Chapter 238 Second Round Battle
In the second round of group matches, the winners of the first round are combined into groups.
Specifically: the two first-place finishers from the first and second groups are reorganized into one group with the two second-place finishers from the third and fourth groups, so that the four groups are combined into two groups.
There are four people in each group, and two of the four are selected. In the end, 32 people from the 64 people are selected to enter the elimination round.
These thirty-two quotas are extremely precious. For each country, the number of people and rankings entering the elimination round plays a huge role in the overall performance. It is related to the distribution of property, land, population and other resources after the competition. It is based on competition. Got to be more intense.
What a coincidence is that Zhao Lin is the first place in the fifth group, and the first place in the sixth group happens to be ranked 31st in boxing strength.
In other words, no matter what the results of the competition between the two people are in the group, they will face each other again after entering the elimination round.
So after winning, this dear friend simply gave up the challenge to Zhao Lin, allowing Zhao Lin to qualify without a fight and have enough time to watch the competition in other arenas.
After the first round of group battles, the remaining sixty-four disciples were all elite disciples from various countries and were stronger. The battle rarely ended in a few rounds.
However, this does not include Basan and Borta.
Basang finally faced the challenge. The second ranked Wushu disciple in the group was named Qimuge, and his boxing power ranked twenty-ninth.
Qi Muge has been known as a warrior on the Wushu grassland since he was eighteen years old. He has always believed in the concept of "you can defeat, but you cannot surrender".
He believed that even if he was not Basang's opponent, he could still protect himself, so after defeating the third player in the group, he said to the arbitration elder: "I challenge Basang."
Basang grinned, jumped onto the ring in three steps and then moved his neck. He squinted at Qiu Muge, as if he was sizing up a prey.
Qi Muge swallowed his saliva and bravely looked at him for a moment, but finally lost his composure and raised his fist.
The Arbiter Elder immediately shouted: "One, two, three!"
Basang stood there calmly and raised his fingers towards his wooden frame.
Qi Muge felt that he had been slighted, and anger arose in his heart. However, he was frightened by the power of the opponent's punch and chose to attack from the side in a roundabout way.
With a sway, he came to the left side of Basang and struck out with a palm.
Basang still didn't move. When the opponent's palm was halfway up and unable to change his moves, he suddenly punched out at an unparalleled speed.
The fist was wrapped with lightning, and it struck Qimu Ge on the shoulder.
The wooden grid flew out directly, like a kite with its string broken, and fell off the ring.
One punch to win!
There was an uproar in the stands, and all the spectators gasped.
Everyone knew Basang was strong, but they didn't expect him to be this strong.
"What a thunder blade fist!"
Zhao Lin's eyelids twitched when he saw it, thinking that the punch was too fast. He only saw a flash of white light from a distance, and the competition was over.
Before, he only knew that Basang's thunder attack was powerful, but it was only when he saw it with his own eyes that he realized that this man's punch speed was the most terrifying.
Borta seemed to be interested in differentiating himself from Basan, and also used one punch to finish off his opponent.
His opponent was slender and good at martial arts. He retreated far away from the beginning of the competition, trying to use his speed to prevent Borta from getting close, and then wait for an opportunity to strike.
Borta smiled disdainfully and suddenly stamped his foot. A ball of light yellow energy came out of the sole of his foot and surrounded his legs.
The small mountain-like body turned into a streak of yellow smoke and instantly moved in front of the opponent.
Body gathering technique!
Before the man could react, he saw a huge fist coming towards him. He only had time to raise his fist to protect his head before he was hit by the punch.
With a "bang", he flew out of the ring.
It’s also a one-punch victory!
"Body Gathering Technique, Heavy Mountain Fist."
Zhao Lin muttered softly, thinking that this was also a tough nut to crack.
Unfortunately, the two competitions ended too quickly, with only one move, making it difficult to see the full strength of the two.
As the competition progressed, the other top eight disciples in boxing strength also appeared one by one.
McQueen, Li Taiqing, He Liancheng, Muheli, and Sumu all defeated their opponents steadily and passed easily.
Because Muheli is likely to be his opponent in the quarterfinals, Zhao Lin pays special attention to him.
Muheli practices an ancient technique called body-building boxing.
Today's warriors practice basic skills and attack skills separately, but body-building boxing is different. It is a skill that can be used to practice internal skills to increase strength, and can also be used to attack.
There are very few people practicing this kind of boxing anymore. On the one hand, after the techniques are separated, each has its own specialization, which is conducive to practice.
Secondly, it is because this kind of boxing practice is extremely difficult.
Practitioners look at the morning sun every morning to enhance their eyesight, run long distances in the mountains and fields for several days and nights to enhance their physical strength, and constantly hit rocks to improve their endurance.
All these are far more difficult than training skin and bones.
Therefore, most warriors who practice body-building boxing are tough and durable and have outstanding physical strength.
After watching so many competitions, Zhao Lin gradually had a clearer understanding of his own strength.
At present, it seems that they should be able to occupy a place in the quarterfinals, and the real challenge will come next.
However, every competition cannot be taken lightly. In this round, the top 16 disciples in terms of boxing power have already been defeated.
Interestingly, while watching the battle, Zhao Lin saw the Weizi disciple named Bukan who was suspected of having obsessive-compulsive disorder.
In addition to constantly talking to himself, this person also made various trivial actions. His combat prowess was quite impressive, and he actually advanced to the top of his group.
Zhao Lin's eyes flashed and he thought to himself: "If I were to fight against him, there are many ways to deal with him!"
"The group competition is about to end. What do the three masters think? Can any of our disciples in Dai Viet enter the top four?"
In the stands, Shangguan Xi asked with great interest.
Shangguan Xi himself is a second-level Qi realm martial artist, and his strength cannot be compared with the elder disciples present. However, he has watched martial arts competitions for many years, and he still has some vision and experience.
In his opinion, Zhao Lin ranks second in boxing power, but he is too young, and his performance is not as impressive as Basan and Borta. It is too difficult to defeat these two to win the championship.
The three disciples, He Liancheng, Xiao Jin, and Huang Guanglie, were old enough and experienced enough, but their strength was obviously different from the top ones.
So he didn't have much hope of winning the championship, and he only asked if he could enter the top four.
The head of Liyang Sect sighed softly, "If He Liancheng can enter the top eight, he will face Borta in the fourth quarter."
After saying that, he remained silent, which meant clearly that He Liancheng had little hope of defeating Borta.
The head of the Zhennan Sect also shook his head and gave a wry smile: "Huang Guanglie's boxing power is ranked fourteenth. When he was sixteenth and eighth, he also faced Borta."
Shangguan Xi saw that Lu Chaohuan was silent and asked: "Master Lu, this time in Vietnam there are three people who are among the best in boxing power. Do you have high hopes?"
Lu Chaohuan smiled brightly, "As long as these three people can successfully enter the top sixteen, I, the leader, will be satisfied. As for whether they can enter the top eight or even the top four, let's see how they perform on the spot!"
(End of chapter)
