Martial Arts Master

"In the second round, Fang Zhirong wins!"

Hearing the referee's announcement and looking at Lou Cheng's retreating back, Fang Zhirong froze on the spot. Immediately, his blood surged up, he was ashamed and angry, and his fists clenched loudly.

"He was seriously injured. Those two blows should have been implosion punches..." In the live broadcast room, the host Liu Chang said, half in amazement and half seeking confirmation.

However, he didn't hear the expected reply, whether it was affirmative or negative, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

what happened? Liu Chang turned his head and looked at his partner, only to see He Xiaowei's expression was dull, his lips were pursed, his face was turning green and red, and he looked like he was distracted.

Hiss, what does it have to do with you if Fang Zhirong is injured? Why is it like losing all the family property? Liu Chang was confused for a while and full of doubts.

At this moment, an idea flashed in his mind, and he remembered something from before, and instantly understood the whole story:

He Xiaowei cursed and swore that if Didu could win the championship, he would shave off all the hair on his head!

After suffering two implosion punches from a weak and inhuman person, Fang Zhirong's injuries could not be recovered in three or five days. When he went to fight in the imperial capital, he was considered great if he could still reach 50% of his strength!

It seems that the casual poisonous milk has to give way to the "carefully prepared" kind!

Liu Chang looked up and down He Xiaowei's head, his mouth tightened, his cheeks and neck trembled slightly, and he suppressed his laughter.

It seems that we can probably look forward to it...

What kind of scene would it be...

I can't help it, hahahaha!

…………

All the way back to the seats, Lou Cheng saw that everyone was still a little stunned. Lou Cheng laughed and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Although I don’t expect to win this game, don’t wait any longer!

The corners of Cai Zongming's mouth twitched and he said:

"Have you ever considered us?"

"What's going on?" Lou Cheng looked confused.

"If you say you lose, then you lose. You're laughing!" Xiao Ming pointed at Fang Zhirong on the ring angrily, "Look at him, he's obviously holding in a lot of anger. He will definitely vent it to Xiao Yoko later. And on me, we will be tortured with blood!”

Even if that guy is seriously injured and has declined in all aspects, he is still not someone who can challenge the top nine!

Lou Cheng suddenly understood, and solemnly stretched out his hand, patted the "King of Mouth" on the shoulder, and said comfortingly:

"Don't worry, there is a referee!"

...Cai Zongming was extremely angry and laughed: "If you say it, you haven't said it yet!"

It makes people’s calves tremble even more!

At this time, Deng Yang made an expression as if he was ready to die, bumped fists with Lou Cheng and others one by one, and walked towards the ring with his head held high.

Watching him take a few steps forward, Lou Cheng took back his cell phone and shared his joy and fun with Yan Zheke.

Going up the stone steps, Deng Yang stood opposite Fang Zhirong, who had done a "strong hug" to weaken the impact of internal injuries, and saw the enemy's gloomy face and black eyes filled with fury.

He suddenly shuddered involuntarily, as if a poisonous snake was staring at his throat and a sniper rifle was targeting his temples.

Is this the suppression of momentum in the sixth-grade Dan Realm? Deng Yang tried his best to soothe his energy and blood, causing his skin to glow with a misty jade glow.

Shizhou Island, "Jade Tempering Technique"!

The referee did not give Fang Zhirong any more chance to recover. He raised his right hand and swung down suddenly:

"start!"

Fang Zhirong did not wipe the blood from his mouth and nose. He bent his back, meandered, and approached Deng Yang strangely and quickly.

Deng Yang's body skills were at a disadvantage. He dodged a few times but was still unable to escape. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

At this moment, Fang Zhirong's energy and blood receded, and he still held it in his lower abdomen, then exploded with a bang, rushing out, inflating his legs.

Click! Spider webs appeared under his feet, and with a sudden pounce, he bullied Deng Yang and rushed forward with his right fist!

Deng Yang took a breath, swelled his temples, raised his arms, and made the most conservative parrying posture.

Suddenly, two muscles on Fang Zhirong's back stood out like butterflies, and his spine jerked to the side, causing his body to change direction and dodge to the side of his opponent in one step.

Snapped!

His left palm darted forward, and his five fingers spread out, flashing black, like terrifying fangs.

Deng Yang's moves were old and had no center of gravity. Seeing that it was difficult to dodge, Deng Yang's face turned pale, he clenched his teeth, bulged his biceps, tightened his sleeves, and took the initiative to swing diagonally.

Tear! His sleeves tore open, revealing the sapphire skin clasped by Fang Zhirong's fingers.

Before the negative feelings such as weakness and asthma emerged, Deng Yang's expression suddenly became ferocious, with a jade-colored radiance floating on his face.

He suddenly exerted force on his feet, lowered his shoulders into corners, and leaned fiercely to the side!

boom! Fang Zhirong's energy and blood were still boiling, and his body's reaction was slow. He only had time to raise his right arm and stand in front of him. He was hit by Deng Yang, who did not block or defend but only counterattacked.

