Chapter 354 Master Ugo, I want to challenge you! (4000)
At 8:30 in the morning, the elder-level discussion has begun.
Note that this is a competition, and it will not go all out. It is not even comparable to the previous core wheel battles and individual battles. After all, the elders of each school are very powerful. Once they get serious, they may not be able to stop. They are still harmonious.
The air is better.
As for the killing, let the disciples do it.
On the first floor of Heitong Building, the sunlight falls on the ground through the brown glass, arranged like rectangular golden patches.
Occasionally, mottled tree shadows are projected in, swaying gently.
The auditorium was packed with people, including disciples and teachers from various schools. They stared intently at Arena No. 1, wanting to see what the usually low-key elders really do. Even if they don't go all out, they are still very interesting.
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There is no normal referee in this competition, and there is no competition system. It is simply that two elders have met their eyes and come to the ring to have a fight. Or, an elder may request a challenge.
And the person being challenged also accepted it.
"Patsy, let me see if you have made any progress in the past four years." An old man with completely white eyebrows suddenly made an invitation.
Looking towards his gaze, there was a middle-aged man wearing black clothes. He had an ordinary appearance, short hair like a steel needle, and his aura was low and dangerous.
"Elder Obi invites me, so naturally I dare not refuse..."
The middle-aged man suddenly stood up with a deep look in his eyes.
Judging from the conversation between the two, it is obvious that they have some private grievances, but they should not be very deep. If the two of them had a private fight to resolve it, the originally not serious festival might end up because someone was injured and lost.
Intensify and deepen.
However, it was just right on an occasion like the Eastern Exchange Conference. There were more than a dozen fighters watching here to prevent emergencies. In addition, the last day of the exchange conference was a point-to-point competition, so both of them would exercise restraint. Not only
strength, and temperament. Therefore, the discussion among the elders on the last day of the exchange meeting is still meaningful, and sometimes it can resolve some conflicts.
"Elder Obi from the Red Wrist Fist, and Elder Pasi from the Xu Ri Sect. The two fighters faced off, and what followed was a lot of watching..."
In the auditorium dedicated to the elders of each school, there were elders who commented, and there were also people who learned about the past conflicts between Obi and Patsy.
On the ring, two figures stood on both sides, confronting each other. There seemed to be an aura slowly rising around them, causing the air to become somewhat distorted, with a slight sense of oppression.
"This, this seems to be the aura of a fighter! Our sect leader once accidentally mentioned that being able to predict the moves of enemies within the range of the aura is a very special sense of martial arts."
"Our great elder once demonstrated that when the first to seventh cores in the sect went up to attack together, they were tricked in circles. No matter how tricky the angle was, they could not touch the corner of the great elder's clothes, but were hit in the flaw.
Losing combat effectiveness..."
Some core disciples were discussing in low voices.
Bang! Bang!
There were two muffled thunder explosions on the ring, and suddenly two people on the left and right rushed forward together, as if a wild arrow collided in the center of the ring. The speed was so fast that an afterimage was drawn in the air, and it was in the retinas of everyone watching the battle.
Leaves a blurry shadow.
"The fight started! But I can't see anything clearly..."
"It's too fast, the movement is too fast, it's dizzying."
Some disciples with insufficient vision and strength said, while most of the core disciples concentrated on staring at the ring.
Although it was also a little blurry, they could see clearly.
The white-browed old man came from the Red Wrist Fist. After his strength exploded, a red mark as thick as a finger appeared on the old wrist. Immediately afterwards, his two hands swelled, and the twisted and powerful muscles spread, bringing about powerful streaks.
strength.
Every time the old man with white eyebrows cuts his hands through the air, he can bring out a powerful sound of breaking through the air, which is full of expressive tension.
On the other side is a middle-aged man wearing black attire. He comes from the Xu Ri Gate and practices the Xu Ri Fist Seal. When his body sways, his tightly clenched fists will create the illusion of misalignment.
It's like seven or eight fists superimposed on each other.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The red wrist fist met the Xuri Fist Seal, and a crackling sound suddenly came from the surface of the ring. It was the sound of fists hitting each other. Because the speed was too fast and the rhythm was too dense, it was like firecrackers going off. Both of them were fighting.
Fighters with extremely rich experience compete in head-to-head battles, competing for speed and strength. Or they compete against each other for accurate control of strength. Or they compete against each other defensively, competing for the ability to seize flaws and opportunities in battle.
