Zhao Tong opened the folding fan with a "swish" sound on the ring, then walked slowly to the front of the ring, looking at the green forest heroes.
He said calmly: "Don't let cats and dogs come up to challenge you. You'd better weigh your own weight before coming up. If anyone overestimates his own abilities, don't blame me for being ruthless and ruthless."
Everyone below saw his arrogant look, and their teeth were itching with hatred, but they had no choice but to be inferior in skills, and no one wanted to die on stage in vain, so they could only curse in their hearts, I have never seen such a lecher like you show mercy before.
At this moment, a sound of "Immeasurable Life Buddha" suddenly sounded, and then a deep voice said: "I am a young monk, but I have come to learn the master's profound martial arts."
As he was talking, a monk jumped up on the ring. This monk had an unlucky face. He was tall, neither fat nor thin. He was wearing a gray monk's robe and had no weapons in his hands.
Zhao Tong looked the monk up and down and pointed with his folding fan: "Do monks also want to find an official position?"
The monk shook his head and said: "That's not the case. It's just that the young monk saw the benefactor fighting with bare hands, and he was very happy to see the benefactor. He wanted to show off his skills with the benefactor!"
Zhao Tong nodded and said, "Do monks also practice boxing?"
The monk shook his head and said: "The young monk doesn't have as strong a punch as the donor, so the young monk is practicing his claws!"
"Claw training?" Zhao Tong said, "Eagle Claw Skill?"
The monk shook his head and said, "The donor will know once he tries!"
Zhao Tong sneered: "Since the monk doesn't know what is good and what is good, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"
The monk said with a bitter face: "The young monk just wants to compete with the benefactor in martial arts. If he loses, the benefactor will show mercy."
Zhao Tong said: "Why are you talking nonsense? Why don't you take action!"
He was somewhat interested in this monk and wanted to see if he was really good at claw skills, or if he was just a name and secretly using some evil methods, so he couldn't let him go.
I just heard the monk pronounce the Buddha's name, then the sole of his foot slipped, and he used a strange walking method, like a loach swimming, and he came close quickly.
This monk does use claws, but it is not an eagle claw technique, but a claw technique like grappling.
His steps were like a loach, his body was like a snake, his upper claws locked his throat, and his lower claws attacked his abdomen, and the wind was blowing towards Zhao Tong.
Zhao Tong was interested in watching his martial arts skills, so he didn't fight back. He just used his magical power to change his martial arts. With only five points out of ten, he had already made the monk unable to get his hands on his clothes.
The monk's hand and claw skill was very superb, and the audience burst into applause. This martial arts skill could be used against swords, guns, etc. with bare hands.
Zhao Tong has gone through seven or eight moves with him, and has roughly figured out the monk's skills. It is indeed a martial art such as grappling, and has nothing to do with the eagle claw technique.
At this time, someone in the audience shouted: "This master uses the dragon claw hand from Shaoshi Mountain."
Another person had the courage to shout: "Master, kill this adulterer and eliminate harm for the people!"
The monk was neither surprised nor happy when he heard this, but his face was still gloomy and meticulous, and he steadily attacked Zhao Tong with his dragon claw hand.
When the monk reached the thirty-ninth move, Zhao Tong chuckled and suddenly took action. There was nothing fancy about it, he just punched straight into the monk's middle door.
His dominating boxing was indeed as Li Zhu said. It was just a matter of hard strength in practicing the boxing, and there were no specific moves. Everything was based on adaptability.
However, that is only the Ba Fist that Li Zhu knows. Zhao Tao has actually made some changes to this fist, but it will not be easily exposed. Now that the Divine Movement has been fused and formed, coupled with the Ba Fist, he basically no longer needs to use his sleeves. With a medium or short sword, you can easily defeat the enemy.
When he punched out, the monk immediately looked solemn and met him with a move.
However, the monk's move was wide open and closed, and the speed was very fast. It was the unique move in the dragon's claw hand. It was called the heart-piercing dragon claw hand, and it fiercely grabbed Zhao Tong's fist.
The fists and claws met instantly, making a dull sound. The monk actually grabbed Zhao Tong's fist!
This time, it was not like the two people who challenged before, whose hands were directly opened and broken by Zhao Tao, but actually blocked.
