"Senior Brother Zhao, you and I have been together in the Dancing Elephant Academy for a year, but we have never had the opportunity to fight. How about a couple of moves with you today?"
Zhong Yewu looked slightly apologetic, "If you are not physically strong enough, I will challenge someone else and we will compete another day."
Zhao Lin walked back to the field and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'm not tired."
Zhong Yewu said "Okay" and looked at Liu Shengnian.
Seeing the two of them getting ready, Liu Shengnian sang several words: "One, two, three!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Wu stepped forward, lowered his shoulders, punched, and attacked Zhao Lin directly in one go.
Zhao Lin raised his eyebrows, knowing that Zhong Yewu wanted to test his strength, so he stood still and punched him.
There are different levels of martial arts training, but innate conditions are also very important.
It is possible that two warriors with the same cultivation level may have more than twice the difference in strength.
Zhong Yewu is tall and tall, with great natural strength. Jin Zhongjin is also a skill that increases strength. From the beginning of martial arts, no one among his peers can surpass him in strength. He has long been thinking of competing with Zhao Lin. Higher and lower.
The two fists collided, and Zhao Lin's body froze. He felt that the opponent's fist was hard and heavy, as if he hit a piece of pig iron.
Zhong Yewu's reaction was even greater, his upper body swayed twice and his feet slipped a bit.
However, he had a strong temperament and was unwilling to give up the advantage. He raised his left foot and whipped out a whip kick.
Zhao Lin put away his right forearm to protect his side. At the same time, he advanced forward, stretched out his ape arm, and grabbed the opponent's throat.
Zhong Yewu's strength is about the same as Xiang Bao's. A year ago, Zhao Lin would have struggled to deal with it. Now the two are at the same level, and their strength is no longer at the same level.
Within ten moves, Zhao Lin shook Zhong Yewu's center of gravity and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Concession."
Zhong Yewu glanced at the hourglass and saw that half of the sand was left, and said seriously: "Zhong is convinced."
"Zhao Linsheng." Liu Shengnian announced.
Fei Bin sighed softly off the court and said with emotion: "It's really incredible. I'm afraid that in less than three years, this kid will be able to break into the top ten and threaten my position."
Xiang Shaofeng was silent for a moment, "Three years, I hope."
The next person to appear was Xiang Bao, challenging the thirty-sixth ranked disciple. Zhao Lin could finally take a rest and watch from the sidelines.
With the first three games setting an example, the next disciples would let go and attack with all their strength, striving to determine the winner within the time limit.
After all, they are all young people in their twenties, full of energy, full of energy, unable to lose face, and passively defensive, which is a waste of time.
Yang Lin nodded slightly and had a smile on his face.
The disciples took turns taking the field, and until the thirty-fourth ranked disciple, no one challenged Zhao Lin again.
The disciples were all very discerning. After seeing Zhao Lin's skills, they felt that his ranking of thirty-third was considered low. To challenge him, it would be better to challenge him with a higher-ranked disciple to have a better chance of winning.
Each battle is limited to seven breaths, and the rhythm is very fast. After you sing, I will appear on the stage, and the disciple's strength will become stronger and stronger.
In less than two-quarters of an hour, the ranking of the disciples entering the field was within twenty.
"I challenge Chen Hao."
The disciple who came on stage at this time was named Liang Kun, ranked seventeenth in the inner court, and his cultivation was at the second level of Blood Realm.
The Chen Hao he challenged was ranked fifteenth and his cultivation was at the first level of blood realm.
This situation is very common in the Blood Realm, because no matter what kind of genius, even if they advance all the way in the Strength Realm and Qi Realm, they will slow down when they reach the Blood Realm and stay there for ten or twenty years, or even a lifetime.
And the skills of the blood realm are not completely dependent on whether the qi and blood are strong or not.
Some warriors at the first level of the blood realm, who have mastered a certain skill to the extreme and have extremely pure energy, can still defeat opponents at the third level of the blood realm.
Therefore, for blood realm warriors, cultivation and strength are not completely equated, there is an intersection in between.
From the two people fighting on the field, it can be seen that although Liang Kun, who is at the second level of the blood realm, has more energy and blood, Chen Hao's overlapping wave palm skills are profound, and there is a faint sound of tidal waves between the swings, and the momentum is amazing.
In the end, Chen Hao, who was in the first level of Blood Realm, won easily.
Zhao Lin watched and pondered carefully. When he saw the tenth and ninth disciples fighting against each other, his expression gradually became serious.
Before entering the inner courtyard, he had fought against two blood realm warriors. Although he got the upper hand by luck, he did not defeat the opponent head-on.
Xiang Shaofeng was worried about hurting him at the time, so he only used 20 to 30% of his strength and was knocked unconscious by Zhao Lin's full-strength ice fist.
The masked man he met while sweeping the mountain didn't take Zhao Lin seriously at all. He was careless and was brutally killed.
Zhao Lin silently thought about it. If he went on the field to fight against the tenth player, he would not be able to predict the outcome without using the ice energy.
"I heard that the strength of the top four is much higher than the others. I guess even if I use all my cards, I won't be their opponent."
As he expected, when Yao Chong, ranked fourth, came on the field, his strength suddenly rose to another level.
Yao Chong practiced the earth-based Bengshan Fist. He released his energy for as long as a palm. The earthy gray palm energy covered his fist, which was dense and solid. From a distance, it looked like he was holding two heavy hammers in his hand.
The one fighting against Yao Chong was Xiang Shaofeng.
Xiang Shaofeng's red flame power was as strong as fire, and heat waves surged in his palms, but it couldn't shake Yao Chong at all. Instead, at his fourth breath, he was punched out of the circle.
Zhao Lin was secretly stunned. He had experienced Xiang Shaofeng's Chiyan Jin before and knew how powerful it was, but he didn't expect to be defeated so quickly.
Yao Chong is so strong, but he is ranked fourth. From this, you can imagine the strength of the top three people.
From the discussions of the disciples around him, he learned that each of the top four disciples had the strongest technique.
In addition to Yao Chong's Bengshan Fist, Lu Zhenglong and Miao Tianfeng were both from the Aoki Department of the Dance Elephant Academy. One practiced Flying Leaf Hands and the other practiced Shadow Palm.
The chief disciple Xiao Jin practices a metal technique called Metal Cutting.
After Yao Chong won, he challenged Lu Zhenglong, who was ranked third.
Lu Zhenglong's flying leaf hand has an elegant name, but is actually extremely fast and has domineering finger power.
The fingertips touched Yao Chong's Collapse Mountain Fist, and the force was able to break through the barrier and penetrate into it.
After seven breaths, although Yao Chong was not defeated, judging from his face, it was obvious that he had suffered a secret loss.
Yao Chong left the game and Miao Tianfeng took over. The two famous geniuses in the inner court were fighting against each other.
Miao Tianfeng's Shadow Shaking Fist looks ordinary, but it is soft yet tough, hidden deep as if empty. With one punch, dozens of fist shadows appear.
The two were close in strength and evenly matched. When the hourglass ran out, there was no winner.
However, neither of them had any intention of giving up and were still fighting fiercely.
The disciples seemed not to be surprised, and looked calm. Even Yang Lin allowed the two to fight. It was not until after the tea time that he shouted: "Okay, you two can compete next time."
Lu Zhenglong and Miao Tianfeng stopped at the same time, and the former returned to the disciples' team, leaving Miao Tianfeng on the field.
Finally, Xiao Jin walked into the field.
The two sides did not talk to each other when they met, and started fighting after holding fists.
(End of chapter)
