Bai Yufan is so strong! He is so strong. He is much stronger than the one he met during the re-election of the Ancient Martial Arts Federation. He is even stronger than the Bai Yufan he had seen in his heyday before.
!
"This is a pervert."
Zhao Tiezhu walked to Zhao Gangjun and said with a smile, "He spends all his time practicing. This is better than you. People with good talents are not scary. What is scary are often those who have good talents but work harder than you.
, Bai Yufan is considered the leader among them."
"Is he the blood of a lost race?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"No, he is just an ordinary person."
Zhao Tiezhu shook his head with a smile and said, "He just put all his energy into martial arts practice, coupled with a certain amount of talent, he has become what he is now. Son, you have to understand that talent is indeed very good."
It's scary, but what's scarier than talent is a person's will to win and be strong. As long as you have this will, you will definitely succeed."
"Um."
Zhao Gangjun nodded, and then asked, "Then can you beat him?"
"In this world, there is a kind of person who is more terrifying than someone who is talented but works harder than you." Zhao Tiezhu said with a smile.
"who?"
"main character."
Zhao Tiezhu grinned.
Zhao Gangjun curled his lips and said, "Dad, you are naughty."
"Hahaha, the outcome between me and him is not certain, but it will be very difficult for me to kill him, and judging from the current situation, no one here can kill him with 100% certainty." Zhao Tiezhu
said.
Zhao Gangjun nodded. If Bai Yufan could get such a high evaluation from his always shameless father, it was no wonder that Bai Yan dared to be so crazy.
After all, this is still an era of fighting for your father.
Qin Song did not stand up again.
He seemed to have gone into shock, but Bai Yufan did not make a killing move.
Medical staff came on stage and took Qin Song down.
The whole scene was silent.
Whether it’s the audience or the competition personnel.
They were all shocked by Bai Yufan's performance.
You must know that no one who can compete here is a weak opponent. It can even be said that these thirty-two people have represented the pinnacle of martial arts in the world today.
Everyone here is a powerful person, an overlord, and an outstanding person. In their own area, they are often invincible in the world.
However, just such a person was completely tortured by Bai Yufan here.
Even if there is a gap, it's not that big, right?
Could it be that there is some secret operation going on here?
Or is it that Qin Song took advantage and deliberately lost?
However, this is a matter of national honor, how could you lose on purpose?
As Qin Song was carried off the stage, the entire venue slowly erupted with voices of discussion and exclamation.
The other thirty contestants in the competition were all silent.
"Yamamoto-kun, this Bai Yufan is really amazing."
One of the Japanese players, a very thin old man said.
"Um."
The man named Yamamoto-kun nodded. His name is Yamamoto Eikichi. He is the most respected and powerful priest in the shrine. He is over sixty years old. Although his physical abilities in all aspects are declining, he
His strength is still unpredictable, and the man beside him can be said to be a priest in the shrine who is as angry as Yamamoto Eikichi. His name is Qianyehun, and both of them are Onmyoji.
Asami Yuma sat beside the two of them, with a slight smile on her face and said nothing.
Sitting not far from the two of them was a muscular man.
This man wore a pair of sunglasses on his face and looked cool. However, it was easy to see from his slightly furrowed brows that this man was also shocked by Bai Yufan's performance.
Bai Yufan, as the first stop in the opening ceremony, really displayed the momentum of China.
The entire China was boiling in an instant.
Whether on the Internet or through other channels, countless people are impressed by Bai Yufan.
Although this was not what Zhao Gangjun wanted to see, Zhao Gangjun was still a little happy.
Excluding those various reasons, he and Bai Yufan were fighting for China. At least until they faced each other face to face, they were still allies.
Then the remaining thirty people began the drawing ceremony.
The simplest way to draw lots is to use a big box, put your hand in and take out a number, and the one with the same number is your opponent.
People came on stage one after another.
Zhao Gangjun and Zhao Tiezhu came on stage one after another. Zhao Gangjun drew the number 5, while Zhao Tiezhu drew the number 8.
Zhao Gangjun looked at the information displayed on the big screen.
His opponent is...Hannibal from the United States.
Hannibal…
Zhao Gangjun frowned slightly and looked at the man wearing sunglasses.
I met this man Zhao Gangjun once. When I was in the Vatican, I didn't expect that my first opponent would be him. It seemed quite destined.
Zhao Tiezhu's opponent is a player from South Korea. He is said to be the number one player in South Korea. However, Zhao Gangjun is not worried at all. If he can't even hit him with a stick, how can he play with the Baron?
