Making Great Fortune Overnight

Qin Lang stomped his foot and wrapped his arms around the Great Wall. It was as if he had condensed the infinite true force in the void, and even the surrounding vast clouds were gathering in his hands.    

"Heaven Man Unity!"    

Xiaoquan Wuzheng's eyes focused. Grandmasters could already vaguely feel the infinite origin energy between heaven and earth. The martial skills created by many Grandmasters were not for ordinary people at all. Instead, they were used by powerhouses who could attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.    

Whether it was the Little Spring Cloud Hand or the Thousand Chance Sword, they could only be used when one touched the Grandmaster realm. Ordinary martial artists could not even release their Gang Qis, so how could they be used?    

Little Spring's martial arts were truly a little more profound than Zhan Wuya's.    

But with Qin Lang's arms around him, he forcefully seized the surrounding Spirit Qi. It could be said that he was extremely overbearing. Compared to the sect masters carefully drawing and borrowing the Spirit Qi of Heaven and Earth, he was a level higher.    

"Take my move, Heavenly Sword!"    

Qin Lang held the stone sword in his arms and waved it with all his might. He waved the powerful Yuan energy in his hand at Xiaoquan Wuzheng.    

Xiaoquan Wuzheng retreated wildly once again. His heart was beating fast, and an unprecedented sense of danger was rushing towards him. Instinct told him that he absolutely couldn't receive this attack. Once he received it, he would be blasted into pieces by the violent Yuan energy.    

"Boom!"    

Indeed, the Yuan Qi ball struck a building behind him and exploded, causing half of the building to collapse. Everyone was dumbfounded. Was this something a mortal could do? Why did it feel like it was a grenade?    

"Bang! Bang!"    

At this moment, Qin Lang once again charged forward and tangled with Xiaoquan Wuzheng.    

Qin Lang's fist style was simple and imposing, and it carried a vast and primitive aura. Although each and every fist style wasn't fancy at all, they were all condensed with the strength of a thousand kilograms. It could shatter the millstone-sized limestone. Xiaoquan Wuzheng's hands were like butterflies that danced in the air, as if they were ethereal and unrestrained. As he waved his hands, clouds that were either hard or soft condensed into a white beam. They surrounded him.    

"Awesome!"    

Qin Lang threw out a punch and shattered the white beam behind him. After that, he pressed his fingers together and formed a ray of golden light that was ten feet long. He slashed out with the 'Mountain and River Splitting Slash' and cut off a corner of Xiaoquan Wuzheng's clothes.    

"It's been a long time since I felt this good."    

Qin Lang didn't hold back even a little bit when he used his martial skill. However, Xiaoquan Wuzheng was able to withstand his attack with the help of the vast cloud and the huge amount of true qi.    

This made Qin Lang not surprised, but happy. He had been throwing punches and kicks recently, but he had never used his True Qi in such a big way.    

Fighting in the room, shrinking one's hands and legs, but in the midst of the clouds, it was so bold and unrestrained.    

In this seclusion, Qin Lang's eyes were already burning with flames. He originally wanted to try out such an amazing technique, but his Great Wall had suffered some losses. As for Xiaoquan Wuzheng, he wanted to smash the Great Wall into ruins.    

If he used the flames in his eyes now, he could easily burn Xiaoquan Wuzheng to ashes, but Qin Lang would not be willing to do so.    

Qin Lang wanted to go easy on Xiaoquan Wuzheng, but he did not know that Xiaoquan Wuzheng was about to vomit blood.    

"Is this man a monster? He has extraordinary strength and an indestructible body, but he can also release his inner strength. He can condense his inner strength into astral energy, and he also has an extremely powerful martial skill. He is clearly in his twenties, how did he learn it?"    

Xiaoquan Wuzheng felt that he was fighting with a supreme expert who had both inner and outer power.    

