Zhao Lin stood on the ring and did not feel nervous, but everyone in Dai Yue watching the battle, especially the elders of the Xingyun Sect, had sweaty palms.
If someone had told them before the competition that two disciples from the Xingyun Sect would reach the top sixteen, and one of them would reach the top eight, they would definitely be satisfied.
But when this day comes, I hope to go further.
Zhao Lin and Mu Heli are both tall and burly, with broad shoulders and long legs. When they stood on the ring, if it weren't for the different colors of their training uniforms, it would be hard to tell who they were at first glance.
Muheli raised his hands and clasped his fists, suddenly grinned, and said without thinking: "What a coincidence, this is my Wushu against Dai Viet, and the next one will be the same."
When Borta faced He Liancheng at the end, Zhao Lin didn't know why he mentioned this, so he didn't answer and just cupped his hands, "That's a coincidence."
Muheli added: "I know your goal is to defeat Bolta, but you have to pass me first!"
"good!"
Zhao Lin stopped talking and raised his fist to signal the start of the competition.
Upon seeing this, Elder Ruan shouted loudly: "Get in position, one, two, three!"
As soon as the word "three" was spoken, Zhao Lin and Mu Heli rushed towards each other at the same time.
Before he could get close, Mu Heli suddenly turned around and raised his leg, kicking out a whip kick with straight toes and fierce force.
He knew that he was not as powerful as Zhao Lin, so he wanted to take advantage of him.
This is a smart opponent!
An idea came to Zhao Lin's mind, and he immediately raised his arm to block it without evading it.
boom!
Zhao Lin's upper body swayed, and before he could regain his balance, he punched forward.
Mu Heli quickly retracted his leg, ignored the incoming punch, stood still, and launched his leg to sweep Zhao Lin's left cross.
A lose-lose approach!
Zhao Lin was shocked. If he didn't hold back his fist, he would definitely hit the opponent first, but he would also hit the opponent's leg.
What support does he have to dare to do this?
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Lin didn't have time to think carefully. He turned around and met the opponent's flying kick. He was shocked and took two steps back.
Mu Heli gained momentum with one move, and immediately followed up with a cleft palm, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Zhao Lin opened his palms and saw the sneer on the other side's lips, and suddenly understood.
Muheli mentioned at the beginning that if he wanted to fight Borta, he should get through him first.
Borta is very strong, and he must maintain enough physical strength, let alone get injured, otherwise even if he wins this match, he will not be able to beat Borta in the next game.
It was precisely because of this that Muheli had the confidence to fight with himself.
"It turned out to be a wishful thinking, to use the next game to gain an advantage in this game!"
Several elders in the Dai Viet stands also thought about it. Elder Jin Shi snorted coldly, "Is Wu Shu playing with us for one?"
Yang Lin said in a deep voice: "Xiasi versus Shangsi, of course they will not lose."
"This... we have been analyzing the tactics for a long time, but we didn't expect this level."
"Don't worry, Zhao Lin should be able to handle it..."
Suddenly, the two men fought for seven or eight rounds in the ring. Muheli repeated his old tricks, ignoring Zhao Lin's claw on his shoulder, and punched Zhao Lin in the chest.
Zhao Lin sneered in his heart, did he really think he didn't dare to fight?
This time he didn't flinch, his posture remained unchanged, and his five claws were like lightning.
Mu Heli was surprised, he didn't expect Zhao Lin to dare to fight with him, but immediately a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
He has been practicing body-building boxing for more than ten years and insists on polishing his skin and muscles every day. He has a strong ability to withstand blows. Even if he is hit by a claw first, he is confident that he can give Zhao Lin a heavy blow and recover faster.
Thinking of this, he kept fisting, gathering the remaining energy to protect his body.
But soon he stopped laughing.
Zhao Lin's claw was very cold and filled with yin energy. Before it even touched his body, he felt a chill, and goosebumps instantly appeared on his skin.
puff!
Zhao Lin grabbed Zhongmuheli, and the ice energy was released.
The body-building boxing is one of the rare exercises that does not have the power of strength. There is no problem of mutual reinforcement and mutual restraint. However, it could not withstand the true energy of the ice and died down in an instant.
Mu Heli only felt the cold air penetrate into his body, his shoulders were in sharp pain, and his body was trembling. The punch he punched became soft and weak, and he lightly touched Zhao Lin's chest.
Zhao Lin had already expected this result. When he caught the opponent, he blasted out a stone roaring fist.
Muheli stepped back more than a dozen steps, staggered, and managed to hold on without falling.
Seeing how resistant the opponent was, Zhao Lin stepped forward with flying steps and pounced on him as swiftly as a leopard.
Facing the violent attack, Muheli held on for several rounds before finally falling to the ground.
"Won!"
"Zhao Lin won..."
The Dai Viet disciples cheered and waved their fists vigorously. Yang Lin, Lu Chaohuan and others also stood up excitedly and looked at each other with joy.
There was silence in the Wushu stands. Elder Gao Yun sighed, "If I read it correctly, the move just now was the Three Yin Claws. No one has used this technique in Dayue for a long time..."
Another elder also looked solemn and glanced at Borta, who was about to compete on stage, "I didn't expect that this Zhao Lin actually practices dual-attribute skills!"
Borta also realized this, and looked at Zhao Lin with a bit more solemnity.
In fact, Zhao Lin used Tianshuang Fist against Yi Rihao during the group battle.
However, the nine arenas started fighting at the same time, and everyone in Wushu was focused on the performance of their disciples, so they didn't notice.
"It turns out he didn't try his best yesterday!"
In the Xiuzhao stands, Jiang Pu shook his head slightly, and then felt relieved.
When he lost to Zhao Lin yesterday, he was still unwilling to accept it. After watching the match just now, he realized that the gap between him and Zhao Lin was not what he thought.
In the third game, He Liancheng played against Borta.
He Liancheng's strength was far inferior to that of Bolta, but metal energy was indestructible. Except for fire energy, energy of any other attribute could not directly defeat him.
During the fight, Borta also had to avoid his edge.
He Liancheng's attack was sharp as soon as he came up. His energy turned into a scimitar attached to his arm, slashing horizontally and vertically, aggressively.
Coupled with his swiftness and dexterity, he was able to fight for more than ten rounds without losing.
Borta became increasingly anxious. In the first two games, Basang and Zhao Lin both won within 20 moves. With his goal of winning the championship, how could he be inferior to the two of them?
Besides, if the fight continues like this, too much energy will be consumed, and he will suffer a loss if he fights Zhao Lin again soon.
The opponent must be eliminated immediately!
Thinking of this, he stamped his feet and activated his body gathering technique. In an instant, he came to He Liancheng and struck out with a heavy mountain punch.
He Liancheng had been on guard against this move for a long time. While flying back, he struck out with a counterattack palm.
Borta smiled coldly, took a step forward, trembled, and dozens of earth-attribute energies spilled out of his mountain-like body, forming an armor as thick as sand and a wall.
Crack!
He Liancheng slashed his palm on Bolta's energy armor, making a sound like a knife scraping gravel.
boom!
Borta punched He Liancheng flying out and landed under the ring.
(End of chapter)
