Super God Pet Shop

Chapter 1155 Taking an Inch and a Mile (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)

"Wind Summoning Technique!"

After a fierce battle, Tang Jingyu suddenly flicked his fingers, and a silver light flashed at his fingertips. A sudden gust of wind rose up on the arena, and the wind swirled rapidly, turning into a small hurricane like a white mist, enveloping the young man surnamed Qin.

"True Dharma!" a disciple exclaimed from below the stage.

"They've actually mastered such a powerful technique!" one disciple exclaimed with envy.

Caught off guard by the hurricane, the young man surnamed Qin was suddenly thrown into the hurricane. At that moment, Tang Jingyu rushed into the hurricane as well. The surrounding forces seemed to rotate with the swing of his arms. He quickly struck out with both palms, sending the young man surnamed Qin flying off the stage and crashing to the ground.

Whoosh!

The falling boy was caught by a force and pulled to He Buyu's side.

The young man with the squinty smile on his face now had a slightly cold expression as he stared at Tang Jingyu on the stage: "You've mastered the true technique after only one year of cultivation. Senior Mu has indeed found a good disciple."

Mu Xuefeng remained calm, sitting in her armchair as if high above the clouds, without responding.

She still held the same mindset: He Buyu in front of her was not qualified to talk to her about these things.

Zhuang Bizhe chuckled and said, "Junior Brother He, who's next?"

He Buyu glanced at the people around him. There were several skilled fighters beside him, whose strength was slightly inferior to Qin Feng's. If they were to fight the one Qin Feng had previously defeated, it wouldn't be difficult, but against Tang Jingyu in front of him, they would just be easy prey.

"I can only leave it to you." He Buyu looked at a young man beside him.

The young man appeared to be of average appearance and unremarkable, but he possessed a calm and composed demeanor.

"No problem, Senior Brother He."

The young man said with a smile.

After saying that, he took a step forward and fell straight into the deep ditch outside the arena, falling like a weight without using any movement techniques to slow down.

But upon landing, it stood quietly, without causing much impact, as if it had always been standing there.

This move surprised and shocked many people.

The next moment, the young man pushed off slightly and easily jumped to the same height as the ring. He stepped forward and landed right on the edge of the ring, as if he had stepped onto the ring from flat ground.

The entire process was extremely casual and relaxed, which shocked many students and disciples present. They never expected that someone could control their power to such a precise degree.

Moreover, they are freshmen just like them.

Zhuang Bizhe's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at Tang Jingyu. Seeing the other's interested expression and recalling the other's true technique, he felt somewhat relieved: "Get ready, let's begin."

"Please enlighten me, Mr. Fang," the young man said calmly, bowing slightly.

Seeing this, Tang Jingyu returned the greeting: "Tang Jingyu, please enlighten me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man surnamed Fang made a sudden move, quickly closing in and arriving at a distance of more than ten meters from Tang Jingyu in the blink of an eye.

"Wind Summoning Technique!"

Tang Jingyu immediately used his true magic again. Since he had already been exposed, there was no need to hide it anymore.

The hurricane reappeared, engulfing the young man surnamed Fang. The young man, who had been sprinting rapidly, suddenly slowed down, as if he were walking calmly. But every step was extremely steady and as solid as a rock. The hurricane could not shake his body.

"Um?"

Tang Jingyu raised an eyebrow, then suddenly changed his finger technique: "Spirit Mist!"

Suddenly, white mist drifted out from the hurricane, and the hurricane's power slowed down, but the swirling white mist gradually covered the entire arena.

No one else could see the two figures in the white mist, but Tang Jingyu could clearly sense their location and immediately threw a punch at them.

Whoosh!

The young man surnamed Fang suddenly turned his head and then slashed out with a palm, aiming straight for Tang Jingyu's neck—swift, accurate, and ruthless.

Tang Jingyu's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly twisted his neck to dodge, but the palm turned into a sharp claw, grabbing Tang Jingyu's shoulder. With a pull and a push, the young man surnamed Fang's shoulder slammed into Tang Jingyu's neck and throat as he pushed. The movement was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, Tang Jingyu was sent flying backward.

Zhuang Bizhe's expression changed slightly upon seeing this.

This spiritual mist was a simple illusion, and naturally it could not conceal their vision.

Unexpectedly, in a single exchange, Tang Jingyu used two true techniques and fell to the bottom, losing so quickly!

