Chapter 112 The wishful thinking has come to nothing
Overseas island, the second day of the international competition.
Nagarjuna was still the first to start the challenge, sending out only one disciple each time, and won three consecutive games in a devastating manner.
The ranking of the Brahma Kingdom has risen by leaps and bounds, and its strong strength has truly shocked representatives from many countries.
Of course, this premise is that Nagarjuna Bodhisattva has given up on military representatives. Nagarjuna does not have any hope for his own military representatives.
In addition, Thai non-governmental representatives are also constantly challenging.
Muay Thai is fierce and fierce, and he has defeated his opponents one after another, and his ranking has been rapidly improved.
This was the first time for Dongfang Yan to see such a Muay Thai master with his own eyes. He was more fierce and ruthless than the showy Muay Thai fighters in movies and TV shows.
He commented pertinently: "For ordinary people, Muay Thai is indeed very lethal, but..."
"It's just that it's still too difficult to get a high ranking. No matter how strong your body is, it's just external skills."
Xu Zhiqing took over the conversation in a soft voice and added explanations. The other disciples from various sects nodded in agreement.
Chen Changming could naturally hear the confidence in these young people's words, and reminded with a smile: "You have to see the strengths of others. Judging from the current situation, we will soon begin to accept the challenge. The next step will be up to you."
On the third day of the challenge, the representative of the Brahma Kingdom has unsurprisingly entered the top ten in the rankings again.
Nagarjuna was proud and confident, and began to challenge the ranking of the United States.
The civilian representatives of the United States are all as strong as tigers. They are all top fighting masters recruited from various states, and then specially trained by elites in the military for a long time.
The first person to fight against a disciple of Nagarjuna was a muscular young black man named Bieber.
As soon as the two of them fought, Nagarjuna's expression changed in the audience and he exclaimed: "We are evenly matched, how is that possible?"
Nagarjuna Bodhisattva said in disbelief: "He has not practiced any breathing skills. His physical reaction speed and defense are obviously super high. This is... genetic medicine."
On the other side, representatives of Yan and Huang were not far away, and Chen Changming heard the surprised voice of Nagarjuna Bodhisattva.
He couldn't help sighing and sighing: "Unexpectedly, the United States has also prepared genetic drugs for non-military representatives. Nagarjuna's plan will probably come to nothing."
In the ring, Nagarjuna's disciple immediately noticed something unusual after the fight. He instinctively retreated quickly and was punched on the shoulder by his opponent. Fortunately, it didn't hit him hard.
He heard what his master said in the audience, that the genetic medicine the other party took had a time limit, so he immediately changed his strategy and stopped attacking blindly, and started to be cautious.
Western fighting generally involves routine attacks, and the moves are not as complex and sophisticated as ancient martial arts.
He found the flaw in his opponent's attack and leaned forward, using the binding technique in yoga to tightly lock his opponent's hands and feet.
"Well done!" Nagarjuna Bodhisattva praised loudly when he saw his disciple's strategy.
"Hey, Bieber, come on, break away and knock that little guy down."
"Come on, are you in a relationship with your rival? Bieber, don't let them underestimate you."
The blood vessels on Bieber's dark skin bulged like a horned dragon. While he tried his best to break away from his opponent, he hit his opponent's armpit hard with his elbow.
Unexpectedly, the other party grabbed his hand and pulled it outward. At the same time, his feet were wrapped around him again, locking him tightly again.
"Oh, come on, Bieber, can't you stay away from that damn little guy?"
The representatives from the United States were very upset and once again exclaimed in the audience.
Bieber's hands and feet were once again locked by his opponent, and he felt like they were about to be strangled. He could only resist with all his strength and struggled to break free.
This picture looks so familiar, it’s a complete replica of just now.
In the following games, Bieber struggled to break away time and time again, took the opportunity to counterattack once or twice, and was immediately locked up again.
The two fought endlessly and entered an endless loop.
