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When it came to stealthily learning martial arts, people's first thoughts would always be associated with the words' traitors' and 'peeping'.

But Tong Yan had been blind since a young age, and before sshe was twenty, he had even rarely stepped out of her Martial Arts School, so naturally, she wasn't connected to learning martial arts in secret.

She just had the martial arts system, which contained a lot of martial arts. One of them was called "Cloak Palm".

Thus, after his father lost the competition and his Martial Arts School was humiliated, Eldest Senior Sister Tong learned the cloak's palm technique. Furthermore, it only took him ten minutes to master this set of palm technique.

On the stage.

The middle-aged man was still in disbelief.

He really couldn't understand how Tong Yan had learnt the Cloak Palm Technique. He was certain that his opponent's techniques were the Cloak Palm Techniques, and it was even more genuine than her own cloak Palm Techniques.

He could not figure out what was going on, so he decided not to think any further. He put on a posture and said, "I'll knock you down first, then I'll ask you where the palm technique is!"

Tong Yan slightly tilted her head, the red ribbon fluttered without wind.

Below the stage, everyone, including Tong Wuzhou, were all at a loss. They did not understand, when did Tong Yan learn the cape palm technique?

The battle began.

The middle aged man instantly used all his power, his palm like a blade, creating two afterimages as he fiercely attacked Tong Yan.

Tong Yan looked to the side and listened, then suddenly moved, her body moved like a fish, surprisingly appearing behind the enemy's back, her palm gently landed on the enemy's back.

The middle-aged man staggered forward, the strength in his back causing him to stagger.

When he regained his stability, he looked at Tong Yan with an extremely ugly expression.

He was being showcased!

Below the stage, the short-haired girl widened her eyes and exclaimed, "This blind man is so powerful!"

Everyone from Martial Arts School clapped together.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but say, "I was too careless just now. Come again."

Tong Yan's voice was clear, and she said: "Please."

The middle aged man attacked again, this time he was paying attention to Tong Yan's footsteps. His ten fingers were like hooks, like ten hooks in the sky, looking for an opportunity to stab into Tong Yan.

No one doubted the miserable ending once one was inserted in it.

Tong Yan started using her profound steps again, her body floated up and down as the enemies attacked him, extremely agile, making it impossible for people to even touch her position.

After dozens of strikes, the middle-aged man became distracted and used a "Soul Dispersing Iron Claw" like hand, his hands forming eight shapes as they tore outwards.

The power of this move was very strong and its range was very wide, the timing of its choice was perfect as Tong Yan teleported to a smaller area.

"Let's see how you will dodge!" The middle-aged man shouted.

Tong Yan did not speak. Since she could not hide, there was no need to hide anymore.

She let out a delicate shout as she faced the incoming attack. Her arms were weak and powerless, as if they were snakes that were wrapped around the middle-aged man's hands, which were filled with killing intent.

"You're courting death!"

The middle aged man turned his hands over and was about to scratch ten holes on Tong Yan's arm.

However, Tong Yan's arms slipped as if they were boneless.

The moment the two touched, they separated. The middle-aged man looked at the ten finger marks on his arms. After staring blankly for a long time, he said, "Cloak Palm Art + Silk Twisting Hands?"

Tong Yan replied, "Yes."

The middle-aged difficult son was shocked. He recalled that the movement technique the other party had just used must also be a very profound skill.

He was also a martial arts practice genius who was hard to come across in ten years. He had spent his entire life learning cloak palm techniques and had only mastered them at most. As for the little girl in front of him, although she was young, she was proficient in several cultivation techniques, all of which were above him.

What kind of monster was this?

Moreover, the cultivation technique inheritances were all extremely private. The few skills that she had used were from both the northern and southern factions, so it would be unreasonable to say that she had secretly learned them.

"You can't beat me, admit defeat, and apologize to my father and Martial Arts School." Tong Yan said.

Hearing that, the middle-aged man said, "I will not apologize even if I admit defeat." I saw from the exchange that you didn't go all out. Take out your strongest technique and defeat me! "

Tong Yan frowned, she had never met such a stubborn person.

"I've never seen your Tong Family's leg techniques before, so why don't you let me learn them?" The middle-aged man licked his lips, the Fighting Intent in his eyes became cold, without a trace of fear.

Beneath the stage, Tong Wuzhou said, "Little Yan, this person has a Wu Cheng habit. He once swore that in every battle onstage, he would either walk down as the victor or be carried down. There is no third possibility."

Hearing this, Zheng Feiyue was speechless.

There was actually such a stubborn person.

On the stage.

The middle-aged man laughed, "It's rare for someone to remember my oath."

In front of him, Tong Yan took a deep breath and said: "Does senior insist on admitting defeat?"

"Cut the crap. Bring out your strongest strength."

Tong Yan nodded her head: "Since that's the case, then I will use the Tong Clan's leg technique to end this battle."

"It should have been like this a long time ago." The middle-aged man's expression became serious.

The red ribbon suddenly swung up, forming a straight line in the air.

With a clear and melodious shout, the Tong Family's most prized Tan Cha turned into an afterimage as he charged towards the middle-aged man.

Shua shua shua!

Facing such explosive leg techniques, the middle-aged man had no intention of dodging. He activated the cloak and palm technique to the extreme, creating a large net beside him.

Bang bang bang.

For a time, the sound of hands and feet knocking against each other could be heard.

The early middle aged man could still resist it, but when Tong Yan used his leg technique, it was like a river that had no end.

A hole began to appear in the web.

There were not many loopholes, but Tong Yan was able to see the first one that appeared. She couldn't see, but she had the talent to control the situation even more than those who could.

The flying leg passed through the loophole in the cloaked palm technique and withdrew upon contact with the opponent's chest.

The red ribbon returned to its natural softness and slowly drifted down.

The two of them stood in mid-air. The middle-aged man's eyes were a little dazed at first, but then he revealed a look of praise and said, "The Tong Family's leg technique does live up to its name."

With these words, he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Shouts of surprise broke out from below the stage.

"Are you okay?" The short-haired girl jumped onto the stage, wanting to support him.

The middle-aged man pushed away her hand and continued to stare at Tong Yan, sighing emotionally, "With such a heaven warping posture, if she was born twenty years earlier, the martial arts world wouldn't have fallen to such a state."

This was an extremely high evaluation.

Then he turned to the short-haired woman and said, "Jiao Jiao, as you can see, she is an expert. A top expert."

The short-haired woman nodded vigorously and then asked with concern, "How are you?"

"I've suffered internal injuries and need to rest for a month. "I also want to thank that girl for retracting six percent of her strength when I made my move, otherwise I would have been lying in the hospital for at least a year if I didn't die."

The short-haired woman looked at Tong Yan, little golden stars appearing in her eyes.

"So powerful!" she exclaimed.

The match was over and the outcome was obvious.

Tong Wuzhou looked at his daughter who was standing proudly on the stage, and his heart was filled with pride.

The acolytes' eyes were filled with worship as well.

Eldest Senior Sister... once again saving Martial Arts School.

"I'm going to take my bodyguard to the hospital. I'll come and take him as my master in a few days." The short-haired girl promised as she stopped a taxi at the entrance.

Tong Wuzhou looked at her and said, "I won't accept you."

The short-haired girl smiled and said, "I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for that sister."

"She won't teach you."

The short-haired girl smiled confidently and said, "Everyone, I will be back."

With that, the taxi sped away.