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Chapter 1971 The power of a stomping

After all, the two sides are really not on the same level. It is impossible for Ye Lang to figure out Fu Yang's identity.

This is like "summer insects cannot speak of ice." How can ants on the ground understand the levels of dragons in the sky!?

In fact, at this time, Fu Yang had been communicating with Wei Ke through sound transmission. He knew that this guy named Ye Lang was also an extremely powerful martial arts master - he might have reached the pinnacle of martial arts masters and was about to become a martial arts grand master.

realm!

Moreover, Ye Lang has been competing with Dong Tianwu since he was young. His Wolf King Martial Arts School is also at odds with Tianwu Boxing Gym, and they compete secretly, so they are almost equal.

Just as Fu Yang was about to taunt him a few more words, a voice resounded through the radio throughout the Olympic Sports Center...

"Dear fellow martial arts practitioners, the 32nd Southwest Martial Arts Conference has officially begun! First, there is the audition. I believe everyone already knows the rules. The martial arts athletes on the ten stages will fight each other with no time limit. Finally,

The ten who are still standing in the ring without falling will be shortlisted."

"So, now, all participating martial arts athletes are invited to enter, and the battle will officially begin!!!"

good!!!

Let the war begin!

The audience in the auditorium all cheered in unison. The once-a-decade grand event in the southwest martial arts world has begun. But no one expected that a fairy who does not belong to their circle would also mix in "boringly" this time.

.

Fu Yang followed the crowd onto stage nine, and the game officially began!

Hundreds of people in each arena began a passionate battle of martial arts...

A muscular man standing two meters tall next to him immediately set his sights on Fu Yang and thought to himself: "This guy looks so weak, and he was so close to me. He just kicked him off the ring."

.Hehehehe. Exciting and exciting!”

Thinking like this, he kicked Fu Yang directly...

boom!!!

A solid kick.

The muscular man grinned: "Haha! Fly out, you weakling. Uh...it doesn't seem right."

He was stunned for a moment.

Because he kicked Fu Yang on the arm with almost all his strength, and the opponent didn't move at all - not even a tremor at all.

The muscular man's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen him before: "How is that possible? Does he practice hard qigong? But he looks too thin."

Fu Yang tilted his head and glanced at him: "Sorry, the fight has already started? I was just thinking about something and was a little distracted. So, let's start..."

As soon as the last word "ba" came out of his mouth, the muscular man felt like he was flying.

My mind is blank!

He didn't even know how Fu Yang took action. Anyway, he just flew up - like flying in the clouds and flying towards the back...

It was like a cannonball, bang bang bang, knocking many other contestants along the way to the ground.

A straight passage appeared in front of Fu Yang - because all the people in the straight line were knocked down by the muscular man thrown by Fu Yang, holding their hands at different parts and making wailing sounds.

As for the hard-working muscular man who was regarded as a "cannonball" by Fu Yang, he flew out of the ring and fell into a dog-eat-dog position. He was in a state of embarrassment.

Fu Yang's move immediately shocked the martial artists on stage nine.

A series of dagger-like gazes looked at him.

"Uh... Why do everyone look at me? I know I'm too powerful compared to you. But you don't have to look at me with such admiration, right? Haha! It's not too late to wait until I win the championship. Wow

Kaka!”

This guy was like a middle-aged boy, with his hands on his hips and his head thrown back in laughter.

Very pretentious and deserves a beating.

real.

"Damn it! This guy is so awesome. Let's go together and deal with him first."

"That's right! As the saying goes, if a tree is as beautiful as a tree in the forest, the wind will destroy it. Let's get rid of the first bird first, and everyone behind will take care of it."

"Yes! Let's go together."

There are some more insidious guys trying their best to instigate everyone.

After all, this audition melee requires not only strength but also strategy. As a true martial artist, not a showy liar. Not only must you have good kung fu, but you must also have a good mind. You must know how to hide your clumsiness and how to size up the situation.

Therefore, even if some contestants are strong, they will choose a more conservative combat strategy and hide themselves when they first start the audition...

Fu Yang, they all think it's a bit too high-profile! So, we have to attack him in groups.

In the audience, Ye Lang had been paying attention to the No. 7 arena just now. Because his own proud disciple, Ye Qiang, nicknamed "Blood Wolf", was on the No. 7 arena. He was now playing steadily and getting better.

That's why I didn't see Fu Yang throw the muscular man just now. Now I just thought he was too arrogant and attracted the siege from others.

There was a mocking smile on Ye Lang's lips, and he turned to look at Dong Tianwu: "Hey, Dong Tianwu. It seems that your cheap son-in-law is going to be besieged? No matter how powerful he is, he can't withstand the siege of hundreds of people, right? More

Besides, there might be some powerful person hidden inside."

If Aaron faced this situation, Dong Tianwu and his wife would probably be very nervous and worried. Unfortunately, this is Fu Yang...

So before Dong Tianwu could speak, Li Ruoxi snorted coldly: "Master Ye is quite good at talking. How about my son-in-law? Let's take a look first."

So, everyone's eyes turned to Arena No. 9...

Hundreds of martial artists gathered together and attacked Fu Yang! They planned to "punch the first bird" and kill this powerful guy first.

hehe……

Fu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and revealed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he raised his foot and stepped hard on the ring floor!

Boom!!!

It was as if a bolt of thunder struck the No. 9 ring, and as if someone threw a bomb onto the ring.

All in all, a deafening sound burst out. Along with it, a large sunken pit appeared on the floor of the arena under Fu Yang's feet - at least more than a foot in diameter! It was funnel-shaped and the ring shattered.

The cement floor with a radius of about ten meters seemed to have turned into undulating waves, containing powerful dark energy that spread in all directions.

The dozen or so people who rushed to the front and were relatively close to Fu Yang immediately felt as if they were in a rough sea - the ground shook and shook, and they were knocked to the ground.

The terrifying shock wave continued to spread along the ground, and seven or eight more people fell to the ground!

As soon as Fu Yang stepped on his foot, terrifying power spread in all directions along the shattered arena floor. Anyone who came into contact felt as if the soles of their feet were about to be shattered. Everything below the calf was paralyzed, and they could no longer stand firm.

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