The spectators on the stands, seeing Liang Jing’s Five Thunder Palm already upon Wang Ming, who hadn't reacted, guessed the outcome.
Liang Jing, seeing Wang Ming still unresponsive, was ecstatic.
It seemed he had won.
Suddenly, golden light erupted from Wang Ming’s eyes again. The moment Liang Jing saw Wang Ming’s eyes, he knew something was wrong.
But by the time Liang Jing realized he had fallen for the Golden Silkworm Pupil, it was too late.
Wang Ming in front of him vanished once more. When Liang Jing emerged from the illusion, Wang Ming’s palm strike was already at his throat.
Liang Jing looked at the usually proud Wang Ming’s displeased face and shook his head helplessly, saying with some reluctance, "I lost."
Seeing Liang Jing concede, Wang Ming withdrew his hand from Liang Jing’s throat and clasped his hands together, saying, "Benefactor Liang, among the young generation I’ve encountered, you rank at least in the top three. This humble monk only managed a narrow victory by using the Golden Silkworm Pupil."
What Wang Ming said was true. Judging by his demeanor, it was clear he was merely holding on.
Their strengths were already quite similar. If not for Wang Ming’s unpredictable Golden Silkworm Pupil, it was truly uncertain who would have won this match.
The referee, seeing Liang Jing concede, picked up the microphone and shouted into it, "In this match, Wang Ming of Wanfo Temple wins!"
Thunderous applause erupted from the stands. This match was worth every penny, absolutely worth it!
The ultimate skills of the two great sects, Tianshi Mansion and Wanfo Temple, were all displayed. How could the spectators not be excited?
On the other side, Yu Daohang, after watching the fight between the two below, uncharacteristically started applauding, saying, "Brilliant!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang, standing beside him, felt something was off about Yu Daohang’s demeanor but couldn't quite pinpoint it.
Liang Jing didn't say much more and turned to walk off the martial arts field.
Although he wasn't vying for the top spot, losing in this manner felt truly frustrating.
If Wang Ming hadn't possessed the unpredictable Golden Silkworm Pupil, he would have definitely won.
Both were only a single move away from victory.
But sometimes, that’s just how it is, fate dictates it, and losing is losing.
Wang Ming didn't say much, turned to scan his surroundings, and finally fixed his gaze on Yu Daohang, then gave a sinister smile.
Seeing Wang Ming give him a sinister smile, Yu Daohang grinned back.
Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others beside them felt a palpable tension in the air as they watched Wang Ming and Yu Daohang exchange glances.
Wang Ming turned and also walked off the martial arts field.
Watching Wang Ming’s retreating back, Yu Daohang smiled faintly. Ever since their parting at Nanyang Village last time, the strength of this "evil monk" had improved by leaps and bounds.
To be honest, Yu Daohang truly felt the urge to have a decisive battle with Wang Ming.
Ever since he became famous in the martial world, there had been a persistent rumor.
The debate was whether Wang Ming was stronger or he was.
Some even likened him and Wang Ming to the contemporary Wolong and Fengchu.
Of course, whether judged by deeds or by looks, he utterly crushed that little "evil monk."
Naturally, looks accounted for the vast majority of it.
Wang Ming walked out of the arena, his face looking extremely unwell. He suddenly supported himself against a wall, and blood began to flow from both his eyes.
Wang Ming sighed deeply, a wry smile appearing on his face.
It seemed he had pushed himself too hard.
Earlier, when Wang Ming used the Buddhist ultimate skill, Wanfo Chaosong, he had already reached his limit and had no physical strength left to activate the Golden Silkworm Pupil.
He had also underestimated Liang Jing’s strength. He had thought that under Wanfo Chaosong, Liang Jing would surely be defeated, but he didn't expect him to fight to a draw and even use the Five Thunder Palm.
This forced Wang Ming to forcibly reactivate the Golden Silkworm Pupil.
The Golden Silkworm Pupil was a Buddhist ultimate skill, and using it forcefully caused immense damage to himself.
Both Wang Ming and Yu Daohang were individuals of great pride.
Wang Ming believed that among the younger generation, no one could contend with him except Yu Daohang. But today, it seemed there were many hidden powerhouses among the younger generation.
New talents emerge in every generation, each shining for decades. In three years, the martial world might undergo earth-shattering changes.
On the stands, Zhang Xiaoqiang stretched and said, "Both matches are over, let’s head back to the hotel."
Yu Daohang and the others nodded and followed Zhang Xiaoqiang down the mountain.
Tomorrow was the final match, Wang Fubao versus Wang Ming.
Who would claim this year's championship would be decided tomorrow.
Dahu drove the second-hand minivan, ferrying them towards the hotel.
In the car, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about the Divine Religion matter and asked, "Master Yu, is your information reliable? The finals are almost here, will the Divine Religion really come to cause trouble?"
Su Lai and Dahu, who was driving, although they didn't ask, were also somewhat curious.
Yu Daohang nodded affirmatively, "Definitely, I just don't know how they will try to cause trouble."
To be honest, Yu Daohang himself was unsure. Although he had seen people from the Divine Religion lurking around, it was hard to say if they would actually make a move, especially since the Fengtian Grand Assembly had three top Black List experts overseeing it.
While the Divine Religion was a powerful force, causing trouble right under the noses of the three Black List experts seemed somewhat unrealistic.
Unless they attacked with their full force, it might be possible.
"Hey Master Yu, how do you think the Divine Religion will cause trouble?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked with interest.
Yu Daohang shook his head, "I don't know. It will be revealed tomorrow."