One person: After starting with the academic atmosphere, I'll take down Xia He!

Wang Bing was very imposing, and some audience members were alarmed, feeling that Wang was not easy to deal with.

Seeing the fist about to hit his head, Malone sidestepped and threw a right hook in return.

"Oh!"

As expected, Wang Bing's chin was hit, and his weak aura vanished as he was sent flying by this seemingly light punch.

"Whoosh!"

"Holy crap, this beast can't even withstand one punch from Young Master Long?"

"Are you kidding me!"

"Fraudulent match-fixing? Wang Bing will be flying off the field right now!"

Ma Long was stunned. Had Wang Bing become weaker again?

In fact, Ma Long has improved too quickly. Although he didn't use any special techniques in that punch, he still couldn't control his strength.

"Damn, this guy's going to lose."

"If he falls out, he loses. That's too easy on him! No way!"

"Eight-door transport!"

Ma Long was very anxious at this moment; he absolutely could not let Wang Bing be defeated so easily.

He immediately used the Eight Gates Transfer Technique to pull Wang Bing back to his side.

On the Vermilion Bird Platform, Wang Ai's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed: "Hmph!"

Ma Long was sensible enough to save face for the Wang family.

After all, losing with just one punch would be too humiliating!

It seems that Bing'er still has a chance to fight back.

Lu Ci glanced sideways in shock, slowly sat up straight, and quietly increased the distance between himself and Wang Ai.

On the court, Wang Bing, who had been pulled in front of Ma Long, was ecstatic.

"Hahaha!

Ma Long, you're asking for it! I was careless just now and you knocked me flying.

Now you actually dare to use magic to get me close.

Let me tell you, my family's secret technique of summoning spirits and commanding generals is no joke!

As Wang Bing laughed wildly, black energy once again emanated from his body, and his dull eyes were filled with darkness.

"Your family tradition of summoning spirits and commanding generals has become six!"

Wang Bing once again unleashed a powerful punch, slamming it down hard on Ma Long.

This time, Ma Long was more measured. He simply swung out a ball of Qi in his hand and met Wang Bing's fist.

"Oh!"

In an instant, Wang Bing's black fist was firmly grasped by Ma Long.

Wang Bing couldn't break free and, enraged, shouted, "You forced me to do this!"

I will defeat you using the art of spirit possession, a technique even Feng Zhenghao has not mastered!

Malone wasn't in a hurry to shut him up. This guy doesn't think things through when he's fighting, he just says whatever comes to mind. Maybe he can get information out of him later.

"Humph!

"What's so great about the method of absorbing spirits? Your Majesty, stop exaggerating!"

As Ma Long spoke, he released Wang Bing's arm.

Upon seeing this, Wang Bing laughed loudly: "Hahaha, ignorant!"

How terrifying is your ignorance!

Let me tell you, this spirit-summoning technique was given to our family by Feng the sycophant back then. It's the strongest method in the spirit-binding and commanding technique.

He also promised not to pass it on to his descendants.

Haha, you get it now.

That's why Feng Zhenghao is now fawning over the Wang family like a dog!

Wang Bing's voice was loud, and this top-secret matter was heard clearly by almost everyone present.

Of course, only a small number of people knew in advance.

At this moment, Feng Zhenghao's expression remained unchanged. He sat respectfully opposite Wang Ai, carefully refilling Wang Ai's teacup, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Wang Ai comforted him, "Xiao Feng, Bing'er is talking nonsense."

Don't mind it!

Feng Zhenghao adjusted his glasses and said very seriously, "Old Master Wang, you don't need to say that."

Our Feng family owes its current success entirely to your Wang family!

"Young Master Bing'er is right, how could I mind!"

"Haha, that's good, let's continue watching the game!"

The two got along very well and there was no resentment between them.

Lu Ci, standing to the side, pretended to be calm, showing no unusual expression. He simply sat up straight and continued to move backward.

He tried his best to keep his distance from Wang Ai.

Because he knew that some outcomes were predetermined, and some things were beyond his control!

Ma Long, calm and collected, continued to ask, "Hehe!"

Alarmist!

"How old are you? How much could you possibly know about these things from the older generation?"

Wang Bing waved his hand dismissively: "I know more than you do!"

Old Deng told me all this; he couldn't possibly be lying to me!

"Who is Old Deng?"

"That's my great-grandfather, Wang Ai!"

Wang Ai, who was still enjoying tea with Feng Zhenghao, was starting to get restless.

He roared into the arena, "Bing'er, finish this quickly!"

Don't give him time to catch his breath; this is just a delaying tactic.

Upon hearing this, Wang Bing suddenly realized: "The vicious Ma Long!"

Behold my method of absorbing spiritual energy!

He quickly took out a black humanoid spirit and frantically fiddled with it.

A black mass of qi appeared, and thick black smoke emanated from Wang Bing's eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth.

After Wang Bing grabbed the black spirit, he opened his mouth wide and began to tear and chew it.

The spirit struggled painfully.

He never understood why he would be eaten by animals after his death.

"Haha, my strength has obviously increased!"

Malone, how are you going to deal with me now?

After Wang finished absorbing the spirit, his aura seemed to become even stronger.

He was not far from Malone and rushed over quickly, ready to deliver a devastating blow to Malone.

"Ugh!

"I thought it would be something really serious, is that all?"

"Ghostly Traveling Talisman for Sealing Scriptures!"

"Five Warriors Binding Immortal Talisman!"

"Taiyi Wooden Prison Talisman!"

Ma Long didn't intend to waste any more time. He activated several talismans, and in an instant, strands of silk controlled Wang Bing.

Despite his seemingly powerful and imposing presence, Wang Bing is incredibly easy to control.

With the Binding Immortal Talisman and the Wooden Prison Talisman combined, Wang Bing was completely unable to move.

Wang Bing's eyesight was quite good: "The Heavenly Record!"

It was that old man Lu Jin's doing.

You actually mastered it!

"You despicable person, let me go!"

"Aren't you very arrogant? Do you have a way to break this?"

Why don't we just surrender and admit defeat!

Ma Long grabbed a vine extending from the wooden cage and, like a yo-yo, tossed Wang Bing high into the air before slamming him heavily onto the stage.

Wang Bing was indeed very resilient. Even after being hit several times, he was still unconvinced: "Ridiculous!"

We, the Wang family, will never admit defeat!

"Bang bang bang!"

There was another heavy thud as his head hit the ground. Seeing that he didn't beg for mercy, Ma Long continued to slam his head against the ground.

"Hmm, good head!"

Wang Ai, who was watching intently from the stands, was reminded by his subordinate, "Master!"

"Young Master might be no match for us. Should we concede?"

"shut up!

Look closely, and you might have a chance to turn the tide!

After Wang Ai's angry rebuke, the subordinate remained silent.

Lu Ci was equally puzzled. He first squinted, then stared wide-eyed, but he couldn't see any sign that Wang Bing could turn the tide.

"How the hell did you figure that out?"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Wang Bing, who was praised for his good head, has now knocked deep craters into the stage.

Let alone Wang Bing's fleshy head, even a ramming machine couldn't withstand Ma Long's beating.

Wang Bing soon fell into a coma, bleeding from all seven orifices, and was on the verge of death.

Just as Ma Long was about to continue smashing, Zhuge Gong spoke up, not wanting anyone to die in Zhuge Village: "Stop!"

Wang Bing has lost the ability to resist, and Ma Long wins.

The two have switched rankings!