"Zhener, do you have confidence when facing Zhuang Yi?"

Facing his own son, Zhuang Fan, who has a cold personality, rarely showed a gentle side. He even had a smile on his face....com is very different from his usual image.

"Father, the child has full confidence." Zhuang Qizhen's fist clenched, shining with a fierce light, "Wait a minute, I will use the Red Fire Palm to teach him a lesson that I can't expect from life."

Zhuang Fan nodded, "I have seen Zhuang Yi's competition. In terms of real strength, he is far from your opponent. As long as you don't underestimate the enemy, it will not be difficult to defeat him."

He turned his head and looked at the direction of the ancestral hall, and a smile appeared on his face, "He was able to get to this point because the opponents he arranged for him were all poorly strong."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Qizhen's face became a little angry, "The clan leader and the others were too partial, so they deliberately arranged some weaker opponents for him. It was completely partial."

Zhuang Fan patted his son on the shoulder and smiled, "If it weren't for this, how could you meet such a poor opponent in the final?"

As he said that, his smile faded and became solemn, "True, this duel is crucial. My father has already won you a Qi Condensation Pill. Now, you have to fight for another one. With two Qi Condensation Pills, you can ensure that you increase your success rate when you hit the realm of a warrior."

"Yes, father, the child knows. The child will definitely not give him any chance." Zhuang Qizhen nodded and responded.

Zhuang Fan stared at his son's eyes, "I know you have a great holiday with Zhuang Yi, but no matter how much you hate him, you can't act voluntarily on the ring. You must defeat him as quickly as possible."

Zhuang Qizhen nodded solemnly.

While the father and son were talking, Zhuang Cangyun and the others walked out of the ancestral hall and were silent on the martial arts field.

Although there were not many people competing today, there were not many people watching it. Because today, there was a very attractive competition.

Zhuang Yi, the grandson of the former clan leader, and a thirteen-year-old middle-grade martial artist, won six consecutive games and reached the finals for the first time. All of this made the young man famous in a few days. The name of a genius chased Zhuang Xiaoyue.

His opponent, Zhuang Qizhen, is also the best in the younger generation of the family. Last year, he won the first place in the junior martial artist competition in the youth group.

This is destined to be a compelling competition.

Before the competition began, Zhuang Yiran came from the door. When he walked downstairs, the elder in charge of the referee had just read his name.

He jumped gently to the stage and bowed to the referee elder.

"Zhuang Qizhen." The elder read another person's name.

As soon as he finished speaking, a red figure shot from below to the stage. Zhuang Qizhen, wearing a red outfit, stood two meters away from Zhuang Yi, with excitement and hatred in his eyes flashing.

Below, an older elder looked at the two teenagers and had a thought in his mind at the same time, "Zhuang Yi, Zhuang Qizhen, is this fate?"

Thinking of this, he secretly looked at the second elder Zhuang Ting on the side, and saw that his brown face looked as normal and there was no abnormality.

"Let's start." Seeing that the two of them had already stood up, the referee announced loudly and then flashed to the side.

"Zhuang Yi, I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Thinking about the sound of your bone breaking, it must be wonderful." A happy smile spread across Zhuang Qizhen's face, and the faint scar on his mouth made his smile look a little hideous.

"Is that true?" Zhuang Yi's tone was faint, but he did not give in his words. "You still have the disgusting face, bullying the small ones with the big ones. It seems that the lessons I taught you in the past are quite profound."

Zhuang Qizhen's mouth twitched, and this sentence poked the pain point. Being beaten by Zhuang Yi, who was two years younger than him, in public was the most shameful thing in his life. He said gloomyly, "When I break your bones, I will see if you can still laugh."

"Dengdon"

Zhuang Qizhen took the lead and exerted force under his feet and rushed towards Zhuang Yi quickly. One palm had turned red.

As soon as the Red Fire Palm came up, he used his ultimate move.

The two of them were less than two meters away and took three steps. Zhuang Qizhen had already rushed to Zhuang Yi's body, and his red right palm was printed on Zhuang Yi's chest, and he was about to destroy him within one move.

Zhuang Yi's face turned solemn, and his right foot retreated back. There was an unpleasant friction sound, and the true energy was everywhere. The wooden ring floor was scraped off.

At the same time, the left and right arms quickly drew a circle, and a strong wind arose from the waved hands. The hands shrank and the fists pressed together, as if the whole body was shrinking into a ball.

With his waist twisted, the whole person seemed to expand in an instant, and the accumulated energy exploded, and the fists that were pressing together were pounding out like meteors.

The most domineering move of Changquan - "Swallowing Ten Thousand Miles", collided with the eighth-grade martial arts - Red Fire Palm.

As soon as the fist and palm were connected, a huge air flow overflowed around.

Zhuang Yi suddenly stepped back two steps as if he was electrocuted. His face was as red as if he was drunk.

On the other side, Zhuang Qizhen's body trembled slightly, a red light flashed in his eyes, and another kick was kicking under his feet, and his body was chasing Zhuang Yi like a cannonball. He seemed to want to defeat Zhuang Yi in one go.

Obviously, Zhuang Qi really gained the upper hand in the matchup just now.

Facing Zhuang Qizhen who was rushing towards him fiercely, Zhuang Yi made a mistake and twisted his feet, and the person had moved to the side and opened the distance.

The audience below immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They did not expect that the two of them would choose to fight as soon as they came up. What they did not expect was that Zhuang Yi could actually take over the Red Fire Palm.

"That move is so powerful that he really has an indomitable momentum. Unfortunately, he encountered the Red Fire Palm. The ninth-grade martial arts and the eighth-grade martial arts are indeed incomparable."

In the audience, the fifth elder murmured, although his voice was small, he could not hide the ears of the people next to him. However, no one agreed with him.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be puzzled and said, "Strange, I remember that Zhuang Yi had never learned Changquan. Who taught him?"

The people next to them were stunned. Although the ninth-grade martial arts Changquan is the most widely circulated martial arts, the next ten moves require the cooperation of true qi. Without the mantra, you cannot learn it.

When Zhuang Yi's father left, Zhuang Yi was not a martial artist, and obviously he was not taught by his father.

The first one that came to their minds was the terrifyingly powerful woman.

Then another thought arose. Apart from Changquan, did she teach Zhuang Yi other martial arts? For example, eighth-grade martial arts...

The second elder Zhuang Ting's brown face finally changed slightly. Obviously, he thought of this, and how could he not be nervous if his grandson was not nervous?

However, on the ring, Zhuang Qizhen was in great shape. He suppressed Zhuang Yi and beat him so hard that he had no power to fight back and was about to lose on the spot.

I only let go of my heart when I raised it. No matter how strong Zhuang Yi's ability to comprehend, how could he learn eighth-grade martial arts in just one year?

He thought so.
Chapter completed!