Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

The air was filled with hot breath. Yan Zaiyang covered his forehead and eyes with his hands. The Nine Yang Divine Skill combined with the Great Demon Subduing Fist was really too powerful. He tried his best and used his secret skills to barely resist Chen Xiaojun. s attack.

However, this blow also caused his figure to be knocked back ten steps again, which obviously consumed a lot of strength.

Before the dust and smoke had completely dissipated, Yan Zaiyang suddenly heard Chen Xiaojun's shouts, like thunder breaking through the sky, "Heart-Destroying Palm!"

Heart-Destroying Palm, this Nine-Yin martial skill, although derived from the power of Yinrou, is as blazing as the fire of Nine-Yang when used in Chen Xiaojun's hands.

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent force condensed instantly, and a huge palm print of more than ten meters high was seen, like breaking through the mountains, passing through the diffuse smoke, roaring towards Yan Zaiyang, and in the blink of an eye, he was already there before.

A trace of panic flashed in Yan Zaiyang's eyes, and he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

At this critical moment, he had no time to use his soul skills, so he could only hurriedly cross his fists tightly in front of his chest, and his soul power surged crazily, condensing into a solid shield.

However, the heart-destroying palm print seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power. It fell on the protective shield without producing any exciting reverberation. Instead, it penetrated quietly like water. The palm force instantly penetrated the protective shield and hit Yan Zaiyang directly. Body.

Yan Zaiyang felt severe pain in his meridians, his internal organs seemed to be ruthlessly stirred, and an indescribable pain spread throughout his body.

His whole body felt like being hit by a giant hammer. He fell backwards, blood rising from his mouth. His body was like a kite with broken strings, flying out of the ring uncontrollably and falling heavily to the ground.

His body rolled several times on the ground and finally stopped, with blood all over his body and weak breath.

Everyone saw that his eyes were closed tightly, his face was as pale as paper, and his clothes were dyed bright red. He was obviously in a coma.

At this moment, the entire venue fell into deathly silence, and everyone was stunned by this sudden change.

In just the blink of an eye, Yan Zaiyang fell into a pool of blood, his life or death uncertain.

People from Tiandou Academy gathered around in panic, calling anxiously: "Zaiyang, Zaiyang, are you okay? What's going on?"

Mr. Chen Xiao walked slowly over, and everyone immediately looked at him angrily, accusing him one after another: "Xiao Hongchen, you are too harsh."

Seeing this, Yu Wennan hurriedly stretched out his arms to stop the agitated people. He turned to Chen Xiaojun and asked in a calm tone: "Master Chen, what can I teach you?"

Chen Xiaojun looked at Yu Wennan and said calmly: "Teacher Yu, you need to treat Yan Zaiyang immediately, especially his internal organs. The injuries cannot be underestimated."

After saying that, Chen Xiaojun turned around and left, and began to adjust his breath.

After a fierce battle, the entire arena regained its tranquility, leaving only a mess and a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

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Yu Wennan looked at the injured people, especially the pale-faced Hu Yanzan and Yan Zaiyang, and couldn't help but feel a trace of regret in his heart.

He did agree to Tang Xiao's proposal just now and let Xiao Hongchen leave the game, but now it seems that this decision was too hasty.

He turned to the students of Tiandou Academy, sighed, and said in a heavy tone: "Everyone, go back and save Zai Yang first."

They first moved Yan Zaiyang to a quiet place and then let him lie flat on the ground.

Yan Zaiyang's face turned from pale to bluish white, with cold sweat covering his forehead, and he fell into a deep coma. His chest was heaving, and he obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

The students from Tiandou Academy gathered around them, some were busy checking their injuries, while others were nervously waiting for Yu Wennan's decision.

Time is running out, and several students who are good at treatment have prepared the herbs and elixirs needed for treatment.

Ling Xinyao, a cold, aloof and plum blossom-like girl, was injecting ice soul power into Yan Zaiyang, stabilizing his injuries, and assisting other students in the treatment.

Then, a therapist was using soul skills to heal, and asked people to take healing elixirs and apply herbs on the wounds to reduce pain and stop bleeding.

After everyone's efforts, Yan Zaiyang's injuries gradually stabilized. Although his face was still pale, there was no longer the subconscious pain and struggle before.

Yu Wennan approached the therapist nervously, frowning, and asked eagerly: "Old Li, how is Zaiyang's condition?"

Lao Li raised his head and replied solemnly: "As Xiao Hongchen said, although his external injuries are serious, they are not fatal. However, the internal injuries cannot be underestimated. His meridians have atrophied, his internal organs have been displaced, and some of them have been ruptured. Quite tricky.”

"But fortunately, his vitality is strong and his life is not in danger. However, he needs a long period of rest and recovery, and he will have to lie in bed for at least three months."

When Yu Wennan heard this, the big stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground, he took a long breath, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

He nodded, with a hint of joy in his tone: "That's fine, as long as it's not life-threatening. Next, we will fully cooperate with the treatment to help him recover as soon as possible."

At this time, Ge Tianhao, a domineering and fierce boy of 17 or 18 years old, came forward. He said with firm eyes: "Teacher, let me do it! I will definitely avenge everyone and beat Xiao Hongchen all over." Find your teeth!"

However, Ling Xinyao interrupted him coldly: "Ge Tianhao, stop talking nonsense. How much better is your Ge family's Yajuan martial spirit than Zai Yang in terms of strong attack? You don't think Xiao Hongchen has no soul power. Already?"

Ge Tianhao was so choked by Ling Xinyao's words that he couldn't speak. He glared at Ling Xinyao and was about to refute, but was interrupted by Tang Xiao on the side: "Tianhao, calm down. His soul power should be enough to cope with what's coming next. battle."

Yu Wennan looked at Ling Xinyao and already made a decision in his heart. He nodded and said, "Then Xinyao, go ahead. With your control ability, you are indeed more suitable for the next battle than Tianhao."

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At this moment, the surrounding audience and students burst into enthusiastic cheers. The shouts of "Young Master Wushuang! Wushuang Young Master!" went straight into the sky and echoed around.

"Was my vision dazzled just now? Master Wushuang just used boxing and palm techniques?!"

"It's absolutely true. The fist techniques and palm techniques are both domineering and unparalleled and beautiful. They flow smoothly and are breathtaking."

"Indeed, the Chen family is famous for their swordsmanship, but Master Wushuang's fist skills are also at the pinnacle. It's really eye-opening."

"His swordsmanship is already superb. Unexpectedly, his fist skills are also superb. He can kill everything instantly."

"It's so shocking. This is the eighth time and his record has been refreshed!"

"This smiling young man really makes people love and hate him at the same time. I love how powerful and domineering he is, but I hate why he is not the pride of our school."

"Hahaha, you are right, but even if he is not our alumnus, every battle he fights is worth learning and learning from."

"Sister, did you see Mr. Wushuang's boxing skills just now? It's so beautiful. Purple energy comes from the east, accompanied by shooting stars. How could it be so beautiful..."

"Hey, why are you staring blankly at Mr. Wushuang? Your eyes are red and your cheeks are flushed. This scene is a bit subtle."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not being a nymphomaniac. However, he is so handsome that I almost want to 'explode' when I look at him!"

"She must be pregnant in situ!"

"Get lost!"