Qin Lang had almost no weakness in his body, even if he was injured. His palm landed on Qin Lang's shoulder. However, the palm force was weakened by more than half by Qin Lang's protective Genuine Essence, and the rest could be easily withstood by Qin Lang with his Jadeskin.    

Xiaoquan Wuzheng was truly helpless in the face of such an opponent who he couldn't hurt, and who could make him spit out blood with a single punch.    

Xiaoquan Wuzheng exerted all of his skills, but he could only barely hold on and fight. He had no choice but to fight and flee.    

"No wonder Grandmasters are known to be invincible. Even in the decline of martial arts and the rise of modern technology, they still have a high position."    

Someone took a cold breath. "Such strength, I'm afraid it's extremely rare in this world."    

Everyone was naturally able to clearly see that the two of them seemed to possess great momentum. However, most of them were attacked by Qin Lang while Xiaoquan Wuzheng was dodging. As the saying goes, if you defend for a long time, you will lose. There will be a moment when Xiaoquan Wuzheng will be caught by Qin Lang. At that time, the outcome of the battle would be clear.    

Initially, Shen Qingshan was dissatisfied that Qin Lang was hiding, but now that Qin Lang was attacking, he became angry again.    

Shen Qingshan suddenly became angry. Relying on his reputation as a legendary figure in Huaxia, he stood up and shouted:    

"Qin Lang, what do you mean by this?"    

"This is a decisive battle, a life and death battle. What's the point of chasing after you?"    

"This is not only disrespecting Mr. Little Spring, but also a waste of everyone's time. I won't allow you to do this."    

"I order you to stop using this footwork technique to run. Immediately fight Mr. Spring face to face."    

He was really angry, but he was also really an idiot. Up until now, he was still persistently thinking that he could win with one move. At this moment, he still had absolute control. It was Little Spring who deliberately lured Qin Lang to run. It looked good, but this would make Sato and the others unhappy.    

Sato and the others wanted to see Qin Lang in a sorry state. They wanted to see Qin Lang begging for mercy, surprise, and fear... but none of these seemed to be true. Qin Lang was running very happily. He was holding on to the clouds and breathing freely.    

How could this be? How could Huaxia's martial arts be like this when facing the Japanese martial arts?    

Sato's expression became gloomy.    

Zuo Chenbing felt that the situation was not right. After all, Little Spring had taken a hit just now. Was he going easy on them? His expression was also extremely gloomy.    

"Bastard!"    

"The final battle is the final battle. The final battle should be fought by force."    

Shen Qingshan's face darkened. "I will say it again. I will not allow you to run away. Otherwise, I will announce your defeat in this battle, and I will ask everyone to punish you."    

"You are not allowed to run?"    

What kind of f * cking rule was this? Although none of them supported Qin Lang, they also felt that Shen Qingshan was too biased. He would not run in a martial arts competition, and then stretch his neck and wait for death?!    

Shen Qingshan called out randomly, but Sato, Zuo Chenbing, and Yeyuan Meiya's eyes became even more serious. They secretly clenched their fists and stared at the two of them.    

They all had a clear understanding in their hearts. Little Spring was being chased, obviously at a disadvantage. Qin Lang, on the other hand, still had some strength left. It looked like he was mocking his opponent.    

"I finally caught you."    

In the midst of a cloud of dust, a calm voice was heard. A fair and delicate palm suddenly stretched out and changed in the air, bringing with it layers of illusions. With the utmost skill, it actually grabbed Xiaoquan Wuzheng's thigh.    

"This is bad!"    

Everyone's heart sank.    

Qin Lang grabbed Xiaoquan Wuzheng's left leg with one hand and threw him into the air.    

"Puff!"    

Even if a Martial Scholar had the protection of his Stellar Energy, he wouldn't be able to withstand such an attack. Xiaoquan Wuzheng's internal organs were shaken to the point of displacement, and all the bones in his body trembled. He couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.    

At this moment, Qin Lang's figure had already flashed, and he had already arrived next to him. With a kick, he fiercely struck Xiaoquan Wuzheng.