In fact, Ding Ning still hoped from the bottom of his heart that Xiahou could put aside his hatred and turn the feud with Xiahou Weiyang into friendship.

Seeing that he was finally willing to use Xiahou Weiyang's martial arts inheritance also meant that he gradually let go of his hatred and became a good friend and brother. He was very happy with this change.

Chao Lu said he was arrogant, but he was extremely calm when he was on stage. He was never in a hurry to take action. He kept circling around Xia Hou with a horse rope in one hand and a full-moon scimitar in the other, trying to find his flaws.

Xiahou's horse stood with a golden sword holding a halberd, Yue Tingyuan stood at the front, showing the unmistakable demeanor of a great master. It seemed that there were flaws all over his body, but there were traps everywhere, which made Chaolu feel a little restless.

Time passed by minute by second, and the audience in the audience was waiting anxiously. The two people were spinning around in circles with nothing to watch, but they were unwilling to give up this rare master showdown. They could only wait patiently with their eyes wide open.

At a certain moment, Xia Hou suddenly moved. His halberd was as fast as a dragon and as fast as lightning. With an indomitable and fierce momentum, the tip of the halberd went straight towards Lu's throat and stabbed him.

Chaolu was not a person who had gained fame in vain. He was startled and retreated as fast as the wind. The round-moon scimitar in his hand drew a series of wave-like arcs, which collided with the halberd, and sparks shot out.

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The halberd method used by Xiahou was a mass killing technique used on the battlefield. The halberd was bulky, but powerful and heavy. It covered a wide range and was suitable for mid- to long-distance killing.

The scimitar used by Chaolu was suitable for close combat. It was extremely difficult to resist a heavy weapon like Fang Tian's painted halberd. He soon fell into a passive situation of being beaten. He could only defend but not attack. He was forced to retreat continuously and could only hold on. Look.

The situation is precarious, and victory or defeat can only happen in a split second.

Everyone in the audience cheered loudly, believing that Xiahou would win, and they all clamored to kill him, kill him.

Even Ling Yun and others thought that Xiahou would definitely win, and they all smiled happily, waiting for Xiahou to kill Chaolu with a halberd and win this battle.

Ding Ning frowned, and his heart rose in his throat. The situation on the court seemed to be one-sided, but in fact it was not.

Na Chaolu seemed to be struggling to his death, but his steps were relaxed and unhurried, showing no sign of defeat, and he never made a move with the lasso in his left hand. This must be his strategy of consuming Xiahou's physical strength and waiting for the opportunity to launch a desperate counterattack.

The attack range of heavy weapons is long, but because of its bulkiness, it also consumes a lot of physical strength. However, Chaolu made up his mind to wait for work and prepared to fight a protracted battle to consume Xiahou's physical strength. Even though Xiahou's physique was different from ordinary people after practicing Ba Ti Jue,

But if the stalemate continues for a long time, sooner or later it will become too much.

It's just that he believed in Xiahou. With Xiahou's rich combat experience, how could he not see through something that he could see through? But Xiahou's attacks were always fierce, like a violent storm without interruption, so Ding Ning couldn't figure him out.

Was it intentional, or was he really carried away by the desire to win?

People were coming and going on the stage, turning into afterimages of their debut, and actually fell into a stalemate, which attracted continuous cheers from the audience.

Although the previous battle between Lang Dong and Lang Bei was also very exciting, the process was too fast after all. The battle was solved with one crushing move, and there was no enjoyment at all. How could Xiahou and Chaolu meet their opponents and meet good talents?

The battle is exciting.

Ding Ning's heart was in his throat, and he was ready to take action at any time. Although it was a life and death duel, he would never let Xia Hou die in the ring like this, even if he risked the disgrace of the world and ended up in the wrong place.

Despite his reputation, he also wanted to ensure Xiahou's life and safety.

Because Xiahou's momentum and physical strength had begun to decline at this moment, Fang Tian's Huaji's offensive seemed to be fierce, but in fact it began to slow down undetectably.

To outsiders, it seemed that the offensive was still as fierce, but as an opponent, Chaolu felt the same subtle changes. He suddenly felt happy and wanted to seize the flaw and start to counterattack.

Unexpectedly, Xiahou suddenly retreated and stopped the fighting. Chaolu's prepared follow-up move lost its target and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's boring. I still don't have enough proficiency in using this halberd technique. It doesn't feel as satisfying as fists!"

Xia Hou reached out and threw Fang Tian's painted halberd down the stage. The tail of the halberd pointed downwards steadily, and with a click, it penetrated the deck and stood on the ground.

Ding Ning's muscles all over his body began to relax, his mind settled down, and he understood that Xiahou had only used Chaolu as a target of competition before, and was using the halberd technique that he was familiar with and had just learned, and now he started to put it into practice.

Chaolu's face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly: "You can't do anything to me with your weapons. Now you don't have much physical strength left. How long can you hold on? You still want to defeat me with your bare hands? It's just a dream."

"NONONO, you are wrong. I really don't have much energy left, and I won't be able to hold on for much longer."

A strange smile appeared on Xiahou's face: "But if I want to defeat you, I only need to use one punch, so there is no need to exhaust my energy."

"Hahaha, that's ridiculous. You can beat me with one punch? Are you daydreaming?"

Chao Lu laughed angrily and taunted loudly.

"It's funny. You can't defeat him with weapons, but he defeated Master Chaolu with one punch. It's really ridiculous."

