Chapter 1,360 Round Battle

This time, Qin Yang rested for an hour. Although he felt refreshed for a while, he decided to wait for an hour.

Qin Yang saw the group of leading figures from various sects gathered together and whispered to each other. He believed that the situation would change. He had to try his best to maintain the best condition to face the challenges of various situations.

"A piece of calligraphy by Bada Shanren of the Song Dynasty, passed!"

A challenger in his thirties took a saber pill, walked onto the stage, bowed and saluted, and then began to attack Qin Yang.

Qin Yang still used the previous strategy, dodging and parrying, not attacking actively, and not fighting hard with the opponent. The opponent was drugged. At this time, fighting hard with the opponent, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

As long as he used fast body movements to dodge the opponent's attack, and then found an opportunity to take the opportunity to give the opponent a fierce blow, this was the most correct approach.

Figures intertwined, qi collided, and Qin Yang was a little surprised, because although the opponent's offensive was continuous, the attack power was much weaker than that of Meichuan Dayang just now. The opponent did not seem to be eager to take advantage of the effect of the drug to knock Qin Yang down. Instead, he kept two points of spare strength at any time to prevent his counterattack.

Doesn't this guy know that it will not be good for him to drag it on like this? After the effect of the drug is over, the side effects will erupt, and his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. At that time, won't there be only one way to lose?

Qin Yang's eyes quickly swept across the stage. When he saw the gathered group of practitioners in their thirties and forties, who seemed to be waiting to challenge him, Qin Yang suddenly understood.

Human wave tactics!

Car chaos!

Consumption!

The fundamental purpose of this guy is not to defeat himself, but to consume himself to the greatest extent and pave the way for the challengers behind!

Qin Yang's heart trembled. Since the opponent had arranged it this way, the next challenge would surely come one after another without stopping. The opponent would not give him a chance to breathe.

Fortunately, he set an hour of recovery time when he set the rules. Otherwise, if the opponent continued to challenge him, he would really be piled up on the ring.

After Qin Yang understood the opponent's plan, he saved his internal energy more and more. He would never defend if he could dodge, and would never block directly if he could.

The two fought back and forth for five minutes. The challenger's originally red face began to turn pale gradually. Qin Yang judged at a glance that the effect of the drug in the opponent's body was disappearing, and the side effects were gradually manifesting.

Qin Yang once again resisted the opponent's crazy attack as if he was fighting for his life. When he was about to take the opportunity to knock the opponent down, who knew that the challenger suddenly retreated and distanced himself from Qin Yang.

"I admit defeat!"

Without any nonsense, the challenger admitted defeat cleanly and turned around and left the ring.

Qin Yang shook his hands. The drugged man was indeed much more powerful. Even if there was no direct confrontation, after five minutes of high-speed running and fighting, Qin Yang's physical strength was rapidly declining.

Qin Yang still returned to the seat in the corner, picked up the water, took a pill, and drank two sips of water.

"They want to fight a war of attrition with you!"

Yang Haoran suddenly reminded Qin Yang: "Pay attention to maintaining your physical strength!"

Qin Yang glanced at the group of challengers next to him and smiled: "I know."

Yang Haoran nodded and said nothing.

The next two games were the same as the previous one. The challengers either took saber pills or used their own secret techniques to stimulate their strength, which quickly consumed Qin Yang's physical strength while giving him enough pressure.

When he won the fifth game, it was already 12:30. Situ Xiang had already prepared lunch for Qin Yang. Qin Yang ate lunch in ten minutes, replenished his physical strength, and returned to the stage again.

"After three games, his physical strength has obviously declined a lot. Even if he has eaten lunch to replenish his energy, the fatigue of his body and brain cannot be restored by this lunch!"

"There are five to six games in the afternoon. Let's work harder and wear him down!"

"The last two people to finish should be prepared to fight hard. The people in front are helping you to win. You must do your best!"

"Although there is still one day tomorrow, we can't let them win more than today!"

"Yes, we can't let him win!"

Qin Yang sat on the ring to rest, but he was thinking about another thing in his mind.

There were too many cultural relics stolen by Japan at the beginning. He fought hard for a day, but he could only get back seven or eight pieces at most. Even if he fought hard for a day, he could only get back thirty or forty pieces in a week. Although the value of thirty or forty precious cultural relics is already very huge, Qin Yang still feels that it is not enough.

How can we win more?

Maybe we should change, no, add some challenge rules.

For the time being, the collected cultural relics are not enough. Let's wait and propose new rules tomorrow morning. Today's winnings will be regarded as the new betting base. Maybe there are always some people with big fortunes who want to win these things back, provided that they think they can win.

Maybe I have to act well...

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting.

We must make them all think that they will definitely win the next challenge!

Although the human wave tactics are indeed effective, Qin Yang is not worried because he has not shown all his fighting power, not to mention that there is still an hour to recover between each game.

At half past one, the challenge continues.

Qin Yang still dragged down challengers one after another without any suspense, but Qin Tian's originally ruddy and healthy face began to turn pale, as if he was about to be exhausted.

This scene fell into the eyes of the Japanese practitioners who were watching, and they were immediately very excited.

"He's almost gone!"

"He can't bear it anymore, beat him in one breath!"

"Knock him down!"

"Come on, he's about to lose!"

Qin Yang closed his eyes and concentrated on recovering his energy, while Situ Xiang and others in the audience showed worried looks on their faces.

Yamaguchi Rika looked at Qin Yang, who was a little pale on the stage, and a little worry flashed in her eyes. She raised her watch and looked at it. It was half past five. It was agreed to be six o'clock before, and there might be one or two more games.

Can he hold on?

From the first game at nine in the morning to now, Qin Yang has played a total of nine games!

In these nine matches, except for the first challenger who played at his normal strength, the eight challengers behind all took saber pills or used secret techniques to stimulate their fighting power, exerting fighting power far beyond the 25th level of the Heavenly Man.

An ordinary cultivator at the 25th level of the Heavenly Man would probably be beaten to a pulp when facing even one such desperate opponent, but Qin Yang fought eight matches in a row and dragged down or defeated eight such opponents!

Can he still hold on?