It wasn't just boxing, there were also a lot of elbows, kicks, and body movements. They rolled around at high speeds on the ring, and the soles of their shoes rubbed together, leaving black marks on the rubber.
A fighter is on another level, and the speed of his moves is much exaggerated than that of a boxer. Maybe seven or eight moves are thrown out in one second, as fast as lightning. So the fight only lasted half a minute, and the two of them could
I have already fought hundreds of moves. This is a pure competition between physical fitness and skills.
Neither side used any secret killing moves or courage.
On the ring, two black whirlwinds ejected irregularly like lightning, as if dark clouds were changing. Occasionally, the iron pillars used as guardrails were blown away, and there were deeply sunk footprints on them.
"Is this a fighter? What an amazing destructive power..."
"This is just a discussion. The two elders above did not go all out. I'm afraid they didn't even show 50% of their strength..."
"Wow, I really don't know what the destructive power of an all-out fighter is like. I really want to see it... but it's a pity..."
"Let's see it! As a bystander in a life-and-death battle between fighters, you are courting death. Ordinary people can't even bear the aftermath! If you see a fighter attacking with all his strength in the future, run away!"
"..."
Everyone in the audience was talking a lot and were quite amazed.
Bang! A loud noise suddenly came from the arena.
The two figures flew out from the middle, spun three or two times in the air, and landed steadily. The line of sight became clear again.
The two people in the ring, who were a little embarrassed in their clothes, were revealed.
One has a dark shoe mark on his abdomen, and the other has a fist mark on his chest. There is a strong collision, no winner or loser.
"In the past four years, you have really made great progress. You are almost as good as me without using your courage and secret skills..."
The white-browed old man's right hand hanging down by his side trembled slightly.
"Red wrist boxing is really powerful, I've learned a lesson."
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
call out!
Suddenly, a figure jumped onto the ring from below.
It was Ugo, the leader of the Evil Eye Fist sect, who planned to act as a referee in this last day's exchange meeting. Of course, it was not to determine the winner or lose, but to stop the fight from getting fierce in time.
Now that the competition between the two people in the ring is over, someone needs to calm down the atmosphere so that both parties can get off the stage after the battle.
After boasting with emotion, Ugo sent away the two elders, Red Wrist Fist and Xuri Fist Seal. He stood at the edge of the ring, looking in the direction of the auditorium of the elders of the genre, waiting for the discussion to continue.
Unexpectedly, a clear and powerful voice came from the disciple auditorium: "Master Ugo, I wonder if I am qualified to participate in the elder-level competition on the last day of the exchange meeting?"
call!
There is no wind and waves, and a powerful momentum rolls and expands.
At the center of the aura, a handsome young man walked step by step from the passage, his eyes as sharp as swords, and his hair scattered and flying.
It's Simone! Simone the thunder dog!
Simone did not wear the combat uniform of Cloud Dog Fist, but a simple windbreaker. The hem swayed, floating like dark clouds.
"伱...Fighter!!!"
On the ring, Ugo's pupils suddenly shrank. As a fighter, he could easily feel the aura emanating from Simeone. Although he was immature, he was at the level of a fighter. It was unique to fighters.
Aura and spirit!
"Simone has broken through to the realm of a fighter?!"
"You have actually crossed the threshold of a boxer!"
"..."
The audience was in an uproar, including the elders of the genre who were also talking about it. Their eyes were constantly cast towards Simone. They were either amazed, admired, shocked, or envious.
At such a young age, he has already reached the level of a fighter.
The future may be limitless.
In the crowd, two complicated eyes looked at Simeone's tall back. One was Moon Fist Shaq, and the other was Death Soul Sword West Germany. From this moment on, the Eastern Three Stars were completely unworthy of their name. Simeone was young.
The first person of a generation!
The gap is getting wider and wider, to the point where it is difficult to catch up.
Fighters, even Shaq and West Germany don't dare to say that they can 100% overcome it. But Simeone has already done it, and he has completely entered the top level.
Faced with Simeone's display of his strength as a fighter, spectators from various genres had different reactions. But Ugo was overjoyed. Wasn't this the big stunt he wanted before?
A contestant from the Eastern Conference breaks through to the realm of a martial artist!
It’s enough to make the entire eastern secret martial arts circle talk about it in the next twenty or thirty years! It’s stable, this time the Evil Eye Fist’s goal of becoming famous is stable! As long as after today, you can contact your contacts in the media, and soon
Just put the news...