"I think he doesn't defeat the enemy with his fists, but blows them to death with his mouth."

"I thought Qingyun Security was all good people, but I didn't expect someone to be even more awesome. But this guy's talent is something he can boast about."

"Lord Chaolu, fuck him to death. He's so arrogant that he can boast nonsense."

"I want to see how he beat Chaolu to death with one punch. If he can really do it, I will eat this bench leg alive."

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There was immediately a lot of discussion in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and all kinds of cynicism, contempt and ridicule arose in droves.

It made people fall into a strange silence. Although most people thought that Xia Hou was bragging, the strong strength shown by Qingyun Security today made them feel deeply afraid and did not dare to express their opinions at will, lest they slap themselves in the face.

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"Then let me show you what bull boxing is."

Xia Hou said calmly, slowly raised his hand as if doing Tai Chi, and punched slowly.

"Hahaha, you're so slow, are you doing Tai Chi?"

"It's so ridiculous. Is this guy a tease? Did he do it on purpose?"

"Not to mention Mr. Chaolu, even I can easily dodge this punch."

"Ox boxing, it's really awesome. I think it's snail boxing, right?"

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The entire Seventh Prince's Palace roared with laughter, shouting and taunting one after another. Even the Seventh Prince, who had always kept a straight face, couldn't help laughing.

Although the others didn't want to hit themselves in the face, they couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook their heads when they saw Xia Hou's slow punch, and began to discuss in disappointed voices. It seemed that they had too much confidence in Qingyun Security.

Even a child can dodge his punches, let alone a strong master like Chaolu.

However, soon after, the smiles on everyone's faces froze, and the sarcastic voices became quieter and quieter, until it was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

It wasn't that they saw how extraordinary Xia Hou's punch was, but the horrified expression on Chao Lu's face made them realize that this punch didn't seem simple.

Most people can't see it, but warriors with advanced cultivation are clearly aware that the vitality of heaven and earth seems to be fluctuating violently, and the surrounding air has become thicker.

"The outcome is decided, Xiahou wins!"

Ding Ning was like a divine fortune teller, speaking with a relaxed expression.

Some people in the crowd didn't know why, but those who had practiced Ba Ti Jue nodded in agreement, agreeing with Ding Ning's inference.

Just kidding, they all have personally experienced the power of Ba Ti Jue. It is a boxing technique that goes against the will of heaven and breaks the shackles of heaven and earth.

The highest among them has only practiced the third punch, but they know better than anyone how powerful this boxing technique is that can instantly burst out the power of every cell in the body, let alone Xia Hou who has perfected the fourth punch.

Chaolu was heartbroken. Although he ridiculed Xiahou with his mouth, he did not relax his vigilance in his heart. After all, he knew very well that at the level of a great master, no one would brag in front of everyone. If he kept his word, he would do it.

If you fail to do so, wouldn’t it make the world laugh at you?

He had absolute self-confidence. Even if Xiahou had a trump card, he would not be able to kill him instantly with one punch, so he always watched with a cold eye and wanted to accept the punch openly.

He believed that as long as he could take the punch that Xia Hou regarded as his trump card, there would no longer be any suspense about the outcome, and he would get the five million promised by the Seventh Prince. This made his heart feel hot, and he lost the ability to stop it.

Xia Hou had the chance to make this punch.

As soon as he punched out, the heaven and earth changed. The terrifying vitality of heaven and earth actually made the nearby air extremely viscous, making him feel like he was stuck in a swamp. Even his movements of resisting with a knife were as slow as slow motion.

He wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but the speed of opening his mouth to speak was as slow as time. Instead, Xiahou's slow fists were as fast as meteors in his eyes, and they kept getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision...

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Xia Hou seemed to be venting his accumulated anger, but seemed unable to completely control his power. This punch seemed extremely slow but was actually extremely fast and hit Chaolu firmly on the forehead.

Bang!

Chaolu's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, red, white, and black all over the floor. Only a headless body was still standing there. It took a long time before he fell down with a thud in front of the horrified eyes of the audience.

On the ground.

This punch suddenly bloomed like the most gorgeous fireworks, releasing the most primitive, brutal and violent mechanical beauty. Even the disgusting headless corpse made people lose the desire to vomit and indulge in that punch.

in the style.

Xia Hou staggered, staggered, and fell backwards, with a helpless smile on his face.

This punch is awesome, but the punch that bursts out all the strength in an instant will drain all the strength from his body at the same time, making him lose all strength. Even an eight-year-old child who is weak at this moment can kill him easily.

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Therefore, this kind of boxing technique can only be used as a trump card in a desperate situation where one is desperate to survive. Otherwise, one can only be slaughtered by others.

This is the arena. With the young master and Qingyun security, he doesn't need to leave any escape route for himself, so he wants to use this punch. For this reason, he gave up any other method of killing Chaolu, just to verify this punch.

How powerful can it be.

The result made him very satisfied. It was really strong. If a strong person in the divine martial realm didn't hide, this punch would be enough to kill him.

An afterimage flashed like a ghost, and Xiahou had disappeared from the ring. When everyone looked in horror, they discovered that Xiahou had appeared in the seats of Qingyun Security, sitting on a man wearing a peaked cap with a face on his face.

Next to a young man wearing sunglasses.

Xiahou's waist was still straight and straight, and his pale face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the person who had lost strength before was not him but someone else.
Chapter completed!