aid of Eagle Eyes and Wolf Bloodline, Chen Yang's throwing knife skills were practically like having a cheat code.
With unparalleled eyesight and unwavering body control, he was practically born to throw knives.
The moment Chen Yang threw the flying knife, Xiang Mo sensed danger, and this sense of danger came from his crotch.
He didn't even have time to curse Chen Yang in his heart before he quickly dodged.
Even if you master the Iron Shirt technique to its highest level, you still can't train your little baby. It's not like the Thirteen Protectors in Stephen Chow's movies who can train their bodies and even shrink their penises into their abdomens.
But as soon as he made the dodge, he felt a pain in his chest, which made him involuntarily take a step back.
The throwing knife aimed at his crotch struck his leg, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.
In that instant, he knew he was finished.
At the same time, he was filled with disbelief. Was the throwing knife aimed at his crotch a delayed attack? Chen Yang's throwing knife skills had reached such a level that he could even predict his movements and the knife was so fast that he couldn't judge its trajectory. His body's instinctive reaction had backfired.
If his throwing knife hadn't been made of wood, but rather a sharp metal knife, it would definitely have pierced his chest by now.
Is this man really that terrifying?
If Chen Yang knew that Xiang Mo had so many thoughts the moment he fell, he would definitely be secretly laughing.
The flying knife that was thrown later was a trap, but it was just a coincidence that it hit Xiang Mo's leg. He wasn't so amazing that he could even predict Xiang Mo's evasive trajectory.
Xiang Mo, on the other hand, was utterly despondent. Although throwing knives was a form of cheating, the stark difference in skill still made him feel terrible.
After getting up again, he had completely lost his will to fight and said directly, "I lost."
Xiang Mo looked like he had suffered a severe blow, and all his previous confidence had vanished.
The audience in the audience and those watching the live broadcast only realized what was happening now, and there was an uproar.
"Holy crap, what happened?"
"I have a recording, let's watch the replay."
"Quickly, share the link, we need the truth."
"Wait a minute, let me upload it... Okay."
After watching the recording, everyone was shocked; this was simply unbelievable. Is this guy's surname Li?
In normal playback, you can only see Chen Yang quickly throwing two throwing knives, but only in slow playback can you see every detail of Chen Yang's movements, his natural knife-wielding technique, and his confident and steady throwing of the knives.
In their eyes, Xiang Mo was like someone who had run straight into a flying knife.
Only Xiang Mo himself knew that Chen Yang had taken advantage of his years of martial arts intuition to induce him to make the wrong moves.
Although only the person involved can truly understand the mystery, it doesn't stop others from marveling at it.
After Chen Yang's victory, he didn't linger on the stage to savor the feeling of being a victor, and immediately walked off the stage.
In fact, the throwing knife was just a means for him to conceal his power; it wasn't necessary, as he didn't want to expose his strength.
Throwing knives can't be used all the time.
On the ring, the restrictions are too great. Once you have a certain level of recognition of his throwing knives and know how to defend against them, it will be very difficult to hit them. After all, the opponents you face next are all masters, masters, and masters of masters.
If he can defeat Xiang Mo, then Flying Knife can retire.
If it were a real throwing knife, Chen Yang would have the upper hand as long as he created a slight distance. Even if the opponent also had a melee weapon, it would be difficult to stop him.
After Chen Yang stepped off the stage, Xiang Mo suddenly shouted to Chen Yang, "Chen Yang, I will become stronger, and I will definitely challenge your Little Chen Flying Dagger again."
"Oh," Chen Yang replied indifferently, a response that made one want to vomit blood.
However, it was Xiang Mo's declaration of war that made Little Chen's Flying Daggers famous overnight.
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