In the stepped auditorium, tens of thousands of spectators shouted and stared at the competition going on in the arena.
The person currently dueling on the court was Oleg, the top martial arts champion in the previous competition, and the other was a flaming man with yellow skin and black hair.
Oleg was wearing a fiery red outfit today. At this time, he was standing in the middle of the field with his feet slightly apart. His opponent, who was wearing a black outfit, was attacking him in succession.
He jumped up and used the inertia from his leap to punch Oleg hard on his strong chest muscles. Oleg's huge body did not even sway, but the attacking player in black was knocked back by the shock.
After two steps, the player in black gritted his teeth and rushed forward with a fierce look on his face. He swept his leg hard again, hitting the crook of Oleg's left leg. Oleg's knee bent slightly, and then he kicked again.
Standing straight, the player in black did not believe in evil. He spread his hands to the left and right, and slapped Oleg's waist and ribs hard with two palms.
Oleg smiled and remained motionless, letting the two palms of the player in black slap his waist and ribs firmly, making a dull sound of hitting the flesh.
Oleg stood there like a statue, allowing his opponent to hit him continuously.
However, the player in black never hurt Oleg several times, and even failed to make Oleg take a step back.
This made the player in black lose his temper. He immediately stopped caring about his face. In a flash, he came behind Oleg and punched Oleg hard on the back.
But it still didn't make Oleg move even half a step.
Such a scene made many spectators in the auditorium stand up and shout excitedly.
Some people cheered for the players in black, while others cheered for Oleg.
The atmosphere was warm.
Amidst the enthusiastic shouts, the player in black suddenly jumped up, clamped Oleg's thick waist with his legs, raised his right hand high, and hit Oleg's head with an elbow.
At this moment, Oleg, who had not made a move just now, suddenly grabbed his right hand behind his shoulder as if grabbing a bag, grabbed the player in black on his back, and pulled the player in black to his body with a casual pull.
forward, then raised it high and slapped it hard on the ground...
"Bang..."
A heavy sound sounded, and the hard rammed earth floor was shaken up with a layer of dust flying.
The cheers from the audience suddenly burst out.
For most kung fu fans, as long as they can watch the fierce competition, they are satisfied, but a small number of spectators were silent at this time, and their faces became very ugly.
It seemed like I was seeing the scene again in the last competition, when Oleg swept all the contestants and swept all the Great Yan contestants.
In the first row of the auditorium, Li Zhongwu watched this scene with cold eyes.
Perhaps it was because of the different education he received since he was a child. The history books he had received since childhood clearly stated that the Eight-Power Allied Forces trampled on the land of China, burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil.
Growing up, I watched a lot of movies and TV shows about the evil deeds done by foreigners and Japanese devils to China.
Therefore, deep down, he has a dislike for all foreigners.
And Oleg, the strong man from the Shenfeng Kingdom, with his blond hair and white skin, was no different from the foreign devil in his memory.
Therefore, Li Zhongwu felt very unhappy when he saw Oleg showing off his power on the court.
However, this is a fair game and it is not convenient for him to intervene. He can only sit in the audience and watch helplessly.
On the field, the player in black who was beaten to the ground vomited a mouthful of blood and turned over with difficulty to get up. When Oleg saw this, he laughed, raised his foot and stomped hard on the back of the player in black.
He immediately stomped the player in black, who had just climbed up a little, to the ground.
Another mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.
This scene stimulated many spectators at the scene to scream, shout, and get excited.
Li Zhongwu listened to these cheers and his eyes slowly swept over the excited faces in the audience opposite.
The gap in history and culture obviously makes these viewers completely unaware of the crimes that foreign devils once committed against the Chinese people.
So many viewers don't remember those bloody feuds.
What made him slightly relieved was that there were also some spectators in the auditorium opposite who were watching the game in silence. These spectators did not cheer and their faces were not good-looking.
Oleg won the game. Amid warm applause, he was interviewed by the two hosts for a while, and then returned to the audience with a victorious smile.
"Brother Li, are you sure you can defeat Oleg?"
At this time, Yu Fengying, who was sitting next to Li Zhongwu, quietly came over and asked softly.
Yesterday, she witnessed Li Zhongwu knocking out He Zhihang with one punch. She was very excited at the time, and her confidence in Li Zhongwu immediately increased. She felt that Li Zhongwu had every hope of winning the championship.
But after witnessing Oleg's power, she began to worry whether Li Zhongwu was like the black-clothed player on the field just now, unable to shake Oleg at all?
