On the ten-foot-long and six-foot-wide arena, Zhao Lin and Yi Rihao stood facing each other.
The two of them didn't know each other, and they didn't have a good impression of each other. Naturally, they had nothing to say, so they simply didn't even mention each other's names.
Zhao Lin just clasped his fists casually, then raised his fists to signal to the arbitration elder.
In order to avoid delaying time, as long as one party in the ring raises his fist, it can start.
The arbitration elder immediately shouted: "One, two...three!"
Zhao Lin stepped hard on the ring, his body shot out like an arrow from the string, quickly closing the distance between the two, punching out from the waist, and hitting Yi Rihao's chest with a "progressive hammer" move.
The energy in the fist is as substantial as the force of the thunder.
Yi Rihao had already calculated that Zhao Lin's strength was too much higher than his own, so it was not wise to attack. He nimbly stepped aside to get out of the way, and at the same time raised his arm to block the incoming punch.
"What a strength!"
Yi Rihao felt a strong force coming from him and a sharp pain in his arm. He took a few steps back to relieve the force.
Zhao Lin took advantage of the momentum to catch up, shifted his focus to his right foot, threw a left fist to cover, and his right fist penetrated from the armpit, and hit Yi Rihao with a "Yan Chai Shui" in the upper and middle directions.
Yi Rihao didn't dare to touch head-on and jumped away.
Zhao Lin kept his feet on the ground, chasing after him and punching several times in a row. At the ninth round, he used a move to advance the hammer, followed by a Yan Chaoshui move, and repeated the move he just performed.
Um?
Yi Rihao was slightly surprised, and then burst into joy.
It turns out that he only knows these few axes!
It seems that what the ancient elder said is right. This person only cultivates boxing power, and other skills are ordinary. The punching force is fierce, but it is straight and straight, lacking changes, and there is no complementation with palm power and leg skills.
Many people in the stands also believed that Zhao Lin had reached the Blood Realm at the age of twenty and could punch more than 500 times, making him a genius among geniuses.
If he were proficient in many kinds of exercises and had superb moves, would there be a way for others to survive?
Little did he know that this was Zhao Lin's deliberate move. What if he attacked with all his strength as soon as he came up and beat Yi Rihao with a few moves until he was unable to fight back, and then he raised his hand and gave up?
He deliberately wanted to be cruel, so he would naturally make the other party think that he only knew a few basic punches and kicks.
Yi Rihao was very cautious and did not rush to take action. Seeing Zhao Lin repeat a few moves, he started to think about it.
When Zhao Lin used Yan Chaoshui again, Yi Rihao raised his brows and suddenly turned from defense to offense. He pointed his finger into a knife and waved his palm to draw an arc of flames, hitting Zhao Lin's left ribs.
"Finally took the bait!"
The Flaming Knife was a technique used by the five people in Tuzha that day. Zhao Lin was very familiar with it. With a thought, he suddenly turned his body sideways and blasted a Sky Frost Fist towards the Flaming Knife.
Wind and frost filled the fist, instantly forming a white mist in the air.
"What kind of punch is this?"
Yi Rihao was shocked, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast for an instant, but it was too late to take action at this time, so he could only hit it head-on.
As soon as the fists came into contact, the flaming sword was suppressed until the flames disappeared. Yi Rihao felt a bone-chilling chill, had difficulty breathing, and was so frightened that he flew away quickly.
Zhao Lin jumped up with tiger steps, opened his five fingers, turned his fist into claws, and grabbed the head with his three Yin claws, not giving the opponent a chance to breathe at all.
Yi Rihao was in a state of shock, knowing that if he was caught, he might be disemboweled, so he could only bite the bullet and cross his fists to face him.
With a muffled sound, Yi Rihao was beaten to the ground.
Zhao Lin leaned over and lowered his shoulders, throwing an uppercut.
In just the blink of an eye, there are three stages of attacks, one after another: the lion moves its head, the tiger pounces on the food, and the leopard flicks its tail!
Yi Rihao felt a sense of despair, knowing that Zhao Lin must have a back-up move, and if he blocked it, he would definitely die. His heart skipped a beat, and he guarded his chest with his left fist, and raised his right hand upward desperately...
I would rather take a punch than admit defeat to save my life.
With a bang, Zhao Lin's fist hit Yi Rihao's chest.
Blood rushed from Yirihao's mouth and his body flew into the air.
"stop!"
When the Arbiter Elder shouted to stop, Zhao Lin had already reached Yi Rihao's side. After hearing the words, he immediately stopped and slowly retracted his fist.
"You are lucky!"
Before Yirihao lost consciousness, he finally raised his palm.
The Weizi disciples below the ring had quick eyes and quick hands, and caught Yi Rihao. They were surprised to find that his whole body was cold and there was no warmth in his body.
"How are you doing?"
Yi Rihao's teeth were chattering and he couldn't say a word.
Elder Gu walked over with a sullen face, took out a pill and gave it to Yirihao, then pressed his palm on his chest and poured vitality into it to heal the injury.
After a while, Yi Rihao opened his eyes with difficulty.
The ancient elder breathed a sigh of relief. The disciple's life was finally saved, but his ribs were broken and his meridians were severely injured. It would take at least several months to recover.
"What a good idea!"
Elder Gu looked towards the ring and gritted his teeth.
Zhao Lin glanced at him, disapproving in his heart, he was just retaliating with tooth.
Everyone in the stands was shocked by Zhao Lin's actions. They didn't expect him to be so vicious.
"This is with the intention of beating people to death!" Elder Gao Yun, who was unskilled in martial arts, took a breath of cold air.
"Although each martial arts competition is for its own master, this attack is too cruel." An elder with a long beard said beside him.
"Anyway, Yi Rihao was seriously injured. Although he was able to advance to the next round, it seems that he can no longer fight. Anyone who is placed in the same group with him will get a big advantage..."
There was silence in the Weizi stands. The leader and the elders naturally knew why Zhao Lin was ruthless. It was because he was holding a grudge in his heart.
The head of the Lieyan Sect said solemnly: "Send someone to inform all the disciples on the scene to be careful when encountering Basang and Zhao Lin."
He hesitated for a moment and then said: "If you are not sure, just... admit defeat!"
When Elder Mai heard this, he was unwilling to accept it and said: "Are we going to suffer the disadvantage of being dumb? Since he dares to hurt our disciples, we will take revenge and go back!"
"Even if we can't deal with him, aren't there others? Not all Dai Viet disciples are so powerful, right?"
The head of the Lieyan Sect shook his head and said, "That's not right. Huo Shan's incident has already caused public outrage. I am not in a position to do so. I'll just be patient for a while."
"Besides, Wu Che also has a Basang..."
Elder Mai moved his mouth when he heard this but said nothing more.
Not long after, the competition in the nine arenas ended one after another, and the remaining groups took over.
Perhaps because they were frightened by Zhao Lin, the second place finishers in the same group as Basang and Borta gave up the challenge, and the two went directly to the second round without even entering the ring.
Zhao Lin originally wanted to observe the skills of these two powerful enemies, but he had no choice but to give up when he saw this.
Near noon, after the first round of group fighting, no surprise, the top 16 disciples in boxing strength all passed.
This round of Dai Viet's performance is good, especially the Xing Yun Sect. Thanks to Yang Lin's seven-breath battle training, none of the disciples have stage fright, and their shots are decisive and full of momentum.
Seven disciples of Xingyun Sect advanced to the second round, and the disciples who did not qualify also won one or two games in the group, adding to Dai Viet's record.
After a short break, the second round resumes.
(End of chapter)