Ugo's thoughts were running rapidly, with a smile on his face.
He looked at Simeone from above.
"Of course I'm qualified."
"You have just broken through to the realm of a fighter. Do you want to compete with so many elders? After all, this is a hard-won opportunity to consolidate your realm. So, which elder do you want to challenge?"
Hugo roughly analyzed Simeone's thoughts and said.
"I wonder if Sect Master Ugo would be willing to accompany me for a few tricks..."
Simone raised his head and smiled.
"Challenge me? It's okay. But that's the point. The rules of the competition are that you can't use killing moves and secret techniques. It's best not to use aura, but you can use auxiliary aura..."
Hugo recounted the consensus, then walked to one side of the ring. He watched Simeone jump down to the other side.
"Simone is going to challenge the leader of the Evil Eye Fist! It's interesting..."
"Who do you think can win?"
"Nonsense, it must be Master Ugo. How can a fighter who has just made a breakthrough fight against a formal fighter? There is no comparison between the two..."
"But you can't use secret killer moves in the competition."
"Even if he can't use the secret killer technique, Master Ugo's combat experience and physical training are definitely much better than Simone's."
The discussion in the audience did not stop.
On the ring, the two of them had already assumed their respective stances.
Simone stood with his legs spread apart, his center of gravity lowered, his right arm pulled diagonally forward, and his left hand clasped across his chest. He stared sharply at the opposite side, and his breathing gradually became heavier.
On the other side, Ugo also assumed the starting stance of the Evil Eye Fist. His fists were clenched tightly, and veins were crawling on the back of his hands.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two of them ran out in an instant, their feet suddenly hitting the ground. The entire arena shook, and their figures had already collided with each other.
Bang!
Simeone's tiger claw flew from bottom to top, tearing through the air with a whooshing sound. Ugo's shoulder muscles flicked, and his arm was hammered down like a cannonball.
It collided with the paw prints and made a loud noise.
Simone's palms went numb, but his whole body turned around.
With the power of twisting the body, the left arm swung like a windmill. The speed was fast and fierce, making a whirring sound.
Ugo's movements were extremely fast and his eyes were sharp. He ducked and avoided the range of the swing, and then made another dash.
Taking advantage of Simeone's strength, he hit him with an elbow to the heart. Simeone put his hands in front of his chest, but he was still pushed three to four meters away, and his feet scratched hard on the ground.
It made a very unpleasant, sharp rubber friction sound.
"Your accumulation in the realm of boxers is indeed strong, and it is better than that of ordinary fighters who have just entered the realm. But it is just a little bit. When you reach the level of a fighter, what can really distance you is the accumulation of time and experience.
…”
"Watch it, let me show you my evil eye fist!"
Ugo pressed Simeone's chest with his palm and pushed him back more than ten steps. Then his whole body slumped down like a spring, his legs were bent, and his spine was like a bowstring. He raised his hands to both sides and spread them out.
The knotted muscles bulged and bounced.
"Whoosh!"
A flash of light flashed in Ugo's eyes, and he disappeared in an instant. The next second, he appeared in front of Simeone.
The hands suddenly stretched out, or clenched into fists, or pressed together into palms, or held empty hands into claws. The moves were executed very smoothly, and the connection was flawless. It was so fast that it was dizzying.
Ugo's attack moves instantly enveloped Simone, like a black whirlwind. Simone was unable to parry, at least half of his moves were not blocked, and there was a series of crackling blows coming from his body, like a muffled sound of flesh and skin.
"Can't you hold on anymore? Let's end the discussion here..."
Ugo felt Simeone's reluctance and was about to stop.
"Bang!"
A fist, like an iron rod, was shot out from the violent attack and hit Ugo's chest hard.
Ugo's pupils shrank, and while he was horrified, he felt the danger on the left side. He raised his arms suddenly in that direction.
Bang! A violent side kick as sharp as a battle axe.
Ugo's arms went numb, his feet rubbed on the ground, and he suddenly drifted parallel for more than ten meters. He almost lost his balance.
"you!"
He suddenly turned his head and looked towards Simone.
But I saw a young man with dark eyes expressionlessly unfolding his posture again. It was not Cloud Dog Fist, but an unfamiliar fighting style. If it was Ugo's evil eye fist sect leader fifty years ago,
When you see it, you will definitely scream out in surprise.
"Nandou Red Eagle Fist!!!"
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