#953 - Chapter 953: Sweeping Away the Clouds

At this moment, the roaring wind stopped.

Yun Gang stomped his feet hard, instantly leaping several meters and heading straight for Chen Haoran.

"Hand of Yin! Breath of Yang! Yin-Yang Gang Fist, determine the outcome!"

Yun Gang unleashed a full-force punch, the force of which whistled through the air. The crowd on the stands didn't even see the shadow of the fist before it was already flying towards Chen Haoran.

Chen Haoran thought it was just a punch with amplified power, but he discovered that a huge tiger actually appeared between his fists. The tiger was majestic and imposing, with a blood-red mouth wide open, revealing sharp, knife-like teeth. It was more than fifteen feet tall, with the momentum of standing between heaven and earth.

Chen Haoran fell from mid-air, clutching his stomach as he hit the ground.

Chen Haoran felt as if his stomach was burning from the inside and being iced from the outside. A heart-wrenching pain spread throughout Chen Haoran's body.

The others on the stands were stunned. No one had expected that this Yin-Yang Peak disciple, who had been suppressed by the Xiaoyao Peak disciple throughout the first half of the match and looked very cowardly, could actually turn the situation around.

Even the Yin-Yang Peak disciples who bullied Yun Gang didn't expect it.

The Yin-Yang Peak Master, Yun Jingting, on the stands was also greatly surprised, but he didn't show it. Yin-Yang Peak disciples should be like this!

Yun Gang landed, standing firmly on the battle stage, and in his deep eyes, the fire of desire to win burned brighter and brighter.

Yun Gang walked step by step towards Chen Haoran, who was clutching his stomach on the ground, his steps stirring up the dust on the battle stage.

Clutching his stomach on the ground, Chen Haoran knew that Yun Gang had come to deliver the final blow when he saw a pair of feet appear in front of him.

Yun Gang looked at Chen Haoran on the ground, his eyes already occupied by the desire to win, without the slightest pity.

Yun Gang rotated and clenched his right hand into a fist, adding spiritual power from his body to the fist to increase its power.

He was about to deliver a direct punch. The crowd on the stands gasped.

The Xiaoyao Peak disciples couldn't bear to watch and covered their eyes with their hands, which were trembling slightly.

However, the Xiaoyao Peak disciples didn't hear any sound. When they took their hands away and looked, they saw that Yun Gang's punching motion had stopped, and the spiritual power on his fist was gradually dissipating.

Chen Haoran seized the opportunity, enduring the severe pain, and rolled away from Yun Gang's fist.

Yun Jingting on the stands lost his composure, stood up, and shouted loudly.

"What are you doing!"

Yun Jingting's voice reached Yun Gang's ears, and Yun Gang directly knelt down weakly.

The crowd on the stands didn't know what was wrong with the Yin-Yang Peak disciple, but Chen Haoran only felt that the power around Yun Gang was rapidly dissipating!

Yun Gang trembled uncontrollably, his eyes became hollow, he felt weak all over, and he felt as if his body's soul was being drawn away.

He had just wanted to deliver a punch, but even lifting his fist was difficult.

When Yun Gang practiced boxing techniques at Yin-Yang Peak, he repeatedly practiced a set of "Yin-Yang Gang Fist", but his cultivation level did not improve. The boxing technique was wide open and powerful, with unparalleled power in a single punch.

The disadvantage was that it consumed too much Yin-Yang power, especially for a weak cultivator like Yun Gang. That punch with the sudden appearance of the fierce tiger had already exhausted the Yin-Yang power in his body. This was why Yun Gang felt as if his body's soul was being drawn away, and his spiritual energy was gradually dissipating.

While Yun Gang was doubting his life, another gust of wind blew.

"The wind is coming!" Ye Hongxue on the stands said as a reminder.

Chen Haoran's abdominal pain eased slightly, and the wind happened to come at this time.

Chen Haoran decisively leaped into the air, once again circulating the Great Circulation with both hands.

The surrounding wind swirled, sweeping up dust to form a funnel-like tornado.

Chen Haoran gathered spiritual power in his left hand and condensed true energy in his right hand, presenting two different elements in his two hands.

"Thousands of mountains pass by the wind, the tornado leaves behind scattered clouds!"

The tornado spun more and more violently, Chen Haoran increased his spiritual power, and the tornado directly attacked Yun Gang.

"Whoosh~ Whoosh" The onrushing tornado made Yun Gang raise his head as if possessed.

Yun Gang's eyes widened, and fear arose in his eyes.

Chen Haoran operated his hands, and Yun Gang was swept up by the tornado's powerful suction.

"Ah~" The high-speed rotation made Yun Gang scream.

A moment later, the savage wind gradually subsided, and the swirling dust gradually fell.

"Bang"

Yun Gang fell from the disappearing tornado, heavily smashing onto the battle stage.

Chen Haoran quickly retracted his hands and adjusted his true energy.

After all, this "Tornado Leaving Behind Scattered Clouds" consumed a lot of true energy and had high requirements for the circulation of spiritual energy.

Yun Gang slumped on the ground, the light gone from his eyes.

Chen Haoran walked forward, wanting to pull him up.

As a result, Yun Gang's eyes turned bloodshot, seemingly unwilling, but also somewhat ashamed and evasive.

"I, I lost."

Yun Gang gave up and burst into a sinister laugh, which made Chen Haoran feel chills all over his body. Everyone on the stands felt chills after hearing Yun Gang's sinister laugh.

Then, Yun Gang stopped his sinister laughter and felt the strange gazes from the stands. Yun Gang drooped his head.

His throat made a whimper, the sound was very small, like the buzzing of a fly, and probably no third person heard it except for himself and Chen Haoran.

He desperately held back his tears, not wanting to face the fact that he had lost the match. The dull pain in his chest and the intense sense of inferiority made him unable to breathe.

Chen Haoran squatted down and handed Yun Gang a piece of crispy candy that Ye Feng had given him before he went on stage.

The sudden appearance of a piece of crispy candy made Yun Gang slowly raise his head.

He liked to eat crispy candy the most, but no one had ever given him crispy candy.

Yun Gang met Chen Haoran's eyes.

"You are a very strong opponent. This time, I was lucky to win. Here, please have some candy!"

Chen Haoran changed his previous arrogance and spoke softly to Yun Gang, who was extremely inferior.

Looking at the crispy candy in Chen Haoran's hand, Yun Gang hesitated.

Seeing him hesitate, Chen Haoran directly tore open the kraft paper candy wrapper and stuffed the crispy candy into Yun Gang's mouth.

The sweet feeling slowly brought back the light that a young man should have in Yun Gang's eyes.

Chen Haoran smiled kindly at Yun Gang, then walked off the battle stage.

Yun Gang stood up little by little and also walked off the battle stage, returning to the Yin-Yang Peak stands.

Yun Jingting sat upright in the main seat, his eyes still sharp.

Yun Gang stood aside without daring to speak, after all, he had lost the match.

A small black bottle with patterns floated in front of Yun Gang.

"This is?" Yun Gang guessed as he held the small bottle.

"Yin-Yang Pill." Yun Jingting cared about Yun Gang without changing his expression.

In fact, Yun Gang's performance this time surprised Yun Jingting. Although he lost the match, Yun Jingting knew that Yun Gang was really working hard.

"Thank you, Peak Master!" Yun Gang was ecstatic. This was the first time the Peak Master had rewarded him with something.

The other Yin-Yang Peak disciples were all envious. It should be known that this Yin-Yang Pill was very precious and was personally refined by Yun Jingting.