Facing the ridicule, Wang Ye looked at them and smiled slightly.
"Little Taoist priest, what are you laughing at? What's so funny?!"
"The certificate of life and death has been signed, and we are in the ring, but it's up to you and me."
"Are you ready? If you win the lottery, I will be the first to kill you." The next step is to draw lots. It will be decided who plays against whom.
Unfortunately, as soon as Wang Ye came on the stage, he drew Zheng Changdong, who was extremely powerful. He clenched his fists, and his bones made a cracking sound: "You're done, kid, I won't hold back." The audience around him cheered!
"Come on, Master Zheng!"
"Go down that unknown alley!"
"Master Zheng, I've got you covered!"
"It doesn't look good. It really doesn't look good. I already know the result even before the fight."
"Zheng Changdong? He's the most ruthless. In the last competition, he broke his opponent's bones to pieces!"
"He was practicing iron sand palm, and the rust penetrated his body and burned his internal organs. How can it not be scary?" The audience felt that Zheng Changdong would definitely win.
He twisted his body, jumped onto the ring, turned around, and waved to Wang Ye. Wang Ye sleeved his hands, arched his back slightly, and climbed onto the ring easily with the support of one hand.
From beginning to end, there was a smile on his face. ...In the private room, Jing Baobao watched a martial arts fight for the first time and was very curious: "Mr. Xia, can you win? That man is very strong, and the little Taoist priest looks weak." Strong on the outside but dry on the inside.”
"You mean, the little Taoist priest can win? How is this possible?" Even Jing Baobao felt that Zheng Changdong would definitely win.
Regardless of body shape or momentum, he is stronger than Xiaodao Chang. She was even worried about Wang Ye: "Mr. Xia, this game is a matter of life and death. If you get injured, no one will be responsible." He was happier than anyone else when he signed."
"why is that?"
"As you said, you don't have to take responsibility." Jing Baobao was stunned before she could speak. The two people on the ring took action.
Zheng Changdong took long steps and slapped a few palms in an instant. Bang bang bang! Three sounds sounded in the air, like whips, making people shudder.
But these three palms failed to hit and fell in the air. Instead, Wang Ye struck out with a palm, hitting Zheng Changdong in the chest and abdomen.
Zheng Changdong didn't feel anything strange at first. After a few breaths, his movements began to slow down. After a few more breaths, his steps were disordered and he felt dizzy.
When he reacted and before he was shocked, Wang Ye kicked out and hit Zheng Changdong straight on the head.
With a pop, Zheng Changdong flew out, dragging his tall body and fell down the ring! Wang Ye retracted his legs, used a palm and a kick to resolve the fight, and bowed with one hand: "Immortal Lord Immeasurable, please forgive me." The entire auditorium exploded.
"This...why didn't I see this clearly? Master Zheng was defeated?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Referee! Referee! What the hell is going on!"
"I'm sorry, Zheng Changdong, you are a loser! Did you lose as soon as you came on stage?"
"This Datong Pavilion...it seems that we have all underestimated it." And soon, the other arenas were all finished.
The gym leaders jumped off the ring and looked at this side, stunned to see that Zheng Changdong had actually lost.
"Where's Master Zheng?"
"He was defeated. He was knocked off the stage by that wild Taoist priest just now!"
"Referee team! This is not right. How could Master Zheng lose?" Some gym owners looked in disbelief and even asked the referee team to give an explanation.
Naturally, the referee will not give them any instructions and everything will be done according to the rules and regulations. Not to mention the superstructure, the owner behind the Datong Hall is the new major shareholder of the Wushu Association.
Naturally, they will not show any favoritism. Everyone was shocked. Wang Ye muttered something, jumped off the ring, shook his head, and went to the preparation area to wait under the shocked eyes of everyone.
In the box, the people from the Wushu Association and Wu Zhiyuan were a little shocked when they saw this scene. Even if Wu Zhiyuan knew Wang Ye's strength, he never thought that he would win so easily.
The Chairman and Vice Chairman of the Wushu Association were also dumbfounded.
"This Taoist priest's stakes and energy seem to come from the orthodox Wudang sect. It's not simple."
"Zheng Changdong was not defeated unjustly. Although he came with great force, he was actually very fancy and useless."
"Yes, although the Taoist priest only made two moves, they were fatal. If he had used all his strength, Zheng Changdong would probably be dead by now." Everyone in the box was clicking their tongues.
If it were not for the laws of modern society to protect him, would Zheng Changdong still be alive? Even if he signed a life and death certificate, Wang Ye would hold back and fight.
Only Wu Zhiyuan snorted coldly: "You loser, you lose if you go upstairs." Xiao Dao whispered: "Master, I'll go!" Wu Zhiyuan shook his head: "It's not up to you yet, don't worry." Even if he knew Wang Ye He is very strong. If you want to defeat him, you have to waste his energy.
Let these gym owners wear him down to the point where he can then let Xiao Dao take action. When the time comes, he will definitely be able to kill with one strike!
Wang Ye's victory was a bit unbelievable to everyone, and they felt deeply baffled. Zheng Changdong lost miserably, he was carried away.
Several museum owners were stunned when they saw this scene.
"Beat him unconscious? Is Zheng Changdong that weak?"
"Did you have a bad stomach? Otherwise, I don't think it's possible."
"He's just a wild Taoist priest? What a joke. Zheng Changdong must have lost because of his own problems."
"In the grand martial arts competition, he dared to go on stage without adjusting his condition. He is really dizzy." However, having said that, their eyes when they looked at Wang Ye became much more serious.
The second game, drawing lots. Wang Ye was drawn to the Guiyuan Hall, and the hall owner Luo Haoqi used a pair of through-arm fists, which were extremely powerful.
His arms were like steel, not ordinary hard. A slight hit to the human body will cause excruciating pain, like being hit with an iron rod.
The through-arm fist has been a powerful weapon since ancient times, but when encountering Wang Ye, he was like a deflated rubber ball, being brutally killed!
Tai Chi energy swirled around the ring. Wang Ye parted his mane like a wild horse and pushed Luo Hao's energy away! In full view of everyone, he fell out of the ring.
"You haven't mastered the Thousand Jin Plunge yet. If you go back and practice hard for ten years, you might be able to fight me." Wang Ye said with a smile.
This time, the opponent was stronger. Even though they all looked down on Wang Ye, they all felt angry when they saw Zheng Changdong defeated.
The result still didn't work. Being teased by Wang Ye's Tai Chi power, he couldn't control himself. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't beat the little Taoist priest who could move a thousand pounds with one move!
Luo Hao's face was filled with anger and disappointment. He had just received a punch and felt that his internal organs were about to burst. Tai Chi Jin may not look strong at all, but when it is actually put into the body, it is really annoying.
He stood up, cupped his hands towards Wang Ye and said: "The little Taoist master coordinates yin and yang, Tai Chi goes as he wishes, I won without injustice, I admire you!" He was really convinced.
And seeing him defeated, alarm bells rang in everyone's hearts!
