On the fourth day of the competition, this match was in the spotlight. Early in the morning, students flocked to the square to occupy advantageous viewing positions.

  The four sides of the martial arts stage were lined with two rows of chairs, and the number of big shots who came to watch the battle was twice that of yesterday, which shows that this duel is even more eye-catching.

  Dong Tang Society's Tang Guoqiang, a member of the royal family, his battle today represents the royal family, and his face is the face of the imperial family. Today, all the big shots from the royal family are here for Tang Guoqiang, to boost his prestige.

  Shen Yue Society Su Dao Xing, the young master of the Su family, he represents those ancient aristocratic families, and the big shots from these families who came to watch the battle are here to boost their prestige.

  From the beginning, this showdown was between Su Daochang and Tang Guoqiang.

  From this point of view, this showdown is a confrontation between Shingetsu Society and Tōtō Society.

  From a macro perspective, this showdown is a contest between the sons of aristocratic families and those of imperial descent.

  Next to the martial arts stage, the school specially arranged for two painters to paint the wonderful moments of this duel and put the paintings into the historical painting book of Huqing Mansion.

  On the martial stage, Grandmaster Mu Qing found that his palms were sweating. He swept a glance at the figures below the stage, some of whom were powerful existences that even he feared to meet.

  Tang Guoqiang arrived at the martial arts arena, bowed his hands around the four sides of the arena and greeted everyone, which brought waves of applause.

  Tang Guoqiang's popularity can be seen at a glance.

  Today, Tang Guoqiang is still wearing his imperial uniform, still with a confident look of victory in hand, he doesn't worry about this game at all, enjoying the moment.

  "Director Mu, I've been waiting on the martial arts stage for a quarter of an hour, why hasn't Su Dao Xing come up yet? He can't be so scared that he doesn't dare to come up after seeing such a big scene?" Tang Guoqiang said with a frivolous smile, complaining to Mu Qing.

  Mu Qing's face sank, and he said: "Young Master Tang, please calm down, the competition time has not arrived yet. It is you who came early, not Su Dao who woke up late."

  Su Dao Xing boarded the martial arts stage during their conversation, and walked slowly onto the stage.

  Mu Qing cleared his throat and declared in a loud voice: "The duel between Dong Tang She's Tang Guoqiang and Shen Yue She's Su Daowei has officially begun!"

  "Come on, Su Gongzi!" Tang Guoqiang patted the imperial robe on his body, "Don't tear my imperial robe, otherwise you will be guilty of a capital offense."

  Tang Guoqiang is really making a show of his imperial robes, in such an important battle, he's still doing this, it's truly shameless to the extreme. However, everyone is constrained by his royal identity and dares not speak out, if he weren't a member of the royal family, I reckon he would have been booed off the stage by the spectators long ago.

  "No need for Master Tang to worry. Please!" Su Dao Xing took a strong step forward, close to Tang Guoqiang, and with a shoulder bump, an elbow strike, and a sweep of his leg.

  Su Dao Xing's series of attacks was just to gain the upper hand, and once Tang Guo Qiang grasped the initiative, with his invincible Dragon Fist, he could stand undefeated.

  Tang Guoqiang was exhausted from fending off the attacks and for a time was unable to counterattack.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  The scene on the martial arts stage suddenly changed!

  Su Dao Xing and Tang Guoqiang engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, at this moment, what's the use of talking about boxing routes, moves, grappling, seeing whose fists are harder, and whose defense is stronger.

  Su Dao Xing's fists and feet kicked out one after another, each move targeting Tang Guoqiang's vital areas.

  Tang Guoqiang often fought with the royal princes, experiencing close combat scenes. He was not afraid of Su Daozhen at all, and he wrestled with him bare-chested.

  Pfft!

  Su Dao Xing punched Tang Guoqiang's face crooked and mouth slanted.

  Bang!