Everyone in the audience held their breath when they saw this scene, and even the heroes who were watching in front of the ring next to them also looked over.
In the flower canopy, Wang Qing leaned out, looking very interested.
Li Zhu said: "Dragon Claw Hand is a martial art that specializes in finger-grabbing strength. The main moves are grabbing and tearing. Although the strength is far inferior to the Ba Fist, the flexibility is not comparable to the Ba Fist."
Zhao Tong looked at the monk with a half-smile but not a smile. He had already seen the dragon claw hand thoroughly. In fact, there were only eighteen moves in total. The monk was already using it for the third time.
He wanted to secretly learn this martial art after seeing the monk take action, but he was afraid that the monk would hide his secret, so he only hit more than thirty moves. Now he secretly calculated in his mind that the first eighteen moves of Dragon Claw Hand were quite coherent, and it seemed that there would be no more moves. Omission, the monk still did it the third time after using it twice. It should be a complete claw technique, so he took action.
The monk had a gloomy face, and could not see the joy, anger or sorrow, but he was complaining endlessly in his heart. The martial art of Dragon Claw Hand focuses on grabbing and grabbing locks. He has used it twice, and now he is using it for the third time, but he can't even touch the opponent. I didn't even touch the corner of my clothes, so I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
But the opponent's movement was extremely fast and cunning. Although his footwork was tricky, it was not as fast as the opponent's. Moreover, the opponent's refusal to fight back gave him a headache.
He has been immersed in the dragon claw hand since he was a child. He does not use any weapons and only practices a pair of hand kung fu. In the past few years, he has only looked for competitions that also practiced hand kung fu. He has met a few people who specialize in fist training before, but they are all showy. There is no way he can match up to one and a half of his moves. This time he came to Luzhou not for Wang Qing's reward, but just to find an opponent to prove his martial arts skills.
He saw Zhao Tong's powerful fists and was delighted to see Zhao Xin, so he took the stage, but Zhao Tong's more than thirty moves did not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.
At this moment, he suddenly saw the opponent punching him, and he couldn't help but feel happy. He hurriedly used his claw hand of the Andrographis and caught him with one claw.
Although Zhao Tong didn't know the name of this move, seeing that he had used it twice before, he naturally knew that after he succeeded, there should be three changes in this move, namely kneading, pinching, and twisting.
If an ordinary person is hit by this trick, he will probably undergo three changes: the skin will be torn, the bones will be broken, the tendons will be broken, and even the wrist will be shattered.
The monk was exerting force on his claws at this moment, waiting to use these three changes, but unexpectedly, a strong force suddenly came from the opponent's fist. He couldn't hold it, and he was so shocked that he hurriedly stretched out his other hand to protect his chest.
His reaction was indeed extremely fast, and his prediction was not wrong, but unfortunately, the power of Zhao Tong's fist was too great.
As soon as there was a "click" sound, the hand that the monk was holding on to his fist suddenly dropped limply, and then the punch continued to hit the monk's hand that was protecting his chest. Then there were bursts of cracks, and the monk suddenly became stunned. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face became even more gloomy.
"I surrender!" The monk shouted hurriedly at this moment. He knew that the other party would be merciful, otherwise with the power of the domination fist, this blow would definitely break the sternum, and it would be difficult to know whether he would live or die.
Zhao Tong slowly stopped his hand. He had no intention of killing the monk. Since he had secretly learned the opponent's dragon claw hand, it would be a bit unkind to kill him again.
The monk retreated to the edge of the ring. He wiped the blood from his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty's powerful fists make me feel ashamed. I only hope that I will have the opportunity to compete with you in the future and prove my martial arts skills again."
Zhao Tao narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
The monk couldn't wait for a reply, so he had no choice but to pronounce the Buddha's name and jump off the stage.
After that, although several more Lu Lin came on stage to challenge, they were all beaten down by Zhao Tong within three moves. For a while, no one came back to the No. 9 ring, and the limelight gradually overshadowed the previous eight rings.
As time goes by, dusk has arrived in a blink of an eye, and the sixth day of Luzhou Tournament ends in the glory of the setting sun.
(End of chapter)
