"The successor of Boat Fist was KOed by Modern Fighting!"
"Shaolin Fist was KOed by Modern Fighting!"
"Seven Star Mantis Fist KO Modern Fighting!"
"Bajiquan KO modern fighting!"
The King of Fighters is in progress every day, and the battle scenes of martial arts vs. fighting are staged one by one. In general, there are many martial arts transmissions.
When Chuanwu fights against modern combat, 80% of the early stages are lost.
However, as the game came to the second half, this situation began to slowly reverse, and a group of powerful martial arts masters won one after another.
For example, Li Ting played seven or eight consecutive games with one hand, without losing. No one could have taken a single move in his hands.
There is also a young man who came out of the mountain, named Sun Tianbao, who is 1.6 meters tall, short and thin, and is very skillful in playing monkey fists, and he is erratic and erratic. He will suffer a lot when he meets his opponent.
In addition, Wudang, Shaolin, Qingcheng Mountain, Emei, and several cross-river dragons from Hong Kong Island have also passed the opportunity and become popular products.
These people all have one common characteristic, that is, they can fight.
Not only is he highly skilled in his own sect, he is also proficient in modern fighting and has a deep understanding of modern fighting.
For example, a Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain came up and threw a hug and then cross-kooked the opponent, and the audience was stunned.
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"Good Xiao Li, I've entered the top ten games. Congratulations, this game has achieved a level, and the elbow just now is very strong."
After Li Ting finished a fight, he sat by the ring and rested and drank water. Zhang Wei walked over and said.
Since serving as a referee, Zhang Wei has seen many masters and is deeply impressed by Li Ting. In addition, they all practice Bajiquan. They chatted a few more while they were idle, and then they realized that the other party had a connection with Ding Xiu.
Li Ting’s Baji Power was taught by Ding Xiu.
In his Bajiquan system, Ding Xiu is also half a teacher.
In this way, the two are still brothers of the same school.
With Ding Xiu's relationship, the two are very close.
"Huh!" Li Ting said, covering his slightly stuffy chest, "The more you get to the back, the more experts you get, and you're a little overwhelmed. I almost didn't get through this game today."
The first few games were very easy, but those who could reach the later stages were not in the hands of the game.
From instant killing to now, it is difficult to fight one by one. Today's battle is Dao of Qingchengshan. The opponent is practicing foreign kung fu, and his fists are not as hard as ordinary.
He barely won by exerting two punches in a row.
Zhang Wei smiled and said, "It's good that you can make it to this point. You don't even look at who you are fighting this time. How many years have they practiced fighting, and how many years have you been."
The players who have played until now have a lot of practical experience, but Li Ting has the least practical experience.
However, he grew up very fast and started to play very immaturely. Now he can beat amateur boxers even if he doesn't use any effort.
If you count the energy, Li Ting is definitely a little master.
This is just because he has little practical experience. If he fights like this every day, he will definitely be able to enter high-end combat power and become a real master after a year and a half.
Li Ting grinned. This is why he came here, because there is actual combat here, and he can feel that every time he fights, he is improving. He enjoys this kind of release of all his strength and wanders around.
It feels like between beating someone and being beaten.
"Brother Zhang, my age is not over the standard, why don't you register?"
Zhang Wei shook his head: "I am different from you. I'm too bullying when I go on stage."
He wanted to go there too, Ding Xiu wouldn't let him go.
But as he said, he was too bullying when he went on stage.
The King of Fighters will never allow professional boxers to participate in the competition, and he is a retired special forces soldier, which is even more exaggerated than professional boxers.
He has been wandering on the line of life and death for many years, and has been touched by countless lives on his hands. Letting him play such entertainment competitions is a completely dimensional reduction blow and bullying children.
He also practiced the Baji Power, but Li Ting could not take three moves in his hands.
"Will we practice if you have time?" Li Ting's eyes shone brightly and he felt instantly.
"Okay, I'll punch you a few times after finishing my work."
"Thank you, Brother Zhang, I won't say anything. I'll order you right away. Let's go, I'll invite you to drink."
Regardless of Qing's ribs, Li Ting stood up, put one hand on Zhang Wei's shoulder, and was about to pull him to drink.
"Don't worry, I haven't gotten off work yet, and I haven't finished two games yet. I'll wait for me for half an hour."
"I forgot that you are the referee, so I'll change my clothes first and see you later."
Half an hour later, Zhang Wei and Li Ting changed into clothes and walked out of the gymnasium side by side.
At the end of today's event, the audience also came out one after another. Those who wore the same clothes in groups of three or five were either boxing gyms or some sects. At this time, some were happy and some were sad.
The winner is naturally full of spring breeze and accepts the thanks from the people around you with a smile.
The loser looked worried, his nose was blue and swollen, he pulled the brim down, and he buried his head and left.
"Hey, stop!"
Hearing the voice behind him, Li Ting and Zhang Wei turned around.
Not far away, a man in his thirties, with a scar on his face, was surrounded by a man who was drinking Coke with a straw.
This sound stopped and called him.
"Friend, are you a little heavy to do it?"
Facing seven or eight martial arts practitioners, the scar man inserted his pocket with one hand, took a sip of Coke calmly, shrugged, "Is there any? I've already shown mercy."
"Are you special ..."
When someone heard this, he would rush up to fight.
The person who lost on the ring was their senior brother, his palms were broken and his ribs were broken. He was still lying in the hospital now. The doctor said that not to mention boxing, he would be a problem in the future.
They were so angry that they came to find a place. They originally planned to make another appointment, force the other party to apologize and vent their anger to the senior brother, but they didn't expect that the other party was so arrogant. Who wouldn't be angry if they heard this?
Facing the seven or eight people rushing forward, the man suddenly stepped forward, bent his knees, bent down, and evaded his fist, then grabbed the coke can and landed accurately on the cheek of the person in front.
"Bang!"
The force of this punch was surprisingly great. The man who was hit was knocked away two or three meters, foamed at the mouth after landing, rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Clang!"
He threw away the pinched coke can, and the man bit the straw and joked: "I'm scared to death, what are you doing?"
"grass!"
"Do him!"
After the words came, only a sweeping whip leg was greeted. The person who was whipped flew out again without any surprise, covered his waist and wailed on the ground. The onlookers were in pain.
Although the scar man has scars on his face, his overall temperament looks lazy, frivolous, and a little cynical when he is quiet.
You can only know how terrifying it is when you start.
He was 1.8 meters tall, but his skeleton was extremely thick. His arms were like ape's arms, which were so violent that he instantly defeated four or five people with a combination of punches.
No one who was hit by him got up again. They all lost their combat power with one blow. There was no way, and they burst into tears.