Nine hundred and fifteen thousand...the contrast in strength has already reached such a disparity.

Anyone with a right mind would quickly give in, right?!

Lin Wushuang is powerful, talented and lucky. But facing Fu Yang, he is still a scumbag!

He is not stupid and knows the current situation, so he quickly surrendered.

The conversation between Fu Yang and Lin Wushuang on the ring was very fast and in a very low voice. Except for Wei Ke and Mr. Xiong who could hear clearly, the rest of the audience were basically confused.

"What's going on? Grandmaster Lin and Grandmaster Fu...why are they just chatting? Without taking action?"

"Didn't you hear what Grandmaster Lin said? Let Grandmaster Fu test his talent, and give him some pointers if he sees fit. This is a junior even more than a junior."

"That's right! But is the difference in their kung fu really that huge? I can't tell."

"Sigh...could it be that the Battle of the Gods of War ended in vain? I don't accept it, I'm not happy! Even if Grandmaster Lin's kung fu is inferior, at least let's have a fight to see."

The audience began to talk a lot. They could not accept that the most exciting martial arts tournament since its inception would end in this way?

Fu Yang was also very surprised. He didn't know what kind of medicine Lin Wushuang was selling in his gourd. So he asked: "So...are you going to admit defeat directly?"

Lin Wushuang shook his head: "No."

Then, fearing that Fu Yang would misunderstand, he quickly explained: "Actually... Master Fu, I have always wanted to be a true cultivator! You also know that warriors - even the most peak grand masters - are only mortals after all. Want to

To embark on a stronger path, you must practice magic. After seeing the ocean, what’s the point of being trapped in a small river?"

"So, ever since I learned about your identity, I have been working hard to show off my talent and strength. I hope to attract your attention and gain your approval."

I see!

Fu Yang suddenly realized, and then he understood why Lin Wushuang always looked in his direction with a strange look when fighting before.

At that time, he didn't think much about it, but now he understood it after listening to the other party's words - Ganqing was showing his kindness to himself and seeking approval!

This is just like when we were young, primary school students would study hard to get good grades and attract the teacher's attention.

Lin Wushuang bowed to him again: "So... I have the guts to make a request to Master Fu Xian! Because without using spells, your combat power based solely on physical strength is about two thousand, which is a little more than twice as high as mine.

Under such circumstances, if you use one hand, if I can insist on fighting you within a hundred moves without losing, can you..."

Lin Wushuang's expression suddenly became serious: "Accept me as your disciple!"

It turns out that he wants to attract Fu Yang's attention, and then show his abilities in this way. Finally, he wants to become Fu Yang's disciple. This is his real purpose!

Apprenticeship?

Fu Yang was slightly startled, probably because he did not expect this result.

He scratched his head in embarrassment: "Xiao Lin, I actually understand the desire of people like you to explore stronger power in the world. After all, you have reached the pinnacle of martial arts - there is no way ahead. But I just said

I also checked with my spiritual sense and found that you really don’t have the talent and ability to practice. What’s more, I do have quite strong magical power and cultivation. But I don’t know how to teach disciples. I already have two disciples.

There was almost no teaching.”

What Fu Yang said is true...

Before, Lin Wushuang showed wonderful martial arts prowess, and he and Wei Ke had carefully observed it with their spiritual senses - unfortunately, Lin Wushuang did not have the talent to practice magic.

This kind of thing is fate! It is innate.

No, just no.

But he didn't know how to explain it clearly to the other party.

After listening to Fu Yang's words, Lin Wushuang looked a little sad and nodded: "Actually, I know. After I accidentally ate some rare and rare herbs, several righteous immortal masters treated me. I was in a semi-conscious and hazy state.

Next, I also heard several immortal masters sighing, saying that it is a pity that without the foundation of cultivation, I will not be able to embark on the path of cultivation after all. But I am not willing to give in, and I want to give it a try after all!"

"The combat power of those immortal masters is only three to four thousand. But you, the combat power is as high as fifteen thousand! So, maybe you can help me in some way? What's more, even if you really don't want to accept me as your disciple in the end.

Being able to compete with you is also a great training for me."

All right……

Since he was so sincere and sincere, he had already talked about it. It was not easy for Fu Yang to refuse Lin Wushuang.

Although he is already considered a super strong man in the supernatural world, his personality is very gentle - as long as the other party respects him and doesn't cause trouble, Fu Yang is still easy to talk to.

This kind of gentle and rational character is also related to the family living environment since childhood.

He waved his hand: "Okay, okay, let's do what you said first. I don't use magic, I rely solely on the natural strength of my body to fight you a hundred times with one hand."

good!

Lin Wushuang said loudly: "Then, let me ask Grandmaster Fu for some guidance. Please do it! You use one hand and I will try my best. I hope I can survive a hundred moves."

He said this sentence loudly and confidently, and the audience in the venue heard it.

Boiling again!

Want to fight? Finally, we have to fight!

It's just that... hearing what Grandmaster Lin said, he thought it was great that he could withstand a hundred moves from Grandmaster Fu? Moreover, the opponent was still one-handed!

Lin Wushuang's mouth curved, revealing a sly smile.

Although he has a cold and arrogant personality, he is not a fool - he can clearly see that this "Master Fu" is a little bit vain. Then he will give him enough face in front of so many martial artists.

The Tianwu Boxing Gym he helped lose face.

This makes Fu Yang feel good. At least he has a better chance, right?

"Then, Grandmaster Fu... please!"

Lin Wushuang's feet were spread apart, and his hands were formed into palms, one forward and one backward, one high and one low. He was ready for a martial arts competition.

good!

Seeing this, Fu Yang also gathered all his magic power. He only relied on the original strength and power of his physical body to fight Lin Wushuang in a "Martial God Competition".

"Let's start the fight!"

"Oh my God! I'm so excited. Anyway, the two strongest men in the martial arts tournament are finally going to face off."

"But Grandmaster Fu's single hand... I don't know how it will fare in a fight."

The audience also entered a state of excitement and fanaticism again.

On the ring, Fu Yang moved!

Whoosh!

His entire body was like a stream of light, with an afterimage trailing behind him, and he instantly arrived in front of Lin Wushuang.

boom!

Because the speed was too fast, the air was squeezed and exploded. Wherever the feet passed, two deep marks appeared on the solid concrete floor, as if they had been plowed out.
Chapter completed!