His arms trembled and he held on firmly. Fang Zhirong's energy and blood stagnated, and he was almost detonated and suffered internal injuries. He Xiaowei in the live broadcast room swayed, as if this "iron mountain support" actually hit him.

But Deng Yang's "secret poisonous energy" appeared, his strength suddenly disappeared, and his breathing became difficult. He could only lower his head and gasp for air.

The realm is so different that the effect is naturally surprisingly good!

Fang Zhirong's face turned red and then turned green. He held his right arm in front of him, and his left fist was about to hit his opponent's lower abdomen.

At this time, a hand stretched out to resist his attack.

The referee raised his other hand, exhaled and said:

"In the third round, Fang Zhirong wins!"

Phew, Fang Zhirong exhaled, retracted his fist with anger, and stood up straight.

Deng Yang gasped for breath and finally regained his composure. After bowing and bowing, he walked down the ring in vain.

As soon as he took a few steps, Wang Dali and others came up to him and supported him who was weak.

"Let's go to the emergency room and get some oxygen?" Lou Cheng suggested.

"Yes." Deng Yang nodded slightly, panted, and said with a wry smile, "I, I tried my best..."

"Good fight!" Lou Cheng praised sincerely and stretched out his fist.

Deng Yang weakly raised his hand, touched him, completed the ceremony, and was then sent to the emergency room.

Cai Zongming next to him took a breath and looked at Lou Chengdao:

"Can I abstain?"

"What do you think?" Lou Cheng looked at him funny.

"I think it's okay..." Xiao Ming said, "You don't want to lose." Then he gritted his teeth and said with a distorted expression, "Do you think I will be afraid? There is nothing to be afraid of! There is a referee anyway!"

He stepped forward majestically and approached the stone steps with great momentum. When he was about to board the ring, his expression calmed down, his smile was hidden, and he was calm and composed.

Well, we have entered the scope of live broadcast!

Can't leave the unhandsome side behind...

When he came to the center, Cai Zongming trembled violently when he saw Fang Zhirong's lustful eyes.

He quickly calmed down and comforted himself:

"Just a dead man, just a dead man..."

Fang Zhirong heard vaguely, and the veins on his forehead jumped, and he almost failed to stabilize the injury.

The referee was almost amused, shook his head, raised his hand, waved down and shouted:

"start!"

Click!

As soon as Fang Zhirong started, he made a "hugging strength", thrust his feet into the ring, and uncharacteristically rushed straight at Cai Zongming, as fast as thunder.

As soon as his eyes flashed, the enemy was approaching. Xiao Ming's heart tightened, and he hurriedly followed the predetermined plan, pressing his feet inwards and raising his arms to block.

His two hands held each other's cuffs in a rather weird posture.

Snapped! Fang Zhirong spread his fingers and tried to clasp the enemy's forearm.

At this moment, two tearing sounds sounded at the same time. Cai Zongming tore off his sleeves, turned the clothing material into a flag, inflated the airflow, and wrapped Fang Zhirong's palm in reverse, beating him with softness.

Immediately afterwards, he flicked his elbow joint and threw out his forearm, hitting his opponent in the face. His knuckles were ready to complete the second stage of the attack.

Fang Zhirong's face darkened, he pulled his shoulder and raised his other arm, dyeing the edge of his palm a touch of cyan.

Snapped! He flipped his palm back and hit the enemy's exposed arm.

In an instant, Cai Zongming felt a thousand arrows piercing his heart, a knife scraping his bones, and pain like needles sticking into his fingers. He instinctively hugged his arms back and shouted!

Beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his expression turned pale, as if he was about to faint.

The twenty-seventh form of "Fengbu", "Scorpion Tail Needle"!

This is a great way to amplify pain!

Taking this opportunity, Fang Zhirong raised his waist and hips, preparing to bend his knees and strike forward.

The referee raised his leg in time to block the blow, raised his right hand high and said:

"In the fourth round, Fang Zhirong wins!"

"The final result is that Shanbei University Martial Arts Club wins!"

Fang Zhirong took a breath, calmed down a little, raised his hands and applauded to the audience supporting him.

Cai Zongming was stunned and walked down the ring numbly. Every step seemed to be enduring extreme pain and exhausting all the strength in his body.

After being supported by Lou Cheng and Wang Dali, he recovered and felt the pain began to subside, so he said his first words:

"Fuck! It hurts so damn much!"

I feel relieved that you are so lively... Lou Cheng chuckled and asked casually:

"What did you feel just now?"

"Feelings? I'm starting to doubt life!" Xiao Ming replied with a rich expression.

The first game of the semi-finals ended here, Songda was eliminated, and Shanbei reached the finals for the fourth time in four years.

Lou Cheng and others were mentally prepared for the failure. They were not too sad, but felt a little disappointed and had mixed feelings.

After watching Ren Li show off her power and lead the Imperial Academy Martial Arts Club to the finals, the Songda gang took a minibus and returned to the hotel.

As soon as he entered the lobby, Lou Cheng saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes coming towards him with a smile on his face.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a rather elegant temperament. He introduced himself:

"I am the representative of the Dragon and Tiger Club."