In fact, the scene of Oleg just standing on the field, motionless, allowing his opponent to attack several times in succession, was so shocking.
Li Zhongwu glanced at her coldly, smiled lightly, and said nothing.
He was thinking at this time: Should he make a movie about the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China? Let the people of this era remember the blood feud between their family and country?
Seeing that he didn't answer, Yu Fengying was silent for two seconds, forced a smile, and said softly: "It's okay even if you can't beat Oleg. If you can't get first, it's good if we get second or third."
Li Zhongwu still didn't speak, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the arena again.
One game after another started and ended.
After an unknown amount of time, another seeded player, Zhu Qihen, came on the stage.
His opponent was a black man over two meters tall.
The black man's skin was so dark that only the whites of his eyes and teeth were white. If he didn't smile, he would be absolutely invisible walking outdoors at night.
When the host called Zhu Qihen's name, Li Zhongwu subconsciously looked at Zhu Qihen carefully.
Compared with the big black man who is more than two meters tall, Zhu Qihen's figure is much more delicate.
But in fact, Zhu Qihen's body shape is considered strong among men in Dayan. Although his appearance is not outstanding, his temperament is very special, and he has a feeling of being as calm as a mountain.
At the beginning of the game, Zhu Qihen took a step forward with his left foot, his body was slightly shorter, and he clenched his fists with both hands, one in front of the other in front of him to protect himself.
He didn't take the initiative to attack, but just looked at the black man opposite him coldly, obviously waiting for the black man to make the first move.
The big black man grinned, showing his white teeth, and then suddenly stepped towards Zhu Qihen with two incredibly long legs.
"Zhu Qihen's Lianshan Shibapao is very famous. In the video information I gave you last night, there are images of him using Lianshan Shibapao to fight against others. Did you watch it?"
Yu Fengying whispered next to Li Zhongwu.
Li Zhongwu didn't look at the images she collected. When he heard this, he just nodded slightly, as if to tell Yu Fengying that he had seen it.
On the field.
Facing the big black man who was charging towards him menacingly, Zhu Qihen suddenly moved and strode towards the big black man who was rushing towards him from the opposite side.
The two of them rushed towards each other without hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them rushed together.
A fierce battle began immediately.
The big black man took advantage of his long arms and legs to constantly use punches and leg sweeps. Because his arms and legs were much longer than Zhu Qihen's, when he used punches and leg sweeps, it was both offensive and defensive.
Because when he was attacking like this, Zhu Qihen could no longer close the distance with him.
His long arms and legs could hit Zhu Qihen, but Zhu Qihen could not hit his body.
but……
However, Zhu Qihen did not take a step back, and the expression on his face did not change. He used a series of elbow strikes with a serious expression.
His elbows were extremely flexible. Every punch thrown by the big black man was hit with his elbows in advance, hitting the black man's arm and deflecting the black man's attack.
Every time the big black man swept his legs, he was knocked away by Zhu Qihen's constantly lifting knees.
When Zhu Qihen used elbow strikes and knee strikes, it was like his body's instinct, flexible and changeable. No matter how the black man attacked, he could block it with elbow strikes and knee strikes in advance.
In just one breath, Zhu Qihen forced himself close to the black man. A dazzling scene appeared. Zhu Qihen's series of elbow strikes were so fast that it was dizzying to watch.
Many spectators in the auditorium were stunned.
A series of elbow strikes so fast that it was almost invisible, struck the black man's waist, abdomen and thighs from all angles.
There was a dull sound of blows, accompanied by the continuous screams of the black man. The black man staggered back continuously. After taking two steps back, he bent down in pain. However, Zhu Qihen seized the opportunity and raised his elbow.
He picked it hard on the chin of the big black man.
Suddenly, the black man, who was more than two meters tall, was raised in the face. Zhu Qihen took advantage of the situation and slammed forward, hitting the black man's chest, knocking him backwards and causing him to fall heavily to the ground.
There were loud cheers from the audience, followed by warm applause.
In the first row of the auditorium, Li Zhongwu watched this scene, squinted his eyes, and turned slightly to look at Yu Fengying beside him, "Is this the Eighteen Breaks of Lianshan?"
Is it just an elbow or a knee to break the mountain?
Yu Fengying was also clapping excitedly at this time. After hearing this, she nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, yes! This is the Lianshan Shibapao. Although this Kung Fu seems to be very simple, Zhu Qihen has been using it for many years.
In Kung Fu, he has defeated countless masters, and what he just used was probably just one or two moves from Lianshan Shibapo. There must be other ways to fight in this Kung Fu. In short, if you fight him later, you must not be cautious.