Because Chinese people are the most numerous among the thirty-two people, Chinese people participate in almost more than one-third of the games.
After the first game was over, the third game was a Chinese man beating an Englishman.
Both of them were masters, and the fight was lively. In the end, the Englishman won with a slight advantage.
The fourth game also featured Chinese people, but this time the master who was said to be from Mount Wutai defeated a Jiu-Jitsu master from Brazil, giving the Chinese people a second chance.
Game 5 is coming soon.
Zhao Gangjun simply moved his hands and feet and then went on stage.
Hannibal, wearing sunglasses, also stepped onto the stage.
"Wearing sunglasses indoors is a bit pretentious."
Zhao Gangjun said with a smile.
Hannibal's face was expressionless, he still wore sunglasses, and he didn't speak.
Looking at Hannibal's appearance, although Zhao Gangrong seemed indifferent on his face, he was alert in his heart.
This Hannibal was just an average master when he first met him, but now he is able to represent the United States in this martial arts competition. That must be more than what he was when he first met him.
Following the abbot's order.
Game start.
Zhao Gangjun was not in a hurry to attack.
Because he couldn't figure out the other party's details, Zhao Gangjun just stood there and didn't move.
Hannibal acted first.
He took long strides and rushed towards Zhao Gangjun.
At this moment, the whole venue seemed to be shaken by an earthquake.
That hard ground actually had a footprint left by Hannibal's kick!
There are cracks all over the ground next to the footprints!
How much strength does this...have to make a footprint with every step?
Zhao Gangjun frowned slightly.
call!
Hannibal let out a breath of filthy air, and when he rushed in front of Zhao Gangjun, he jumped up high and raised his fist.
Squeak!
Zhao Gangjun vaguely heard the sound of a motor turning.
Super soldier!
as expected!
Zhao Gangjun's eyes lit up slightly and he raised one hand.
boom!
A dull sound came from the hands of Zhao Gangjun and Hannibal.
Hannibal's arm pressed tightly against Zhao Gangjun's arm.
The arms of the two people were actually deadlocked!
In other words, the strength of the two is almost the same!
Zhao Gangjun frowned slightly. This Hannibal's arm was very hard. Although he could not feel any inner energy, it did not affect the power of Hannibal's arm at all. And his own inner energy entered Hannibal's arm, as if
Like a stone sinking into the sea.
This entire arm should be a robotic arm!
Squeak!
Zhao Gangjun suddenly heard the sound of the motor ringing again.
An even greater power suddenly came from Hannibal's hand!
Zhao Gangjun's hand was pressed in the direction of his body.
Turbocharged?
The corner of Zhao Gangjun's mouth cracked slightly, he pulled back his heels, and his whole body suddenly twisted like a rubber band.
call out.
Hannibal's hand was removed by Zhao Gangjun's, passed by Zhao Gangjun's body, and hit the ground heavily.
The force of this punch was so great that it made a big hole in the entire ground.
Zhao Gangjun stretched out his hand, grabbed Hannibal's shoulder, and then pulled him down.
Hannibal's body hit the ground uncontrollably, and Zhao Gangjun raised his palm and slashed Hannibal's neck.
If it were flesh, this palm could definitely knock someone unconscious.
However, when Zhao Gangjun applied his palm, he heard a clang.
Has the neck been modified as well?
Zhao Gang was slightly shocked, but he saw Hannibal suddenly turned around and punched his chin.
Zhao Gangjun's feet moved slightly, his whole body bounced up, and then he pressed his hands on Hannibal's hands and exerted a slight force.
Zhao Gangjun seemed to have no weight at all and flew directly up, then landed on the ground a few meters away.
This effortless move made everyone present feel their hearts skip a beat.
This alone is enough to show that Zhao Gangjun's current skill is definitely very high.
"Come."
Zhao Gangjun stretched out his hand, extended his finger to Hannibal, and hooked him.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Hannibal's mouth. He moved his hands and rushed towards Zhao Gangjun with long strides. However, his head actually lowered, as if he wanted to use his head to hit Zhao Gangjun!
Zhao Gangjun moved his feet slightly forward, stretched his hands forward and opened them, and made a Tai Chi starting pose.
The next second, Hannibal rushed in front of Zhao Gangjun like an angry bull.
Zhao Gangjun drew a circle with both hands. When the two semicircles were connected to form a circle, Hannibal's head happened to rush into the center of the circle.
Zhao Gangjun's hand suddenly pressed down on Hannibal's head, and then rubbed it hard!
call!
A cyclone suddenly rose up, and Hannibal's whole body was spun into the air by Zhao Gangjun!