  Tang Guoqiang slapped him with one palm, and Su Daowei woke up with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

  The hand-to-hand combat style on the martial arts platform made the military personnel below exclaim with excitement, and close-quarters combat became popular in the army.

  Those who wanted to see a spectacular fight were bound to be disappointed, and some old gentlemen even felt that Su Dao Xing and Tang Guoqiang's fighting style was an insult to the school, and they angrily left their seats.

  Judge Mu Qing wanted to find a seam in the ground and drill into it, but this match was not as spectacular as the previous ones, this match was simply unbearable to watch.

  "What nonsense! Is this a children's game of playing house?" A big shot in the political circle stood up and left.

  "You've turned my eyes into panda eyes, Su Dao Xing, I'll cripple your arm!" Tang Guoqiang's vicious elbow struck Su Dao Xing's left arm joint, but to his surprise, it was like hitting plastic and couldn't shatter the joint.

  At this time, Tang Guoqiang finally came to his senses. He punched and kicked Su Daoxing, but Su Daoxing didn't have any visible injuries on his body. On the other hand, he himself was beaten by Su Daoxing until his bones were about to crack, and his whole body ached with pain.

  "Deceived!" Tang Guoqiang came to his senses, only to find that Su Dao had already wrapped his arms around his waist and thrown him off the stage like a living monster.

  Bang!

  Tang Guoqiang's body smashed out a deep pit under the martial arts stage.

  What just happened was too fast, even Mu Qing didn't have time to react.

  "Sū Dào Xǐng, I'm going to kill you!" In the deep pit, Tang Guo Qiang let out a roar as he realized he had been tricked.

  Su Dao Xing stood under the deep valley of the morning platform, unable to get up, and Tang Guoqiang clasped his fists: "I admit defeat!"

  Tang Guoqiang hated him so much he wished he could kill Su Daowei with a single glance.

  Some people let out a sigh of relief as this farce finally came to an end.

  Some people were watching with great interest and found out that the duel had ended, they were very annoyed.

  Two painters shook their heads, ready to paint a brilliant duel scene, but the style of the entire duel made them unable to pick up their brushes.

  Su Dao Xing quickly left the square and rushed towards Shen Yue Society.

  He only wanted to win at the lowest cost, otherwise he couldn't guarantee that he had the energy to fight against Zhang Menglong of Baogong Society. In his eyes, Tang Guoqiang didn't even have the qualifications to give Zhang Menglong his shoes.

  Tang Guoqiang is nothing but a martial arts king of the ten dynasties, apart from his royal identity, he has no other abilities, and is just an arrogant and self-important good-for-nothing.

  Zhang Menglong was considered a great enemy by Su Daoxing, because Su Daoxing couldn't see through Zhang Menglong and didn't even know what kind of kung fu Zhang Menglong practiced.

  Returning to the Shen Yue Society, Su Dao Xing immediately entered the secret room. The external injuries on his body did not affect his battle the next day, so he didn't go to the infirmary for treatment. Instead, he meditated in the secret room, merging with the divine image inside the holy temple and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to enhance his cultivation.

  ......

  The fifth day of the competition, the final match of the Baisha tournament, also the ultimate battle.

  Su Dao Xing stepped into the morning light and arrived at the martial arts arena. He walked through the crowd and climbed onto the stage.

  Mu Qing stepped onto the martial stage and found that Su Dao Xing had already taken a step ahead of him, slightly surprised.

  The contest has not yet begun, Zhang Menglong has not yet taken the stage, Su Daoming is already spreading his own will, making his will spread in all directions.

  Today, the number of people watching Su Dao Xing and Zhang Meng Long's match is much less than usual. Perhaps people were disappointed with Su Dao Xing's performance yesterday, or perhaps Su Dao Xing and Zhang Meng Long's popularity cannot attract more people to watch the game.

  Under the martial arts platform, there was only one row of chairs, and the number of big shots who came to watch the battle was nearly half less than yesterday.