Look at his Kung Fu, it’s really amazing!”
Is it awesome?
Li Zhongwu frowned and looked at Zhu Qihen, who had already won the game.
Li Zhongwu saw the shadow of Muay Thai from Zhu Qihen's Lianshan Shibabao.
The record of the Muay Thai fighters in the original time and space is indeed very good, and they are said to be undefeated for 500 years.
Muay Thai makes good use of elbows and knees, both elbows and knees, as well as the attack method of double fists and feet, which gives Muay Thai another name - eight-arm boxing.
The eight offensive positions are really hard to guard against.
The tough training methods of Muay Thai fighters since childhood also make each Muay Thai fighter's attack power very good, which can often lead to the phenomenon of easily defeating other Kung Fu masters.
However, Li Zhongwu feels that the actual performance of Muay Thai boxers is largely due to the martial environment in Thailand.
Many poor people have no other means of making a living, so they have to practice Muay Thai assiduously since childhood, and then start participating in brutal boxing matches at a young age to earn money to support their families.
As we all know, when a skill becomes a livelihood skill for countless poor people, it is easy for many masters to emerge.
Zhu Qihen's chain of Eighteen Breaks is very similar to Muay Thai, and Li Zhongwu doesn't find it strange that he can achieve outstanding results.
Li Zhongwu was just a little disappointed.
Because he had heard a lot of rumors about Zhu Qihen before, saying how high his kung fu was and how powerful he was.
After hearing so many rumors like that, Li Zhongwu was looking forward to fighting against this person once and getting addicted to it.
But Zhu Qihen's unparalleled performance just now disappointed Li Zhongwu.
If Zhu Qihen's kung fu was only at this level, he would not be qualified to let Li Zhongwu use three points of his strength.
However, Qian Ye, the Yuyi Sword he had shot before, showed a speed that was as fast as teleportation, which made him look forward to a fight.
…
When another game started, Li Zhongwu suddenly felt his phone vibrating in his trouser pocket.
He frowned and took out his cell phone, only to see a message from Cao Kun.
——"Zhong Wu, let's go to the hospital to see Luo Lin this afternoon! I heard that she was seriously injured yesterday and may not be able to participate in the following games. I have made an agreement with Huo Xinyi and the others to visit her together in the afternoon.
She, do you want to come with us?"
Rowling is seriously injured and cannot participate in subsequent games?
Li Zhongwu was a little surprised.
Because he had seen yesterday that Luo Lin had obviously entered the God-Gathering Realm and was definitely a master. Moreover, she was good at swordsmanship, but yesterday she was competing in unarmed kung fu.
Her swordsmanship has not been shown in this competition yet!
Are you about to retire?
Li Zhongwu felt sorry for her.
Unexpectedly, during yesterday's match, Qian Ye's kick on her abdomen hurt her so badly. Was it because her ability to resist the blow was too poor? Or was Qian Ye's kick too hard?
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Li Zhongwu replied this way.
After a while, Cao Kun replied: "When the game is over, we will go directly to the hospital?"
Li Zhongwu: "Okay."
…
He had just agreed to this, and before his phone was put back into his trouser pocket, Fang Xingtong's message came.
——"I have already got off the plane and just stepped onto the land of Binhai City. I know you are at the competition site. Should I come here to find you now?"
Has she arrived?
Li Zhongwu subconsciously looked at the time on his phone, it was already 10:42 am.
"You go find an inn to settle down first and take a rest! I made an appointment with someone. The competition is over today and I'm going to the hospital to visit a friend. I don't have time to accompany you for the time being."
Binhai Airport exit.
Fang Xingtong, who had a white suitcase at her feet, looked at the message Li Zhongwu had just replied, and the smile on her face suddenly froze.
She had just flown from Tianfu City to Binhai City, and she came here specifically to accompany him. It was such a long distance! He actually didn't allow her to go to Binhai Arena to find him now? Let her find an inn to stay by herself? This is what a person can say
if?
Does he really not want to see me?
At this moment, Fang Xingtong felt a little aggrieved.
Thinking that she is also the daughter of the deputy city lord of Tianfu City, with a respected status, a successful career, and not bad looks. She has already sacrificed her face to pursue him. It doesn't matter if he is not moved, but he still treats her like this?
If it weren't for the seventh princess's will, she would never consider such a man.
"Okay, it's okay. You go about your business. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."
Suppressing the frustration in her heart, she managed a smile and replied to him.