Chapter 736: Chapter 739: Walking the Dog?
Lei Zhenhu was not only powerful and fierce in his attacks, but he had also sculpted his body to a certain degree, especially with his Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt, which was famously formidable within the rcenary World.
At this mont, his formidable side was revealed. Protected by the Golden Bell Shield, he moved swiftly towards Qin Tian, and his fierce punching technique was constantly at work, bombarding Qin Tian with one heavy punch after another!
Each punch generated a fierce wind, any of which, if it hit Qin Tian, would definitely severely injure him.
Hu hu hu!
Lei Zhenhu attacked Qin Tian consecutively, yelling, "I’ll have you on the ground within ten moves!"
Qin Tian, however, was dodging using his nimble footwork.
If this fool wanted to exhaust his own strength, then let him exhaust it a bit more. Qin Tian was not foolish enough to go head-to-head against him.
After all, today’s competition wasn’t just this one round; there were several more rounds to go, and if he exhausted all his strength now, winning the championship later would beco even more strenuous.
Most of the spectators in the Observation Group were focusing on Arena No. 1, as Lei Zhenhu was well-known, and his tall stature easily caught people’s attention.
"Hehe, look, the captain of the Fierce Tiger Team is dominating that young man. By the looks of it, it won’t be long before that young man is defeated."
"Of course, did you see who the captain is? Who is that young man? I’ve never seen him before; I don’t recognize him. Competing against the captain, he’s just unlucky."
"Hehe, I’ve long heard about the captain’s Vajra Fist. Don’t talk about anything else; if the captain lands a punch on that kid, the kid will either be severely injured or disabled—there’s no third possibility."
"Is he that impressive? Tsk tsk. It seems that the Asian rcenary Association is indeed full of formidable people."
The spectators in the Observing Group’s area were abuzz with discussions, with most of them focused on the bout between Lei Zhenhu and Qin Tian at Arena No. 1. They mostly didn’t recognize Qin Tian; only a few people, with eyes widened in doubt, said, "This kid... he really looks like the Dragon King, Qin Tian, from Dragon Soul..."
On the stage, by this ti, several arenas had already determined their winners. The Persian Gulf Team’s captain, Lambosky, used only six moves to defeat his opponent and secured the victory first.
Soon, several other arenas also concluded their battles, including the No. 2 arena with Zhao Han.
Zhao Han and Gao Dang exchanged over a dozen moves, each defending and attacking, but Zhao Han’s attacks were clearly much weaker than Gao Dang’s. After a minute and a half, Zhao Han was defeated by Gao Dang, who knocked him to the ground, and he admitted his defeat.
Eight arenas, and three minutes later, only Arena No. 1 and another, No. 8 arena, still had fighters engaged in combat.
Arena No. 8 was ongoing because the two contestants were equally matched, making it difficult to determine a winner.
Whereas at Arena No. 1, Qin Tian was continuously dodging, and thus no opportunity to decide a victory had arisen yet.
At this ti, the audience was loudly discussing, with most people mocking Qin Tian’s incessant defense and dodging.
Zhao Han looked on, slightly surprised, "Eh, Brother Qin hasn’t lost yet? I’ve already been defeated. Impressive, his ability to dodge Lei Zhenhu’s attacks is indeed extraordinary. To hold on until now, Brother Qin can lose gloriously in a bit. To persist against Lei Zhenhu to this extent, though defeated, would still be honorable."
However, Zhengwei Hu in the chairman’s stand didn’t see it that way.
Seeing Lei Zhenhu unable to secure a victory after a long attack, Zhengwei Hu frowned.
"Didn’t Lei Zhenhu say Qin Tian was easy to handle? I arranged him for this, and yet it’s been ten minutes, and he still hasn’t subdued him?"
"If he continues fighting like this, Lei Zhenhu will use too much energy, and even if he defeats Qin Tian later, winning the next round will probably be difficult ."
"No, wait, that kid’s speed, figure, how is it so fast?"
Zhengwei Hu noticed that every ti Qin Tian dodged, it was as if he anticipated where Lei Zhenhu was going to strike, allowing him to easily avoid even a touch to his clothing by Lei Zhenhu.
"This... This kid is not simple at all, he’s really keeping sothing up his sleeve!"
Hu Zhengwei’s skills were not inferior to Lei Zhenhu’s, and with his broad experience, he keenly sensed that the atmosphere in the ring was off. This scene did not look like Lei Zhenhu was aggressively pushing Qin Tian into retreat; rather, it seed like Qin Tian was leading Lei Zhenhu by the nose, intentionally defending!
Qin Tian was the true master of the ring!?
In the audience and on the main stage, many martial arts masters also noticed this, and at this mont, all eyes were on Qin Tian.
anwhile, after a tough fifteen-minute battle, ring number eight finally had a victor.
On the square, only Qin Tian and Lei Zhenhu were left in ring number one!
Finally...
This was the mont Qin Tian had been waiting for!
On one hand, he used defense to drain Lei Zhenhu’s energy.
On the other hand, he was deliberately stalling for ti, intentionally delaying until only he and Lei Zhenhu were left in the square.
Because only then would all the attention of the arena be focused on him.
Because only then could War Dragon’s first appearance at the rcenary Association make a sensational impact—
Defeating the indomitable leader of the Fierce Tiger Team, Lei Zhenhu, and declaring the strong return of the Dragon King, Qin Tian!
War Dragon, set sail against the wind!
Qin Tian had his own calculations—
In today’s ring competition, as long as he defeated Lei Zhenhu, no one would doubt his strength in the rcenary Association when War Dragon sought to rally allies in the future!
"Damn it, Qin Tian, you son of a bitch, all you do is run. Can’t you fight
properly!?"
Seeing that only the two of them were left in the ring, Lei Zhenhu was also getting anxious.
He had initially wanted to defeat Qin Tian in a few moves, giving a good start for the Fierce Tiger Team while teaching Qin Tian a lesson.
But unexpectedly, Qin Tian was slippery as an eel; he literally could not be touched and had dragged out the ti until now, leaving their ring the only one without a decided victor.
This, in Lei Zhenhu’s view, was utterly embarrassing!
"Kid, try to take a punch from . If you can handle it, I’ll concede defeat!"
Lei Zhenhu, furious and ashad, unleashed his Vajra Fist—each movent formidable beyond asure, each bringing a whistling wind.
"Don’t be so impatient, I haven’t walked the dog enough yet, co on, continue..."
Qin Tian laughed heartily, his deanor lighthearted.
However, between his brows, Qin Tian had already seen that Lei Zhenhu was significantly drained and was ntally breaking down.
Hearing Qin Tian’s words, Lei Zhenhu grew even angrier, and his attacks increased in intensity!
However, at this mont, Lei Zhenhu was already at the end of his strength; in his panic, although his attacks were fierce, his openings and weaknesses were plainly exposed in front of Qin Tian.
It happened in a blink—the constantly dodging Qin Tian finally made his move—
"You’ve lost!"
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