There were more people watching in the fourth arena than in other arenas, so the three brothers Chen Feifan decided to go there to have a look. [No pop-up novel website]
This arena attracted about half of the audience present. Chu Zihan's cousins also stood on the side of the fourth arena and watched quietly, while Qian Xiaoyun was beside them and kept talking. He didn't seem to care about the upcoming competition at all.
Chen Feifan took advantage of the other two brothers not paying attention and took a peek at Chu Zihan not far away, then turned back and started paying attention to the situation on the ring. Li Yanran took Zhuang Shuzhen and disappeared somewhere, so the three brothers could calm down and slowly watch the competition.
There are two people standing on the left and right of the fourth ring. The one on the left is a tall man with a fierce face and a big knife in his hand. He is about 27 or 28 years old. Look at the one on the right again. He has a playful look on his face. He has a pretty face and a long sword on his back. He is about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The big man on the left was recognized by many people in the crowd. It was said that he was a disciple of a certain gang in the Northern Seven Gangs Alliance and was known as the Tyrant Tiger. This man once wiped out three bandit strongholds in a row with only the big knife in his hand, killing more than a hundred people in one night, but he was not injured at all.
"I heard that you are known as the "Tiger" in the north. Now I want to see if you are worthy of this title?" The young man on the right did not move, but kept looking at the tall man in front of him.
"How dare I, Fang Zhong He De, call myself that? It's a title given to me by others, and I can't shirk it." After speaking, Fang Zhong raised his eyebrows and asked without any emotion: "Excuse me, this young knight. , where do you come from, what do you call me, why do you want to compete with me first?"
"I challenge you in person like this, and you are not impatient. You seem to be a man." The young man still smiled and said: "Where my master comes from, we will know after a test. As for my name, the competition It is also written on the paper that my surname is Lu, and my single name is Jie."
"Lu Jie!" Fang Zhong tried hard to recall the names of everyone he knew.
"Haha! You must not know me, because this is my first time to step into the world." After Lu Jie said this, he suddenly said seriously: "Come on! You are my first opponent after entering the world." .”
After a burst of drum beating, the competition on the fourth stage officially began.
Now many people on the sidelines have begun to worry about the arrogant young man on the right. Although he is a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers, everyone in the world does not care about face. If he loses face the first time he enters the world, then It will have a great negative impact on a person's life.
Neither of them made the first move, but looked at each other for a while. Fang Zhong said first, "I'm sorry you are still a newbie, so I'll let you make the first move." Although Fang Zhong was as vicious and vicious as a tiger in dealing with evil people, but he didn't hold back in his heart. But full of righteousness. No matter how arrogant the young man in front of him was, he was a fellow-minded person after all, and Fang Zhong didn't want to care about anything.
"Okay, I can defeat you within ten moves! You asked me to move first, so don't blame me!" As soon as Lu Jie finished speaking, he quickly ran towards Fang Zhong.
In one breath, Lu Jie was in front of Fang Zhong and punched him in the face.
Fang Zhong already had a knife in his right hand and used the big knife to block the physical punch. The loser must be Lu Jie. However, Fang Zhong used his left hand without any weapon to block the oncoming fist.
One punch and one palm, one attack and one defense. As soon as the two came into contact, they were forced to take a few steps back by each other's impact. Lu Jie took a step back, while Fang Zhong took two or three steps back before stopping.
"Draw out your sword, it's fairer." Fang Zhong said, holding the big sword in his hand with his right hand. During the contact just now, he discovered that this seemingly thin young man actually had amazing explosive power in his body. In the north, he is well-known for his brute strength and explosive power. Unexpectedly, today he was knocked back several steps by this young man who had just emerged from the martial arts world.
"No. I have an appointment with senior brother. I must defeat you within ten moves without using a sword." Lu Jie shook the right arm he had just shot with and said confidently.
