my share eldest

Chapter 1039 All Eight Stars
"One-on-one in a martial arts competition, how can there be a tie?"

Wan Changfa smiled faintly, squinted his eyes and said, "I have full confidence in my son. If they can still draw this time, then you will win. We bet Wan Yong will win."

"That's right, no matter if it's a draw or something, as long as Wan Yong doesn't win, we will lose."

Fu Tianbao also echoed with a smile: "Such a big discount, you don't dare to gamble, do you?"

Qian Weiguo and Zhao Jincheng also nodded with smiles, obviously full of confidence in Wan Yong's victory.

"What's going on, how can they have so much confidence in Wan Yong?"

Wu Dao frowned, and looked at the others worriedly: "Could they be trying to play some trick?"

"Even if there are tricks, we must not lose our momentum, and I believe Tang Xin will not let us down."

Su Tianyu gritted his teeth, and said bravely, "Let's gamble first."

"it is good."

Several people reached a consensus, and then the two parties began to raise funds to transfer one billion yuan to the account of Meng's family.

"You guys really trust me enough to keep 80 billion in my safekeeping. I'm really not afraid that I'll run away."

After confirming that the payment was received, Meng Xiaolu looked at the crowd helplessly. She didn't do anything, and she earned 80 billion yuan. It would be great if she could slip away.

Of course, this is just an idea. The Meng family is a special existence among the nine major families in the imperial capital. Let alone 80 billion, even if it is 100 billion, it cannot compare with the Meng family's signature.

On the field, Tang Ming ate lunch for four of them by himself. After eating and drinking enough, the rest time just ended.

When everyone assembled, Qin Fang announced the results and results of the last game with a smile, and then determined the matchup of the last game:
The sixth round, duel between Tang Ming and Zhao Tianba, Tang Ming won 6, Zhao Tianba, 4 wins and 2 losses

Wu Xiaoyu played against Wan Yong, Wu Xiaoyu had 1 win and 5 losses, Wan Yong had 6 wins;
Lin Canghai played against Fu Renjie, Lin Canghai had 2 wins and 4 losses, Fu Renjie had 6 losses;
Long Ao played against Qian Buqi, Long Ao had 2 wins and 4 losses, Qian Buqi had 3 wins and 3 losses.

The lineup for the final round:

Tang Ming vs. Wan Yong;

Wu Xiaoyu fights against Lin Canghai;

Fu Renjie vs. Long Ao;
Uneven money against Zhao Tianba.

At this point in the matter, no one cares about other people anymore, because this round is the peak duel between Wan Yong and Tang Ming!
The two of them are enough to decide the outcome of this big contest.

Wu Xiaoyu and Fu Renjie abstained immediately, but after Qian Bujun met Zhao Tianba, they hesitated.

"Brother Qian, which of us will admit defeat?"

Zhao Tianba looked at Qian Bujun uncertainly. Now that his grades are not bad, he is not reconciled to admitting defeat like this.

"Let me do it."

Qian Bujun smiled listlessly, "I've already lost face in this round of competition. I lost to that bastard Lin Canghai. The result is meaningless to me. I admit defeat."

"Thanks for the acknowledgment."

Zhao Tianba immediately grinned.

"Since the results of the other three competitions have been reached, let's invite players Tang Xin and Wan Yong to play next."

Qin Fang shouted a little excitedly, today's host is too boring, this last peak duel should not disappoint people.

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, Tang Ming and Wan Yong stepped onto the stage, and they began to look at each other solemnly as soon as they came on stage.

"The last time we fought with hidden weapons, we had a tie, and this time we will finally have a one-on-one duel."

Wan Yong looked at Tang Ming with gleams in his eyes, his fighting spirit surging.

"It is true that there will be a winner, and I am very much looking forward to this battle with you."

Tang Ming nodded, equally high-spirited.

"If there are no problems with the players on both sides, the game will officially begin now."

Qin Fang loudly announced the start of the game.

For a moment, everyone held their breath. This was a pinnacle of confrontation. Everyone was looking forward to seeing a wonderful duel, but the result...

After the start of the match, Tang Ming and Wan Yong did not start a fierce confrontation immediately, but stared at each other, and started circling around the ring, looking for flaws in each other.

"What the hell, why don't you fight?"

A few minutes later, Zhao Tianba shouted angrily.

"They are sensing each other's breath, looking for flaws in each other."

Qian Bujun narrowed his eyes and stared at Tang Ming.

Zhao Tianba was calculated to leave the ring, and now Wan Yong should be able to force that guy to perform a weird attack.

Now he has to observe carefully, so as not to suffer further losses when confronting Tang Ming in the future.

"Good guy, you have impeccable momentum."

Tang Ming sighed secretly, stared at Wan Yong and said, "I didn't expect that you are also an eight-star martial artist, and you are really deep enough to hide."

Tang Ming absorbed biochemical poison gas in the Ming Group's biochemical laboratory before, and his cultivation level broke through to eight stars, but he didn't show it until now, but when he faced Wan Yong's aura test, he had to go all out.

During the collision of momentum, he was sure that Wan Yong had been hiding his cultivation, no wonder this guy was able to keep pace with him.

Two eight-star martial arts players compete with other people. If they are surpassed, it will be called hell.

"We are each other, and if we can resist my aura, it means that you are also an eight-star martial artist."

Wan Yong sneered, and said disdainfully: "From this point of view, all the previous matches were jokes for you and me, and the outcome of the contest depends on this battle."

"In this case, then stop talking nonsense, if you don't make a move, I will."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Ming stomped his feet and rushed towards Wan Yong.

On the way of charging, a jet-black qi emerged from his body, and he entered a fighting state during the charge.

"Good come."

Wan Yong was not to be outdone, and also used his body skills to gather his energy and rushed towards Tang Ming.

What followed was a flurry of fists and kicks!

The speed of the two was extremely fast. Except for a very few strong men with strong cultivation bases and deep eyesight who could see their movements clearly, others could only see a yellow figure and a black figure colliding continuously on the stage.

"This shit, after the fight started, there was nothing to watch, and I couldn't keep up with their rhythm at all."

Zhao Tianba couldn't help complaining that with his strength and eyesight, he couldn't keep up with Tang Ming and Wan Yong's movements.

"It's no wonder that the two of them were able to pass the previous competitions so easily. This strength has already surpassed the scope of seven-star martial artists."

Qian Bujun stared at the stage solemnly, and finally couldn't help but swear: "Damn it, both of them have hidden cultivation."

"You mean they are already eight-star martial artists?"

Fu Renjie stared and screamed.

(End of this chapter)