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Infernape's silhouette became blurred in an instant, and it shuttled across the ring at an extremely fast speed, approaching the Morulu in the air.

Its figure was like a flash of lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

Wen Qi did not dare to slack off in the slightest. He shouted loudly:

"Morumoth, use poison powder to attack!"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wen Qi's forehead and his breathing became rapid.

The moth sprinkled a green poisonous powder in the air, which enveloped the inferno monkey like a cloud of poisonous fog. The poisonous powder slowly drifted in the air, emitting a pungent smell.

Infernape rushed into the poison powder but showed no intention of retreating.

With its super speed, it quickly approached the moth, then suddenly jumped up and used the lightning fist again:

"Try this trick!"

The Infernape's roar was deafening, and its expression was ferocious and fierce.

Wen Qi's heart tightened. He knew that this attack was difficult to avoid, so he could only fight hard.

"Morumoth, use Hold!"

Wen Qi's voice was almost a roar, his eyes fixed on the Moru moth, his eyes full of anticipation.

The body of the Moru moth was instantly covered by a transparent shield.

Infernape's lightning fist hit the shield, emitting a dazzling light and strong energy waves.

The light illuminated the entire arena, and the energy fluctuations made the surrounding air vibrate.

In this round of confrontation, both sides showed strong strength and superb command skills.

The atmosphere in the entire stadium became increasingly tense, and the audience held their breath, looking forward to the next round of exciting competition.

As the light slowly dissipated, Mothra and Infernape each occupied one side of the arena, confronting each other vigilantly.

Wen Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the moth carefully. Seeing that it was unharmed, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised and he murmured softly:

"We succeeded in holding on. Well done."

However, he also clearly noticed that the spirit of the Moru Moth was a little sluggish, the frequency of the originally agile antennae swinging had also slowed down a lot, and there was a hint of fatigue in its eyes.

Qin Ming frowned, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he sighed inwardly:

"This Moru moth actually mastered the defense. What a misstep."

His gaze quickly shifted to Infernape, and saw that although it was not injured, it kept scratching its body with its hands and had a painful expression, which was obviously a sign of poisoning.

"Damn it, he's been tricked by the poison powder again. Although the poison isn't fatal, if this continues, Infernape will definitely lose. Looks like we have to change our tactics and end this quickly."

Qin Ming gritted his teeth and his eyes became firm and sharp.

Wen Qi, after learning about the poisoning of the Infernape through the system, was secretly happy, but his face remained expressionless. He thought to himself:

"I never expected the Moth to win in a head-on confrontation. Now that it's poisoned, it's a good time for me to use my strategy. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

While he was deep in thought, Qin Ming had already launched a fierce attack.

"Infernape, use your energy, then quickly move closer and use close combat!"

Qin Ming shouted loudly, his voice as resonant as a bell, full of majesty and determination.

He leaned forward slightly, clenched his hands into fists, and fixed his eyes on Morumoth, as if trying to impose his will on Infernape.

When Wen Qi heard the command, his heart tightened and he immediately responded calmly:

"Moru Moth, use Butterfly Dance, then move at high speed to dodge."

His voice was crisp and decisive, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

The Moru moth quickly flapped its gorgeous wings, a layer of strange light appeared around its body, and its speed increased instantly.

It drew a graceful arc in the air, and cleverly avoided Infernape's pursuit like a phantom.

Qin Ming watched the actions of the moth and secretly admired Wen Qi's wit.

"This kid has indeed noticed Infernape's weakness and plans to use delaying tactics to exhaust its strength. He is such a smart opponent."

He nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

After Infernape gathered all his energy, he rushed towards Moth like an arrow. The arena beneath his feet was left with shallow footprints, raising a cloud of dust.

With the help of butterfly dance and high-speed movement, Moth can flexibly move in the air and always keep a safe distance from Infernape.

For a moment, a fierce chase broke out on the ring. Infernape was rushing left and right below, and Moth was dancing above. The figures of the two were intertwined, forming a strange and tense picture.

The audience was stunned by the sudden battle scene, and there was a burst of discussion below the stage.

"This fighting style is really strange. Can you fight like this?"

A young audience member opened his mouth in surprise, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

"I think Wen Qi is a coward. He only knows how to run away and doesn't dare to fight head-on."

A hot-tempered audience member curled his lips in disdain, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked full of contempt.

"What do you know? This is called tactics. They are trying to avoid the enemy's attack and win by using their wits."

An old man retorted, shaking his head slightly with a hint of approval in his eyes.

"This battle is too boring. Just watching one chasing the other. It's boring."

Another audience member complained, slouching in his seat with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

The contestants nodded one after another, expressing their approval of Wen Qi's choice.

Li Lei looked at this scene, smiled helplessly, and thought to himself:

"Is this Wen Qi really Li Xiang's classmate?

He doesn't have the impulsiveness of a young man at all, but more like a shrewd fox. But this method is indeed correct, as long as we can win. "

He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair, with a hint of curiosity and anticipation in his eyes, wanting to see how this battle would end.

Qin Ming was extremely anxious when he saw that Infernape could not catch up with Morumoth. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and a hint of annoyance was revealed in his eyes.

Suddenly, he found that Infernape's movements were becoming stiffer and slower.

"Something's wrong. This isn't just poisoning."

Qin Ming was shocked and carefully observed the actions of the moth, and found that it had secretly sprinkled paralyzing powder while dodging.

"Good boy, you actually used this trick, how insidious and cunning!"

Qin Ming cursed angrily, his face turned red, his eyes seemed to be spewing fire, and his body trembled slightly with anger.

He glared at Wen Qi fiercely, his eyes full of indignation. However, despite his anger, he also had to admire Wen Qi's tactical arrangement.

"This Wen Qi is very thoughtful and has many tricks up his sleeve. He is indeed a strong opponent."

Qin Ming sighed inwardly, and the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by respect and fear.

Wen Qi noticed Qin Ming's gaze and knew that his tactics had caused the other party's dissatisfaction, but he didn't care.

His eyes were focused and determined, staring closely at the situation on the field, ready to respond to any emergency at any time. He thought silently in his heart:

"In combat, as long as it does not violate the rules, any means are sufficient for victory."

At this time, Mothra continued to fly in the air, using its speed advantage to deal with Infernape.

Its wings flapped gently, making a slight buzzing sound, and the powder on its body slowly fell off with the vibration of its wings.

Infernape kept jumping and sprinting below, trying to catch the Moth, but failed every time.

Its breathing became rapid and sweat kept dripping from its body, forming small puddles on the ring, emitting a faint smell of sweat.