The companions in the audience, and the spectators from all over the world, all quietly watched the fight on the stage.
Apart from the occasional exclamations and encouragements, there was only the dull sound of the two people on the stage colliding with each other.
For Bieber, seconds seemed like years. His dark skin was covered with sweat, and he was panting like an ox from his constant struggling.
I don't know how much time passed, but Bieber felt that his eyes were starting to blur.
The strength in his body became weaker and weaker, and his hands, feet and neck that were strangled by his opponent no longer had the slightest strength to resist or break free.
I had a vague feeling in my heart that I was about to be torn apart, so I panicked and patted the shoulders of the ring and my opponent.
Bieber finally gave up and chose to admit defeat.
"Yeah, junior brother won, well done!"
Nagarjuna's disciples cheered happily, but he himself was not happy.
The disciples on the stage were also at the end of their strength and had no strength to fight anymore.
While Nagarjuna Bodhisattva was worried, his disciples had already come to the stage to pick up his disciple and happily threw him in the air to celebrate.
Nagarjuna Bodhisattva's face was gloomy and he shouted in a deep voice: "Old Jiu, you have to be careful in the second game."
A disciple with a slightly fair complexion on the stage replied loudly: "Yes, Master, don't worry, this disciple will not be defeated."
After Lao Jiu finished speaking, he waited on the ring and asked other junior brothers to help the winning junior brother off the stage.
Across the ring came a well-proportioned white man in his mid-twenties named John.
He faced Nagarjuna's nine disciples, clenched his fist and tapped his thumb twice, and said contemptuously: "Hey, little man, I won't let you stick to me like Bieber."
After saying that, he opened his fist and raised his palm upward, and gently hooked his hand provocatively.
Lao Jiu turned a blind eye to the provocation. After seeing the opponent's hook, he quickly stepped forward to approach his opponent and kicked him, but his opponent quickly dodged it.
It can be seen from John's body shape that he is agile and completely different from the previous black Bieber.
However, John still underestimated Nagarjuna's disciples.
The two of them fought fast, back and forth, and in just three minutes, they fought no less than a hundred times.
Laojiu has an obvious advantage, hitting his opponents far more times than being hit.
"John, fight like a man and stop playing hide and seek with your opponent."
"Your speed is not as good as your opponent's, but your defense is stronger than your opponent's. What are you afraid of?"
When John heard the shouts of his companions, he sneered in his heart: It's enough not to let his opponents pester him. Why should he compete with his opponents in speed? It's so stupid.
When Lao Jiu saw that the opponent stopped dodging, he clenched his fist and punched the opponent's ribs.
Unexpectedly, the opponent would not defend himself at all, and while holding his chest high, he would hit him with a heavy punch in the heart.
While Lao Jiu raised his left arm to block, he kicked his opponent's left foot horizontally, causing John to become unstable and fall to the ground.
Lao Jiu leaned over and pressed forward, launching the cross binding technique to lock his opponent firmly.
"Oh my God, John you idiot!"
The familiar scene appeared again, and John's companions opened their eyes wide and exclaimed, unable to believe their eyes.
The close fight from the previous game was repeated.
The difference is that Lao Jiu's left arm was hit hard when he was blocking in front and could not use his full strength, so the restraint technique was no longer flawless.
The number of times John broke away increased a lot, and the two of them were struggling to support themselves by exchanging injuries for injuries.
John's power was not due to self-cultivation. As time went by, the efficacy of the medicine gradually declined until it disappeared. In the end, he was defeated by Lao Jiu.
Nagarjuna's face was gloomy and he gritted his teeth: "It's unreasonable. Even the representatives of the people are equipped with genetic drugs. The ambitions of the United States are not small. If this happens, our plan will probably fail."
The disciple next to him heard this and asked solemnly: "Master, what should we do next?"
Nagarjuna Bodhisattva had a serious expression and said in a deep voice: "Next, Lao Ba, no matter how the situation changes, you can't give up the challenge. You must win."