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Chapter 1987 Please accept the disciples!

"However, I still don't believe it! Can't I really defeat you without using magic?"

Fu Yang snorted coldly and stopped pursuing.

He took a deep breath and stopped.

Lin Wushuang was already sweating profusely, and his whole body was soaked - sweat was dripping from the roots of his hair! It was as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Huchihuchi...

Lin Wushuang panted heavily, resting his hands on his knees and looking sharply.

Fu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and then... all the strength in his body burst out and concentrated on his legs. His whole body was like a mad elephant!

Oh no, elephant is not enough to describe it.

I'm afraid, it's more like a crazy overlord dinosaur! It's running crazily throughout the arena.

Every step is very heavy. With every step, the entire huge arena is shaking slightly, as if some powerful force is forcibly transmitted into the ground...

What's going on? What is Grandmaster Fu doing?

The audience was shocked.

Although Lin Wushuang felt uneasy and palpitated, a smile showed on his face that he had everything under control - as if he had already won?!

"Little guy, look at this move of mine. How are you going to dodge it!"

Fu Yang laughed, then used all his strength to jump up and stamp on the ground.

Rumble, rumble...

It was like thunder rolling over, or an earthquake. The entire arena was shaken violently by Fu Yang, and then, one after another huge rocks were directly shaken!

The scene was very spectacular, even more shocking than when Lin Wushuang used the "Bagua Splitting Wind Palm Sword" to cut three thick stone pillars from the ring!

Almost in the entire arena, covering an area of ​​several hundred square meters, there was no place where the ground was any better. Huge rocks were all shaken out by Fu Yang...

"Oh my god! This, this is too scary? Grandmaster Fu's methods have simply gone beyond the scope of martial arts. I think this is a magical spell, right?"

"That's right! Or is it a super power? Oh my God! It's more exciting than Hollywood's science fiction blockbusters and superhero blockbusters. It's just like the special effects."

"You know nothing! This is neither magical magic nor super power. This is martial arts - it is just the ultimate kung fu that has reached its peak."

"That's right! This should be based on the same principle as Grandmaster Lin's use of the Bagua Splitting Wind Palm Sword just now. First, he uses powerful force to blast the stones on the ground to create cracks. Then he uses the concussive force to break away the stones... only

However, Grandmaster Fu’s power is indeed far higher than Grandmaster Lin.”

Amid the surprise and admiration of the audience, Fu Yang quickly shuttled back and forth, grabbing back and forth with his hands, condensing all the large rocks back together.

In the end... these stones were forcibly condensed and squeezed into an incredibly large world.

He raised his hands so hard above his head that even his own breathing became heavy.

Lift dozens of tons of stone balls!

It was absolutely shocking and once again detonated the entire venue.

If they knew that Fu Yang could use his true power to push a cruise ship with a force of several hundred tons, they would probably faint from shock, right?

"Little guy, this arena has been almost destroyed by me. If such a big stone ball is thrown at any position you are at, it will be an almost indiscriminate covering attack. How are you going to hide?!"

Fu Yang was very proud.

The entire venue was silent at this time, and there was silence.

Needless to say, the competition has reached this point.

Facing such a scene, all fools know that in the finals of this martial arts competition - the battle for the God of Martial Arts, the winner is Fu Yang!

No human being can survive the bombardment of such a large stone ball weighing dozens of tons lifted high into the air.

Fu Yang held the stone ball high, with a pretentious smile on his face, looking at Lin Wushuang...

And the next moment, the other party did give him the possibility to show off even more.

thump!!!

Lin Wushuang knelt down directly in front of Fu Yang and shouted in a voice that everyone could hear: "Master is here, please bow to me as a disciple!"

ha?

Fu Yang was a little confused and shocked: "You, what are you doing?"

Lin Wushuang raised his head with a serious expression: "Didn't we agree before the competition? If I can catch you one hundred moves with one hand, then you will accept me as your disciple. Master, this huge stone ball you are holding high in your hand,

It should be exactly one hundred moves. And..."

Lin Wushuang hesitated for a moment, and then said it - just in a very small voice that only the two of them could hear.

He said: "And Master... you just promised to fight me a hundred moves with one hand. What now? You are holding the ball with both hands."

Huh? What?

Fu Yang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Damn! I'm so busy showing off and competing, I actually forgot to mention that it was a one-handed fight."

Lin Wushuang did not forget to make up for it silently: "Yes... and when I used the Bagua Splitting Wind Palm Knife to cut three stone awls just now, Master, you used both hands. The second stone awl was torn open by your hands.

"

this……

Fu Yang's expression was extremely awkward. He didn't even bother about Lin Wushuang "forcibly" calling him master.

But Lin Wushuang ignored him and continued to kowtow and shouted in a louder voice: "Master, please bow to me as a disciple!!!"

It was only then that the martial arts conference venue, which had been so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, suddenly erupted with a loud sound.

What shocked them was Lin Wushuang's performance!

All the previous competitions may not be as shocking as this scene...

Fu Yang stood with his hands holding the stone ball high, while Lin Wushuang knelt on the ground respectfully and paid homage to his master.

In the distance, in the auditorium.

Wei Ke and Mr. Xiong are chatting.

"Damn fat cat, what do you think of this little guy?"

"Well...what do you want to hear, my Lady Queen? I will agree with you...ah! It hurts, it hurts, don't pull my ears."

Mr. Xiong was just too dishonest to fight. After being beaten by Wei Ke, he quickly replied honestly: "Honestly, this Lin Wushuang can be considered a genius. He has already reached the top of the mortal world."

Peak! Unfortunately, Your Lady Queen, you and Mr. Fu have already seen it. He does not have the talent or foundation to practice Taoism."

Having said that, Fatty Cat also looked a little pity and shook his head.

Being able to practice magic is a talent that is innate! Just like a person's blood type.

Some people are qualified to practice Taoism, but some people are not!

Lin Wushuang belongs to the latter... Otherwise, with his willpower and understanding, he will definitely have a bright future in cultivation.

Wei Ke frowned: "Is there really no way? Damn Fat Cat, don't you claim to be the strongest in the two thousand years since Qin? You don't have any knowledge at all?"

Mr. Xiong deliberately pretended to be cute and looked sad: "My Queen, I am not completely panic-stricken... Are you doing this to a strong cat?"


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