As soon as Lu Jie said this, the audience burst into laughter. Some people even shouted at Lu Jie on the stage: "Boy, your hair is not even long! Want to defeat Fang Zhong within ten moves? I see you It's better to get some sleep before coming back!" Such words caused another burst of laughter. Except for one person present who didn't smile, including Chen Feifan, they all felt that this kid was really arrogant. It was estimated that even if the kid used a sword, he wouldn't be able to defeat Fang Zhong within ten moves. Let’s not talk about how strong Fang Zhong’s martial arts is, let’s just talk about his actual combat experience. It takes a lot of strength and courage to be able to kill more than a hundred people without getting hurt. It's impossible for this unknown kid who just came out of the martial arts to defeat him within ten moves.
After all, Lu Jie, who was standing on the stage, was young and had not seen much of the world. Now that he was being coaxed by the people in the audience, Bai Zan's face turned slightly red. He clenched his fists tightly, took a few steps back, bowed his body slightly, and then quickly rushed towards Fang Zhong.
This time Fang Zhong didn't rush to take the blow like the first time. He swung the sword horizontally and used the broad sides of the sword to catch Lu Jie's fists. Still retreating at the first touch, the two of them took a step back.
When Fang Zhong fought back, he actually put away the sword in his hand and switched to fighting with fists. He didn't want to use a knife on an unarmed young man. If the young man didn't use a weapon, then he wouldn't use one either. This was only fair!
"Why don't you use a knife?" Facing the fierce blow, Lu Jie asked softly.
Fang Zhong didn't answer, and quickly punched Lu Jie with his right hand, hitting the left side of his face. Lu Jie ducked backwards to avoid the blow, but at this moment he received a solid blow to his lower abdomen.
Seeing Lu Jie holding his stomach and taking a few steps back, some people in the audience actually cheered. The Tyrant Tiger Fang Zhong is not only fast with his sword, he is also fast with his punches. In that blow just now, both left and right punches were actually made with full force. No punch was empty or real, that is, no matter which one he received The punches are uncomfortable.
"Little brother, let's take out our weapons and let's compete." When Fang Zhong's blow just now hit Lu Jie's lower abdomen, he felt as if his left fist paused for a moment. In order to find out where this young master came from, Fang Zhong secretly decided to try his best to make the young man use his special skills.
"It's only been a few moves, and I haven't used all my strength yet! The ten moves haven't come yet." Lu Jie rubbed his slightly aching lower abdomen. You must know that this was a blow that Fang Zhong used 80% of his power.
"Okay! I've decided! I'm going to fight you with the remaining few moves with a broadsword, and see if you can defeat me in ten moves!" As Fang Zhong spoke, he took out the weapon named Huxiao that he had just withdrawn from his back. Big knife.
Seeing how much Fang Zhong attached great importance to the arrogant young man, many people in the arena began to pay close attention.
With the expectations of everyone in the audience, the two began a new round of sparring. This time Fang Zhong used the knife, and from the situation point of view, he had a slight advantage.
After the sound of breaking wind from the blade, two figures flashed. Lu Jie stood in a corner of the ring with his right hand covering his left arm. The sleeve on his left arm had been torn open, and a bloodstain about two inches long had been printed on his left arm. Fang Zhong also felt uncomfortable standing on the other side of the ring. He was punched in the chest by Lu Jie just now, and he was still feeling a little depressed.
"Ten moves have passed, I think this little brother should use his sword!" Fang Zhong said after exhaling a sullen breath.
Lu Jie looked at the people in the audience who were watching the show, and then at Fang Zhong who was standing opposite. He blushed slightly and spoke in a much lower voice: "Okay! Although I didn't realize the ten moves that my senior brother asked me to do, We have agreed to decide the winner within a short period of time, but I must defeat you now."
Lu Jie shouted loudly: "There is a right way in heaven and earth, and freedom is in my heart. If the mortal world is endless, there will be no restraint in cultivating the way."
Jupai! "Zhang Xiaohua spoke with a little excitement and a little surprise...
