People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 937 The market opens. Who do you bet on to win?

Ling's words successfully diverted everyone's attention from playing around, and they all looked at the two people who were confronting each other in an open area outside the city.

Beside the two of them, Xi, whose right eye had turned black and blue, was in charge of maintaining the venue.

"Let me make it clear in advance that I will use my own painting to encircle this area." Xi said with a tense face, "But you two better restrain yourself. If you damage my painting, I will make you two draw a new one each to compensate me!"

Zhong Yue, who was flexing his wrist, smiled bitterly and said:

“I don’t know how to paint.”

"Then don't destroy my painting!" Xi glared at his elder brother, his little face puffed up with anger.

Qi Yan's shadow had a wooden expression, and there was no life or agility in his golden eyes. Although his figure was much more solid than that of the Witch King, if you looked closely you could still see that he was just a disembodied existence.

Without Qi Yan's personal command, he could only complete simple tasks according to the program framework set by Nian.

Xi Jianqi Yan's shadow didn't respond at all. She curled her lips with some regret and summoned up a landscape painting and opened it.

The scroll seemed to stretch out to both ends with no end, forming a circle that trapped Qi Yan's shadow and Zhong Yue together.

After doing all this, he fled the scene as soon as possible.

Zhongyue looked at Xi's departing back and muttered:

"Why do I feel like Xiao Xi didn't come to me to ask for the scroll, but if I remember correctly, she came to me because she was angry when she complained to me that Qi Yan had scribbled on her scroll...

Alas, Xiaoxi has grown up, and I can’t understand some of her little thoughts anymore.”

After complaining about his sister, Zhong Yue gathered his thoughts and made a move towards Qi Yan's phantom:

"please!"

Qi Yan's phantom program was triggered instantly, a gleam of light flashed in his golden pupils, and the next second his figure appeared directly in front of Zhongyue, and he punched out with a big punch.

Zhong Yue looked solemn. He moved sideways to avoid a head-on confrontation, crossed his arms to block the punch, and then exerted force to swing Qi Yan's phantom's arm away, causing Qi Yan's phantom's body to lose balance.

"It's my trick. Jing's mimicry ability is still exquisite."

Zhong Yue praised him verbally, but his movements did not stop at all. While Qi Yan's shadow was unable to regain his balance, he raised his right leg and made a low sweep.

But his sweeping kick went straight through Qi Yan's shadow.

“The real and the fake become one in a split second.” Zhong Yue exclaimed, “If I want to hurt you, I still need to take advantage of the flaws in the mirror and fight you head-on.”

In response, Zhongyue threw a punch straight to his face.

Zhong Yue dodged again, adjusted his breath and posture, and threw a straight punch at the phantom of Qi Yan that was entangled with him again.

The two men's fists collided with each other exactly, making a dull roar, and the ground beneath their feet exploded instantly.

Zhong Yue felt the force coming up his arm and staggered back two steps, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's just the power that an ordinary behemoth should have. It's not as terrifying as Qi Yan's, so there's still hope.

With an estimate in mind, Zhong Yue no longer held back, moving nimbly among the gravel without affecting his speed in the slightest, and slashed at the neck of Qi Yan's phantom with a knife.

But before his attack could actually land, Zhong Yue's expression suddenly changed and he quickly withdrew.

Without warning, flames burst out from the gravel ground beneath his feet, and the ground instantly melted into a magma surface.

"The power of Xiaonian..."

Zhongyue felt his feet were a little hot, and he kept tapping them on the ground.

But Qi Yan's phantom's tricks were not over yet. A bit of ink appeared on his fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, he drew out thousands of cold mountains in the air, which covered the sky and hovered above Zhongyue's head. The terrifying coldness descended from the sky, allowing Zhongyue to successfully experience the legendary ice and fire.

Before Zhong Yue could sigh, he felt his mind was in a trance for a moment, and the next second, Qi Yan's shadow appeared behind him.

"Ling's dream entry... Wait, is there also the ability of Wang and Ya?"

Zhongyue finally felt the pressure.

He could clearly feel that he had already joined the game. The raging flames on the ground seemed to have transformed into an independent world, and the thousands of cold mountains above his head used this world as a chessboard, forming a killing array with countless murderous intentions locking onto Chongyue.

If he makes even the slightest mistake in his steps, he will be doomed.

"Pity."

Faced with such a dangerous situation, Zhongyue's expression calmed down instead: "After all, you are not Qi Yan. No matter how many methods you have, you can't master any one of them."

A steady and powerful hand gently caught Qi Yan's phantom fist, but this time Zhong Yue's body did not shake at all.

He used his energy to dissipate all the force and transferred it to the killing force around him, using the power of Qi Yan's phantom to counter the power of Qi Yan's phantom.

"The so-called authority is not a certain kind of strength." Zhong Yue casually moved sideways and exerted force, directly throwing Qi Yan's phantom far away. "The so-called martial arts is not a certain kind of moves. Things that are imitated are never your own."

As he spoke, Zhongyue stepped forward and delivered a powerful punch before Qi Yan's shadow could regain its balance.

Although it was just an ordinary punch, Qi Yan's shadow found that he had no way to avoid it and could only choose to confront it head-on.

But after one punch, there was another, and one punch after another. There was no so-called back and forth, only a continuous stream of punches that took the breath away.

Qi Yan's shadow couldn't even concentrate on maintaining the messy abilities summoned around him, let alone counterattack. The flames on Wanqianhan Mountain and the ground showed signs of being out of control.

On the city wall, everyone was watching this scene, and they were all shocked by Zhongyue's martial arts.

They were all knowledgeable people, and they knew very well that compared to the power and authority of Qi Yan whose phantoms frequently appeared in the battle, Chong Yue was using his mortal body to perform pure mortal martial arts.

That is truly using mortal means to challenge the gods!

He turned into a commentator, reporting the battle situation in an excited tone:

"Qi Yan had a bad start, Qi Yan made many stupid moves, Qi Yan was in a tough fight, Qi Yan was struggling to his death, Qi Yan... Qi Yan won!"

She suddenly raised her arms and shouted.

Wei Yanwu and the others nearly bit their tongues. They couldn't help but step forward with their eyes wide open, staring in disbelief at the figure who flew backwards, broke through the scroll and fell to the ground.

"No, what happened?" Wei Yanwu was so angry that he danced with joy. "There must be something fishy going on here. Why was the Grandmaster fighting so well, but suddenly he got punched in the face?"

Zuo Xuanliao, who had been hung on the city wall by Qi Yan himself, had clearly won the bet, but he couldn't be happy at the moment.

Even the Grand Tutor couldn't help but cast a questioning look at Qi Yan beside him.

Seeing this, Qi Yan looked innocent and spread his hands:

"I'm standing right next to you. You can clearly see whether I made a move or not. Don't slander me!"

"Qi Yan really didn't cheat." Ling Bangbang said, "But maybe he himself is the biggest cheating method."

As he spoke, Ling raised his chin towards the battle situation in the distance. Wei Yanwu and others looked over and then they all got the answer.

Zhongyue was lying on the ground, his strong face twisted in pain.

He covered his nose and struggled to get up. Looking at the black-haired version of Qi Yan's shadow walking towards him step by step, he could only smile bitterly.

"I see. You used a lot of power before, but not the power of Qi Yan's aura."

Zhong Yue even wanted to curse at this moment: "What's wrong with this guy Qi Yan? I thought that the fact that you can control so many kinds of authority is already a manifestation of Qi Yan's power.

But when I really faced this power, I finally understood Tian Jing’s despair.”