As for the disciples of the Wolf King Martial Arts School, who had always had trouble dealing with the Tianwu Boxing Gym, when they saw this scene, they were all downcast and disgraced.
I was originally hoping to compete with Tianwu Boxing Gym in this "Southwestern Martial Arts Conference"!
Unexpectedly, the master fainted in the toilet for no reason at first, and his favorite old walnut was cruelly stuffed into that place by the gangster. Now, the "Blood Wolf" senior brother who had high hopes obviously had no chance to win the championship.
Fu Yang looked around, smiled and said loudly: "Now, you won't say that there is a shady story anymore, right? You won't say that I and those people just acted in a show, right?"
The audience around him laughed awkwardly.
Some of Fu Yang's admirers shouted loudly: "In this martial arts conference, the person chosen is no longer a warrior, but a martial god! Grandmaster Fu, I believe you will be our last martial god."
God of War!?
As this very awesome-sounding title was shouted out by someone, the entire martial arts conference venue became even more excited!
God of War...
This title simply makes every martial arts practitioner and every contestant feel excited!
Fu Yang seemed very calm - "Martial God" or "Martial God" is just a title given by some ordinary people. For powerful practitioners like them, it sounds like they only think it's fun, like children playing house.
But there was no need for him to expose it. After all, it sounded quite interesting!
But the host of the conference got excited and shouted at the top of his lungs: "That's right! This Southwest Martial Arts Conference is making history. One after another, eye-catching martial artists are as bright as stars. So I also think,
The champion of this year will be called the God of War."
"For the title of God of War, all young martial artists, continue fighting! Burn your blood."
So, the competition continued...
Of course, Fu Yang had successfully advanced to the finals, so he temporarily returned to the audience, sitting next to Dong Tianwu and Li Ruoxi, accompanying them.
Of course, Wei Ke was actually standing behind him - at this time, he stretched out his white and soft jade arms and wrapped them around his neck. He gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek as a reward.
Fu Yang smiled stupidly, and then said as if he was taking credit: "Father-in-law and mother-in-law, do you think my son-in-law's performance is not bad?"
Li Ruoxi patted Fu Yang's shoulder gently: "Of course! Thank you for your hard work, Fu Yang."
Dong Tianwu also nodded at this time: "Well, not bad."
Only Mr. Xiong, the fat cat, looked very unhappy... Then Fu Yang found him, picked him up and held him in his arms, kneading and squeezing him.
Because of Fu Yang's shocking performance just now, some of the subsequent martial arts competitions seemed to be overshadowed. Even the battles between master-level martial artists could not arouse the enthusiasm of the audience...
Until Lin Wushuang appeared!
Although Fu Yang's shocking martial arts just now was shocking, the "Lion's Roar Kung Fu" performed by Lin Wushuang before was also a legendary magical kung fu in the martial arts world!
Ordinary martial artists can't tell the difference - anyway, to them, it's the same as watching special effects in a movie.
Lin Wushuang naturally has a group of admirers.
When he appeared on the stage, the audience was excited again, and many people shouted his name, hoping to witness a wonderful and passionate competition.
"Well, let's see how this lucky little guy does."
Fu Yang crossed his arms, condescendingly, with a smile on his lips - like a superior person looking at a junior whom he admired very much.
Whoosh!
Lin Wushuang's eyes first looked at Fu Yang's position in the audience the moment he stepped onto the ring.
As one of the two most popular martial artists in the Southwest Martial Arts Conference, his action certainly attracted the attention of the conference host and many viewers.
"Friends in the audience, have you noticed? The moment Grandmaster Lin took the stage, the only thing in his eyes was Grandmaster Fu Yang! Those provocative eyes were full of indomitable and sharp self-confidence. In other words, in his eyes
There are no other contestants at all. Although as the host, I cannot be too biased. But I still want to say that maybe the title of Martial God, the champion of the final martial arts tournament, will only come between Grandmaster Lin and Grandmaster Fu."
What he said was so inflammatory!
The entire audience in the venue immediately divided into two groups, supporting Lin Wushuang and Fu Yang respectively, and started arguing loudly.
"Zongshi Fu has incredible magical skills and is invincible in the world! Just looking at the power of that palm, you can tell that he has pushed the power of martial arts to a whole new level. He is not the God of Martial Arts, who is the God of Martial Arts?"
"Nonsense! Grandmaster Lin practices the legendary Lion's Roar Kung Fu, which is also unheard of through sonic attacks. The miraculous martial arts skills are unparalleled in the world! He is definitely a strong competitor for Grandmaster Fu to win the title of Martial God."
"The lion's roar skill is powerful, but can it blast the entire reinforced concrete arena into rubbish at once? No way!"
"Hahaha... Grandmaster Fu's move of stomping his feet to shatter the ring during the audition seems not as good as Grandmaster Lin's Lion Roar Kung Fu, right? How do you know that Grandmaster Lin won't have a stronger kung fu later?"
All in all, the entire venue was noisy.
This time, the Southwest Martial Arts Conference almost turned into a show for Fu Yang and Lin Wushuang in the end. Almost all other martial artists were reduced to foils...
The core of everyone's debate is only one: who will be the final champion?
Who is the God of War!?
However, only those involved, Fu Yang and Lin Wushuang, knew that that look was not a provocation at all.
Fu Yang even scratched his head in confusion, thinking to himself: "What did that little guy mean when he looked at me just now? Why did he feel... like when I met a puppy begging for food when I was walking on the roadside? It seemed like he wanted to follow me.
It’s like I’m going home.”
Maybe I'm overthinking it?
Fu Yang didn't pay much attention and continued to watch the martial arts competition with his wife and father-in-law.
Lin Wushuang stood on the ring. He thought for a while, then imitated Fu Yang's actions just now, and said to his four teammates: "Just watch from the side, let me do it."
this……
His teammates hesitated for a moment, but they all nodded, feeling a little bitter in their hearts - they are all talented and have worked hard to practice martial arts. They thought they had achieved something, but they didn't expect that they would completely become successful in the martial arts conference.
A prop for others to show off!
No one else would be happy...
Among the five people on the other side, one whose kung fu had reached the peak of a martial arts master was very unhappy.
"Lin, we don't believe it. You can still be as strong as that ghost-like Fu Yang. There are no such coincidences in the world, right?"
Lin Wushuang said in a very soft voice: "Yes, how can I compare to Grandmaster Fu with my meager skills? Just... let me give you an example. For those of you with only a combat power of five, your opponent
Whether the combat power is 10,000 or 100, there is actually not much difference."