"Bang." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Nobody knew how long it had been when a Dark Group expert seized an opportunity to grab Fu Renjie’s wrist and simultaneously kicked him in the stomach.

"Ah!"

Fu Renjie screamed in pain and collapsed to his knees on the ground.

"Bastard, how dare you hit me."

Kneeling on the ground, Fu Renjie roared angrily, Gang Qi surging through his body.

"The match ends, Fu Renjie fails his task." Just as Fu Renjie was about to start cultivating, Qin Fang’s voice suddenly rang out, solemnly warning:

"All contestants must respect the rules. If you cultivate to fight back, you’ll be immediately disqualified and barred from all future events."

"Hmph."

Hearing this, Fu Renjie suddenly snapped awake, snorted coldly, and stood up awkwardly, glaring venomously at the Dark Group expert.

"Thank you for letting me win."

The flat-headed youth bowed to Fu Renjie and gracefully turned to leave the stage, as he was from the Dark Group and had no need to show mercy to this Ming Group’s scion.

"Wow, isn’t this a competition about quickly subduing the opponent?"

Tang Ming sarcastically shouted, "How did you end up being subdued?"

"Exactly, it took me three minutes, and you said I was hitting a sandbag, a loser. Now it’s your turn, how come you became the sandbag?"

Long Ao, infected by Tang Ming’s sarcasm, chimed in.

"Damn it."

Fu Renjie cursed with a darkened face, speechless, and had to return to his position, filled with unwillingness and anger.

"It’s my turn next."

Lin Canghai glanced at Fu Renjie and twisted his neck, getting ready to step up.

"Wait a minute."

Tang Ming grabbed Lin Canghai, smiling, "You and Wu Xiaoyu don’t need to go on stage, just concede."

"Why?"

Lin Canghai and Wu Xiaoyu’s expressions changed slightly, looking at Tang Ming in confusion.

"We are a team. As long as one of us completes the task and achieves a good result, there’s no need for everyone to compete."

Tang Ming smiled and seriously analyzed, "Wu Xiaoyu is a girl, good at speed, but limited in attack power. She has no chance against cross-training martial artists."

"I..."

Wu Xiaoyu wanted to protest, but thinking about Fu Yanjie’s condition, realized that although she could use her movement technique to evade the opponent, actually subduing them was almost impossible and would only waste time.

"Hey, what about me? My fighting skills are quite sharp, honed through real battles."

Lin Canghai immediately pointed at himself, shouting, "I have confidence in finishing the fight within five minutes."

"What’s the point of winning in five minutes?"

Tang Ming cast a glance at Lin Canghai, "Unless you’re confident in outperforming Long Ao, save your energy for the next round."

"Ahem, alright, I’ll listen to you."

Lin Canghai glanced at Long Ao, knowing that even with confidence in himself, Long Ao, trained by Long Jia, was undoubtedly stronger.

"Tang Group Leader, what do we do about this round? Just give up?"

Long Ao asked Tang Ming unwillingly, as his result was three minutes, far longer than Zhao Tianba’s three seconds.

"Isn’t that why I’m here?"

Tang Ming grinned, realizing that this round was indeed tough.

Asking a martial master not to cultivate against cross-training martial artists—without special attack methods, few could finish quickly.

If you insist on showing off, you’ll end up like Fu Renjie, unable to subdue the opponent and likely getting subdued instead.

"You?"

Long Ao and Wu Xiaoyu stared at Tang Ming in surprise and doubt.

"I get it, you must have a method to finish the fight in under three seconds, right?"

Lin Canghai suddenly understood.

The Dark Group was used to cooperation, aiding one person to achieve a high score. If Tang Ming was confident of winning this round, the others’ results were negligible.

"Haha, guess."

Tang Ming’s lips curled slightly, not giving a definite answer.

"Hey, is your guy going or not? If not, I’ll get on stage."

At this moment, Qian Bujun, munching on a chicken leg, urged impatiently.

"I forfeit."

Lin Canghai and Wu Xiaoyu exchanged a glance and shouted in unison.

"What?"

Hearing this, Fu Renjie and the others were dumbfounded, not expecting Lin Canghai and Wu Xiaoyu to both forfeit.

"The Dark Group’s old trick: three assist, one advance."

While others were confused, Wan Yong spoke leisurely, looking up at the smiling Tang Ming.

Tang Ming was also observing Wan Yong, curious if this expert who tied with him in the previous round would be overshadowed by Zhao Tianba this time.

"This person won’t give up easily."

Meeting his gaze, Tang Ming’s expression turned serious, seeing the blazing fighting spirit in Wan Yong’s eyes, realizing that he wouldn’t easily resign.

"You really are a bunch of losers, forfeiting so easily, no spine?"

Realizing this, Fu Renjie immediately started mocking loudly.

"Idiot, conceding shows self-awareness, at least better than nearly being subdued by the target."

Feeling displeased, Wu Xiaoyu retorted bluntly, "Overestimating yourself, trying to bully martial artists with Gang Qi, shame all the way to grandma’s house."

"You..."

Hearing this, Fu Renjie was almost angered to the point of spitting blood.

"Enough talk, it’s my turn now."

Qian Bujun threw away the chicken bone, wiped his mouth, and headed to the stage.

Another Six-star cross-training martial artist from the Dark Group also came on stage, ready for the competition.

"Are you ready?"

Qin Fang looked cautiously at the two on stage.

"Ready."

Qian Bujun and his opponent shouted simultaneously.

"Start the match."

As Qin Fang’s voice fell, Qian Bujun crouched like a bull and charged at his opponent.

The Dark Group expert hastily began cultivating to form a defense, but...

"Bang."

Qian Bujun’s movements weren’t flashy, directly using his body to crash into his opponent, driving his shoulder powerfully forward.

After colliding, the Dark Group expert resisted slightly before losing control, flying out of the ring.

"Done."

Standing at the ring’s edge, Qian Bujun pulled a chicken leg from his pocket.

Seeing this, Long Ao, Lin Canghai, and Wu Xiaoyu were all dumbfounded.

Tang Ming narrowed his eyes, revealing a thought-provoking smile.

"Qian Bujun’s result is two seconds."

As everyone tried to process, Qin Fang announced Qian Bujun’s result.

"What the hell."

Realizing it, Long Ao couldn’t help but cuss, "This Qian fatty’s strength is enormous?"

"No wonder this guy eats so much, all that flab wasn’t gained for nothing."

Wu Xiaoyu swallowed, worriedly glancing at Lin Canghai, "Seems you have beef with him, right?"