On the ring, Kesar's tall figure looked around at everyone, leaving the whole place in silence.
Yan Songshan, the master of the Golden Blade Martial Arts Hall, looked very ugly at this time. This time, his most valued disciple Zhu Renliang had been defeated by the opponent, and was unable to cause substantial damage to the opponent. The remaining two contestants, and
Who can beat this white guy?
The remaining disciple of his? Or the fighter from Xiaolin Martial Arts School?
It seems that he has no hope of defeating the opponent. If he is defeated by the opponent for four consecutive times, it will have a huge blow to the reputation of the three major martial arts schools.
A random young fighter is already so strong. Is there still a way out for China's traditional martial arts?
"What's going on with this man? Why do the attacks on him have no effect?"
"Has he already reached Henglian? But it doesn't seem like it. Henglian circulates Qi and blood, and there will be obvious abnormalities on the body surface, but this person does not."
"In the Xiangjin stage, is the gap in strength so big? Two top martial arts disciples were defeated so easily."
"This is the Western Fighter. The West is not only ahead of us in technology, but also in individual strength. When the Qian Dynasty dominated China, the Seven-Colored Army had many capable people. Were they not defeated by the firearms and gladiator troops of the Six Nations?
Being defeated and forced to humiliate and compromise again and again?"
After a long while, there was a burst of discussion among the silent people, but the content of the discussion inevitably revealed a sense of frustration.
That is a kind of despair for Chinese martial arts and culture.
In a hundred years of chaos, China has lost not only the victory of wars, but most importantly, the people have lost confidence in their own nation and culture. This deep-seated inferiority may not be easily eliminated even after a hundred years.
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This is the most terrifying thing.
We are not afraid of losing ground, but we are afraid of losing our soul!
"You can't win. Western secret medicine fighters. Although their skills are far behind the Chinese martial arts that have been passed down for thousands of years, the physical improvement brought by the secret medicine is so great that it has exceeded this level."
The upper limit of his skills, not to mention that this person's enhancement ability is very rare and powerful. Even in the entire Shenzhou Xiangjin stage, he can still be ranked high. It is impossible for the small Tianhai Mansion to have his opponent."
Chu Jiaxuan took a deep breath and looked at Kesar, who was standing on the ring and looking down at everyone. She felt an indescribable feeling of powerlessness in her heart.
"After tonight, I'm afraid the situation in Tianhai Mansion will undergo some big changes..."
Ma Maocheng whispered.
At this time, Zhao Xuanqi and Shen Shuqiang, another competitor from the Golden Blade Martial Arts Hall, were standing in the waiting area. Shen Shuqiang saw Zhu Renliang was knocked off the ring with a blow and his arm was twisted, and his face was very ugly.
Even Zhu Renliang can't deal with him. If he were to play, the situation might be even worse.
Unknowingly, through the first two games, Kesar's terror had already formed a certain shadow in his heart.
How to kill the enemy when the vitality has been lost?
On the other side, Zhao Xuanqi narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the two battles just now.
Super strength and explosiveness, a body with almost no weaknesses, and extremely strong physical fitness and endurance.
This person's secret medicine strengthening ability is probably closely related to his muscles.
This kind of opponent is indeed very difficult to deal with. At least the methods he used to deal with Zhou Ze may not be effective against this person.
The surrounding discussions reached his ears, the sighs, the frustration with China's martial arts, the increasingly suppressed and helpless anger...
Zhao Xuanqi's spirit was obviously extremely calm, but for some reason, the blood in this body was slowly boiling. It seemed that something imprinted in the blood was slowly reviving and burning, wanting to resist and roar.
"Is it Zhao Qi's influence again?"
Zhao Xuanqi frowned slightly, but he did not resist the feeling of blood boiling. Instead, he relaxed and accepted the impulse.
A warrior is nourished by the breath in his chest.
The ambition to pursue the limit, the arrogance of being independent from the world, the courage that no one can defeat, the backbone that would rather die than surrender, the chivalrous spirit of facing injustice on the road, the courage to be the first...
Only with gushing blood can you conquer the mountains and rivers!
In the previous life of Blue Star, his pursuit was only to reach the realm in martial arts legends, but in this life, Zhao Qi's body and experience, as well as the unique history of this land, made him feel something different.
He enjoys the trembling of burning blood. Only in that trembling can he feel the meaning of his life more clearly.
At this moment, Kesar on the stage looked around and rested on Zhao Xuanqi and Shen Shuqiang, with an expression of disdain and contempt on his face.
At this moment, the suppressed things in Zhao Qi's blood seemed to be completely stimulated, surging like a volcano erupting, making Zhao Xuanqi's spirit tremble slightly.
This is a feeling comparable to the blessing of adrenaline, and a desire comparable to the desire to eat.
"This feeling is a bit interesting. My body seems a little impatient, right?"
Zhao Xuanqi whispered to himself.
"You two, let's continue drawing lots."
On the other side, Yan Songshan took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and said to Weng Xiaolin and Dong Wenhui.
No matter what, this competition has to go on. Maybe at the end of the battle, Kesar's physical fitness will decline, and there will be a chance?
However, just as the three of them were about to draw lots again, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.
Weng Xiaolin took a closer look and realized it was Zhao Qi.
At this time, Zhao Xuanqi slightly cupped his fists and bowed to Weng Xiaolin and the other two masters, and at the same time said: "Master, the two masters, and the disciples are requesting to fight."
As soon as he said this, not only the three museum owners heard it, but also Director Pete and other guests on the side heard Zhao Xuanqi's words.
Suddenly the scene fell silent.
Yuan Mingfeng and Zhu Renliang were defeated miserably one after another, and everyone no longer had much confidence in this competition. However, at this time, the seemingly inconspicuous representative of Xiaolin Martial Arts School actually stepped forward to ask for a fight.
Yan Songshan and Dong Wenhui also looked a little stunned, but Weng Xiaolin, who was sitting next to him, had a gleam in his eyes.
He had a certain understanding of Zhao Xuanqi's strength, but judging from the battle with Zhou Ze alone, Zhao Xuanqi did not have the strength to defeat Kesar.
However, judging from his understanding of Zhao Xuanqi, this young guy is not a simple-minded person. On the contrary, he is the best at hiding. No one knows who he was in the battle with Zhou Ze.
It's not like there's something hidden that's not being used.
Now that he can take the initiative to stand up and ask for a fight, maybe there are some solutions.