"Such sharp skills! He crushed Xiao Tang with just his physical strength and martial arts. Before joining the sect, this guy must have been a martial arts fanatic with superb physical skills." Zhuang Bizhe's eyes were gloomy. He had already seen the outcome of the battle and felt some resentment and anger. This meant that He Buyu's intimidation had been effective.

Inside the venue.

Tang Jingyu quickly got up from the ground, feeling a burning sensation in his throat, as if it were about to break. Even breathing was painful. He hurriedly mobilized his spiritual energy to heal his throat, and only then did he feel a slight coolness.

"The spirit mist and the wind summoning techniques were ineffective against him. What kind of technique is this?" Tang Jingyu looked at the other party with some shock. He came from a family of cultivators, and these two Foundation Establishment stage techniques were secret skills collected by his family. They were considered very powerful techniques in the Foundation Establishment stage. He did not expect them to be broken so easily!

Moreover, the opponent hasn't even used their true magic yet.

"Admit defeat. You are no match for me. Before I joined your sect, I had reached the Grandmaster level in physical skills." The young man surnamed Fang said with a cold and sharp gaze.

Although he was not old, he had already reached the Grandmaster level and was already famous far and wide, enjoying great renown among mortals in the secular world.

"Admit defeat?" Tang Jingyu's expression changed immediately upon hearing the other party's words. He felt humiliated and angry. From childhood to adulthood, he had never admitted defeat. He always strived to be number one in everything, and he had indeed succeeded.

"Thunderbolts!"

Tang Jingyu suddenly made a finger gesture and attacked again. A crackling sound of electricity suddenly appeared, and a bolt of lightning appeared in his palm. He slammed his palm down to kill his opponent.

The young man surnamed Fang's eyes darkened, as if he had noticed Tang Jingyu's actions. He stared at the other party with full vigilance.

"die!"

Tang Jingyu slapped the other person's chest with his palm.

But at that moment, the young man surnamed Fang, who had been staring intently at him, suddenly swayed, narrowly dodging his hand. He then flipped over and slapped Tang Jingyu on the back of the head. The heavy force made Tang Jingyu's mind go blank, and he froze on the spot, not even knowing what he was going to do.

This momentary lapse in concentration gave the young man surnamed Fang an opportunity. He used both his hands and feet to throw several punches in succession, and then kicked Tang Jingyu in the waist and abdomen, sending him flying off the stage.

Tang Jingyu snapped out of his daze, his expression changing drastically. However, he had not yet mastered flight, so he used the Wind Summoning Technique to propel himself back onto the arena with the power of this true technique.

But just as he turned back, he was hit by punches and kicks from the young man surnamed Fang again. Tang Jingyu had nowhere to grab his weight in mid-air and immediately fell off the martial arts stage.

A dark glint flashed in Zhuang Bizhe's eyes. He caught Tang Jingyu as he fell with a wave of his hand, an action that signified Tang Jingyu's defeat in the battle.

Seeing this, the disciples outside were all somewhat bewildered.

The arena was shrouded in white mist, making it impossible for them to see the two fighting. But in the blink of an eye, Tang Jingyu was kicked out of the arena and lost.

Isn't this white mist Tang Jingyu's true magic?

Defeated by one's own true power?

Many disciples found it hard to understand, and then a terrifying thought occurred to them: Could it be that the young man surnamed Fang had already reached the Core Formation Realm?!

Thinking of this, many people couldn't help but gasp, feeling a chill in their hearts.

At this moment, the white mist on the arena had dissipated, revealing the figure of the young man surnamed Fang standing on the stage.

Zhuang Bizhe calmly announced the results, displaying great composure.

He Buyu chuckled and said, "Senior Brother Zhuang, I heard that Senior Mu has taken in six Immortal Physique practitioners this time. Shall we continue?"

Zhuang Bizhe frowned, glanced at the young man surnamed Fang who was standing on the stage and showed no intention of leaving, and said, "No need. This Junior Brother Fang is exceptionally talented, and others may not be his match."

"How would you know if you didn't compete? Besides, it's just a friendly exchange, everyone learns from each other and can improve together," He Buyu said with a smile.

A flash of anger crossed Zhuang Bizhe's eyes. He had already gone this far; did the other party intend to defeat all of their disciples before giving up?

(End of this chapter)