Volume 2: Jade Promise Chapter 115: Die, Pikachu!
When Tang Zheng looked up, he was also slightly stunned.
It’s not that Leng Zhan has recovered, but quite the opposite. His current state is even more miserable than Tang Zheng’s.
The severity of the backlash of martial arts is basically proportional to the power of the martial arts itself.
Therefore, only Tang Zheng's double Kaio-ken could completely blow his right arm apart.
The "Thunder Emperor incarnation" of the Cold War is, of course, not as good as the double Kaio-ken in terms of explosive power, but in terms of comprehensive power, it is at least one level higher than the double Kaio-ken.
Therefore, after Tang Zheng used the Cloud-Stepping Steps to cross the Lei Yu restricted area, activated his astrological talent, and cheated once to interrupt his "Thunder Emperor incarnation", Leng Zhan suffered a very serious backlash.
Originally, before Leng Zhan opened his astrological talent, he had already been stabbed all over by Tang Zheng. After the backlash of his martial arts being interrupted this time, there was hardly a piece of intact skin and flesh left on his body.
Moreover, looking at the strange bending angles of Leng Zhan's arm and calf, we know that this arm and leg, after being blown away by the backlash shock wave of the skill, hit the railing of the ring and broke bones.
With such serious injuries on his body, if he were an ordinary warrior, he would have been lying on the ground by now, unable to get up. Nine out of ten times he would have directly declared the challenge failed and stepped down as soon as possible to receive treatment.
However, Leng Zhan is not an ordinary warrior, nor is he one of the 90% of ordinary people.
Under the gaze of the audience, he relied on just one leg, holding onto the railing of the ring beside him, and slowly moved his body upwards.
The railing of the ring had been smeared bright red by the wounds on his body, which was unbearable to look at. However, Leng Zhan did not care at all. He gritted his teeth, as if as long as he could stand up again, he would continue to fight with Tang Zheng, and he kept moving his body perseveringly.
Three whole years, Leng Zhan had been at Yisuli Academy for a total of three years, although many outsiders thought that he had wasted three years at Yisuli Academy.
But only the students of Yisu Academy knew that in the past three years, he had never been lazy in his practice, and had fought one battle after another, winning one victory after another.
With the help of the thunder hammer in his hand, he never lost a single battle, no matter whether he faced challenges from students within Yisuli Academy, students from other academies who came to compete with him, or even training in the military camp during the holidays. He faced countless warriors of the same level, and even some warriors who had just entered the three-star level.
Almost all the students of Yisu Academy always saw Leng Zhan standing in front of the fallen body of his opponent, holding high the invincible thunder hammer in his hand, with a heroic and vigorous demeanor.
Never before have I seen Leng Zhan so embarrassed and struggling as he did today.
However, not a single student in the venue showed him a sneering or disrespectful look. Everyone looked at Leng Zhan's struggling body with a hint of admiration.
This is a real warrior. You can kill him, but you can never defeat him!
Finally, after a long effort, Leng Zhan finally stood up leaning against the railing of the ring. However, at this moment, he could no longer lift the thunder hammer in his hand, so he propped it up behind his back so that his body could stand more steadily and straighter.
When Leng Zhan stood up on the ring again, there was a sudden burst of applause in the venue.
Including Tang Zheng on the ring, he clapped without hesitation.
"Come on, continue, the fight is not over yet!" Leng Zhan leaned on the railing. Although he no longer had the strength to move forward, he still looked at Tang Zheng without fear, coughed twice, and said.
Looking at Leng Zhan's face, Tang Zheng smiled and shook his head, saying, "What a difficult guy. In the end, he still creates difficulties for me. It's not easy for me to win a game."
Tang Zheng, who also has only one foot that can move, actually only looks slightly better than Leng Zhan at the moment. If they really want to continue fighting, any one-star warrior who rushes up now could probably knock them down with just one martial art.
But Cold War is right, the battle is not over yet!
According to the rules of an open challenge, either the challenging party voluntarily admits defeat, or one party falls to the ground and is unable to stand up, or one party is knocked out of the ring. Otherwise, the open challenge will not end.
It was obvious that Leng Zhan would never admit defeat on his own initiative. If Tang Zheng wanted to win, he had to either knock Leng Zhan down so that he couldn't even stand up, which was also difficult to do. According to Leng Zhan's temperament, as long as he had a breath left, he would rely on his abnormal willpower and bite the railing with his teeth to stand up again.
If you want to win but don't want to kill Leng Zhan accidentally, there is only one choice, and that is to knock him out of the ring and lose the battle directly.
However, given Tang Zheng's current condition, it is difficult for him to even move, so it is not easy to do this.
A strange scene appeared on the ring again.
Tang Zheng, limping, slowly moved towards Leng Zhan, who was leaning against the railing, breathing heavily, and unable to move.
No one spoke in the venue.
Everyone just watched quietly as two martial arts geniuses with enviable strength engaged in the most difficult and primitive confrontation.
Tang Zheng finally moved in front of Leng Zhan, gave him a kind smile, and patted his shoulder: "Okay, I'm here to end this battle. You are the strongest , no doubt about it."
Leng Zhan also laughed. The pain from his wound made his smile look a little distorted, but his eyes were very frank: "Today's battle was awesome!"
After saying that, Tang Zheng bent down completely. No one knew how he wanted to end this battle.
Tang Zheng supported himself with one hand, bent one foot slightly, and made the movement of an athlete starting a race. Then he suddenly mobilized the last bit of star power in his body, started the Cloud Step, and shouted, "Go to hell, Pikachu!"
Then he rushed forward diagonally upwards, and with a shoulder collision, he knocked Leng Zhan, who was leaning against the railing, high into the air, over the railing, and finally fell to the ground in despair.
This open challenge started and ended with stepping on the clouds.
Seeing Leng Zhan fall to the ground, several instructors and academy doctors immediately rushed over, took out the first aid medicine that had been prepared long ago, and carried him onto a stretcher.
The witness of this open challenge, Li Xiaoren, also walked onto the stage with a calm face, pulled up Tang Zheng who had been knocked to the ground by injuries and fatigue, and raised his left hand high: "I declare that in the open challenge between Leng Zhan and Tang Zheng, Tang Zheng wins!"
"Oh yeah, Master is the best, Master, Master!" When Tang Xiaotang and the others heard Li Xiaoren announce the news, they immediately stood up from their seats, suddenly raised their hands high, and cheered loudly.
Inspired by Tang Xiaotang, the other students also stood up and shouted Tang Zheng's name in unison: "Tang Zheng, Tang Zheng, Tang Zheng!"
Hearing his name resounding throughout the stadium, Tang Zheng's lips curled up and he revealed a hearty smile, but he suddenly turned to Li Xiaoren and said, "Coach Li, can you transfer the Leng Zhan's contribution to me? There is no time to lose, the longer the night, the more trouble there is!"