  Among cheers, Zhang Menglong arrived at the foot of the martial stage accompanied by Bowen Yigong's disciples, and bowed to Mu Qing and Su Daoxing on the stage before slowly ascending the stage.

  Under the martial arts stage, a painter opened his easel and prepared to paint.

  Mu Qing's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, suppressing the noise from all directions. In a loud and clear voice, he declared: "Today is the final match of the Hundred Society Competition. Su Dao Xing of Shen Yue Society will be competing against Zhang Meng Long of Ba Gong Society. Both are newly promoted to the rank of Ten-Frame Martial King and are leaders of their respective societies. Today's battle will be a full-strength fight, with no regrets."

  Mu Qing's words were laced with underlying meaning, and it was clear that he still had a bone to pick with Su Dao Xing over yesterday's battle style, and there was a hint of wanting to teach Su Dao Xing a lesson.

  "Please!"

  "Please!"

  Su Daochang and Zhang Menglong bowed to each other.

  Zhang Menglong's name is not well-known, but his strength should not be underestimated. He stood there, emitting an aura that had a powerful repulsive force, rejecting all existence that approached him.

  Wow!

  Zhang Menglong drew out a soft whip from his waist and shook it, producing a crisp sound.

  Su Dao Xing could only stand far away, giving up yesterday's close combat strategy.

  Zhang Menglong uses a soft whip as a long-range attack weapon in order to prevent Su Dao from getting close to him.

  Su Dao Xing took out a pair of gloves, which was his treasure from the secret room of Shen Yue Society. With the gloves on, his hands could defy swords and knives.

  Bang!

  Zhang Menglong swung his whip and lashed out at Su Daowei's legs.

  Su Dao woke up dodging the whip's strike.

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  Zhang Menglong swung his soft whip and attacked Su Daoming's lower body, the unexpected soft whip wrapped around one of Su Daoming's ankles.

  Bang!

  Zhang Menglong whipped out a soft whip and knocked Su Daowei awake. With another flick of the whip, he lifted Su's body into the air.

  Su Dao Xing's body suddenly floated in mid-air outside the martial arts stage.

  As soon as Zhang Menglong relaxed his whip, Su Daoming would fall off the martial arts stage, obviously, Zhang Menglong was aware of this.

  Buzz!

  Su Dao Xing used his own will, and a sacred temple appeared behind him. The sacred temple emitted a sacred sound, causing Zhang Meng Long on the stage to appear momentarily stunned.

  Just as Zhang Menglong was distracted, Su Daoming grasped the soft whip with both hands and crushed it with all his might. His body bent and he fell to one corner of the martial arts stage.

  Zhang Menglong came to his senses and found that Su Daowei had already broken free from his whip. He silently thought it was a pity, and with a gaze as sharp as electricity, he stared at Su Daowei: "Let me show you my eighteen-style scattered hand."

  Whoosh!

  Zhang Menglong first showed his movement skills, appearing in front of Su Daoming like a ghost, and slapped his palm towards the top of Su Daoming's head.

  Su Dao woke up with a great shock and lost his color. At the critical moment, he shrunk his head and dodged the palm that was slapped towards the top of his head.

  Zhang Menglong's palm did not hit Su Daowei's head, but instead slapped his chest, immediately leaving a handprint that deeply imprinted into Su Daowei's muscles.

  Hmph!

  Su Dao woke up with a stuffy chest and mouth, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and dodged to one side.

  Whoosh!

  Zhang Menglong's body flashed and appeared behind Su Daoming. A terrifying slap struck Su Daoming's back.

  It's too late to dodge!

  Su Dao Xing suddenly made a ruthless move, his hands chopping down like palm knives towards Zhang Meng Long's legs.

  Bang!

  Su Dao woke up and was hit by Zhang Menglong, his spine fractured, his body like a scattered frame, his palms cut off on Zhang Menglong's legs.

  Zhang Menglong's legs made a cracking sound as he fell heavily to the ground.

  Both sides suffer!