"Senior Brother He, how are you?"
Zhao Lin was the first to rush to He Liancheng. Worried that he was too seriously injured, he did not dare to help him up, but asked first.
"It's not in the way. It sounds loud, but actually...it's not bad."
He Liancheng gasped and bared his teeth.
Zhao Lin knew that he was working so hard to let himself know more about Bolta's strength, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Senior Brother He, I will help you up."
Other disciples also rushed over and helped to help He Liancheng back.
When Zhao Lin turned around, he glanced at the ring. Borta seemed to be aware of it and lowered his head to look over.
Their eyes met in the air, and each turned away with a sullen expression.
Back at the seat, several elders from the Liyang Sect came over to check.
Fortunately, because Borta had used part of his strength to form armor, his punching power had weakened, and He Liancheng's injuries were not serious.
After everyone settled down with He Liancheng, the last round of the quarterfinals battle began.
McQueen vs. Lai Tai-ching!
One is ranked fourth and the other is fifth in boxing strength. They are close in age and have similar cultivation levels.
McQueen practices the strength of both wind and fire attributes. His fists are as powerful as fire and his body moves like wind. Li Taiqing's yin wood palm is not afraid of being attacked, and the ancient vine strength is full of resilience.
The two are very close in all aspects of strength.
This battle actually lasted for hundreds of rounds. Both of them used their best skills to win, but they were still inseparable.
Everyone watching the match thought: "If we continue like this, no matter who wins this match, the next match against Basang will probably be a disaster."
McQueen and Li Taiqing also knew the joints and wanted to end the fight as soon as possible, but they couldn't do anything to each other.
The battle lasted until nearly noon, when the winner was finally decided.
To the surprise of most people, Lai Tai Ching won by knockout.
There was a burst of cheers from the Xiuzhao stands, and the sound shook the roof tiles, as if they had won the decisive battle.
The Weizi stand was completely silent. Among the top four, there was one player each from Uche, Dayue, Wushu, and Xiuzhao. Only Weizi did not enter.
Although Wu Che, Dayue and Wu Shu had nothing to do with each other, because of Huo Shan's incident, they did not want Wei Zi to get a good ranking, and there were many taunts and taunts.
There is a two-quarter-hour break between the quarter-finals and the semi-finals.
Basang, Zhao Lin, and Borta had already recovered their strength. Only Li Taiqing had just finished the fierce battle. He was taking medicine and meditating, and took the time to rest.
Two quarters of an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Elder Ruan of the Lotus Sect suddenly walked onto the stage and called a group of natives.
A dozen black and thin natives ran onto the ring with brooms, dustpans, buckets, and mops. They swept away dust and sprinkled water, and got busy.
When Basang's master Sa Tianci saw this, he frowned and stood up and said, "Elder Ruan, the time has come. Why is this? Why haven't you started yet?"
Elder Ruan quickly smiled and said: "I was about to announce the start when I found a lot of dust on the ring. If it is not wiped off in time, it will be bad if the ground slips and affects the competition."
"Elder Sa, don't worry, wait a moment."
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xiuzhao was trying to buy Li Taiqing some time to recover and used a small off-the-chart move.
But it's not despicable, it's just taking advantage of the host's advantage and taking advantage of it.
Sa Tianci opened his mouth, but finally said nothing. Xiuzhao was too embarrassed to delay for too long, so he spent some time over a cup of tea and finally announced the start of the competition.
Basang and Li Taiqing walked onto the ring, clasped their fists and saluted each other. After hearing Elder Ruan's order, they moved at the same time.
As soon as Basang made a move, he performed his famous stunt in this court meeting - Thunder Blade Fist.
The strength of the fist was like saw teeth, and the lightning was wrapped around the arm. The speed was so fast that the air was torn apart at the moment of punching, making a sharp whistle.
Li Taiqing also punched, but he did not dare to fight with Basang with all his strength. He took a weak step with his feet, and the moment the two fists touched, he retreated to release his strength.
Even so, Li Taiqing felt the power of the Thunder Blade Fist. The strong impact shook him back seven or eight steps, and his entire arm almost lost consciousness.
Basang nodded slightly, and the strength in his hand was very strong. This was the first time in this battle that someone could confront him head-on. He immediately stepped up and shouted: "Very good, come again!"
Another thunder blade punch.
This time, Li Taiqing did not choose to hit him head-on. He turned slightly to the side and used one arm to rotate externally and use Yinmu Palm.
He used a mane-splitting pose and used the force-transforming method of four or two thousand pounds, so that he didn't need to withstand all the attack power of Basang.
However, the power of Basang's punch was still beyond his expectation. His palm touched Basang's fist, and he was unable to resolve all the force, and was shocked back several steps.
Basang received a Yin Wood palm. He didn't feel anything at first. After half a breath, he suddenly felt a silent force coming on him. His arm felt like thorns and thorns, and it felt like needles.
Li Taiqing's strength was stronger than everyone expected. Although he was at a disadvantage in the first thirty rounds, he was able to fight back and forth with Basang.
However, his strength was inferior after all, and he had consumed too much energy in the previous battle. When the fight lasted for more than forty rounds, he was somewhat exhausted.
Basang suddenly increased his speed without warning and punched three times!
…
"Senior brother, I have good news and bad news for you. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Li Taiqing slowly opened his eyes and heard a sweet and soft voice.
He sat up from the bed and found himself in a clean and tidy room. His junior sister He Yun was standing beside the bed, looking at him with her big eyes.
"Brother, how do you feel?"
Li Taiqing subconsciously looked down at his body. He was still wearing the warrior robe he had just competed with, and wondered: "Why am I here? What happened just now?"
He Yun did not answer, but repeated the previous question: "Good news or bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"
Li Taiqing was confused, "What good news and bad news?"
He Yun smiled and said: "You choose one."
Li Taiqing knew that his junior sister liked to make mischief, so he had no choice but to say casually: "Hear the bad news first."
"The bad news is that you failed to withstand Basang's thunder blade fist, fell from the ring, and temporarily lost consciousness."
"I was so anxious that I cried, but the elder said that your injury was not serious and you will be fine when you wake up. Look, you will be fine after lying down for two hours!"
He Yun said seriously.
"so long!"
Li Taiqing was slightly surprised, but what happened was similar to what he had guessed, and his expression was a little sad.
I still lost...
He Yun's eyes flashed, "Senior brother, you haven't asked for good news yet?"
"Any more good news?"
"The good news is... you performed very well today, and the elders are all praising you!"
He Yun said playfully.
Hearing what his junior sister said, Li Taiqing suddenly felt that losing to Basang was no big deal. A smile appeared on his knife-like face, and he stood up and stretched.
Glancing out the window, he saw that the sky was already dark, and he suddenly thought of a question: "Junior sister, who won the second game between Zhao Lin and Borta?"
(End of chapter)
