One night passed...
On the day of the decisive battle, a red sun rose slowly and the blue sky was clear.
Xiuzhao, Dayue and Wuche who participated in the decisive battle arrived at the school early, and Wushu and Weizi also arrived later.
The topic everyone is talking about is, without exception, about today's decisive battle.
The head and elders of the Fierce Flame Sect didn't look very good. The sect's record was mediocre, but Zhao Lin and Basang met in the decisive battle. Thinking about their age, I couldn't explain how they felt.
In the Wushu stands, a bearded man said carelessly: "It's a pity that there isn't even a gambling house in the mountains. Otherwise, I really want to bet on both hands."
The white-faced man next to him turned his head and said with interest: "Brother Bayan, who can you take as prisoner?"
The bearded man said simply: "Zhao Lin."
The white-faced man said in surprise: "No way, I asked several brothers and they all think Basang has a good chance of winning."
The bearded man waved his big hand and said: "You don't understand this. There is a handicap in the gambling house. According to the current situation, the handicap is probably Basang will pay one for two, and Zhao Lin will pay two for one. But I think the two of them The strength is very close, even if we open one to pay one, it’s almost the same.”
The white-faced man nodded, "I didn't expect you to think so highly of Zhao Lin."
The bearded man said: "Zhao Lin was just not famous before, but his performance in the past two rounds has been very strong. Just because Basang became famous early, can't he definitely win by practicing thunder attribute skills?"
"It makes sense. I was lucky enough to watch the first two martial arts competitions. The one who is favored before the battle may not win. Alas, these two people are twenty and fourteen. They are so young!"
"Who says it's not the case? It feels like all my years of training have been in vain compared to them..."
In front of the Dai Viet stands, Zhao Lin moved his body and hummed a tune.
Before a battle, it is inevitable to feel nervous. Zhao Lin knew that many athletes in previous lives listened to music to relieve stress before competition.
Now I don’t have the conditions to listen to music, so I just hum songs from my memory.
"How many times have I fallen on the road?
How many times have I broken my wings?
Now I no longer feel hesitant
I want to transcend this ordinary luxury
I want to be in full bloom..."
When the time came, Elder Ruan announced that the decisive battle had begun.
Zhao Lin exhaled, arched his hands towards the Dayue stand, then walked quickly to the ring and climbed up the steps.
Basang also stepped onto the ring. The two looked at each other, and both saw the determination to win in the other's eyes.
Elder Ruan raised his palm and shouted: "Take your positions, one, two, three!" After speaking, his palm suddenly fell down.
Zhao Lin and Basang jumped out at the same time, like two meteors violently colliding together.
Basang unleashed a thunder blade punch, which he has been doing consistently since the start of the match.
Zhao Lin did not use detours and evasive tactics as people expected, but directly used the Tianshuang Fist in a head-on confrontation.
boom!
There was a muffled thunder in the arena.
Zhao Lin and Basang each took two steps back and stood still.
have equal shares.
This is the first time so far that someone dares to box with Basang without losing.
Zhao Lin finally felt the power of thunder energy. The energy spread out and his body trembled, as if he was electrocuted.
Basang was not having a good time either. A cold and cold breath hit him, and the energy in his body stagnated for a moment, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.
"good!"
Basang shouted, stepped forward and punched again, his arms wrapped with lightning, dazzling in the sun.
Zhao Lin's eyes narrowed and he followed up with a fist to meet him.
This time he did not use Tianshuang Fist, but added wind energy to the ordinary Shixiao Fist, hoping to see the effect of changing the energy.
The green light flows from the fist edge, and the energy is layered upon layers.
There was another muffled sound, and the two figures separated.
Zhao Lin recovered faster this time, feeling mixed with joy and sorrow.
The resistance effect of wind energy is obviously better than that of ice energy, but it is a pity that it is practiced relatively late, and the energy is not enough, so it cannot be used at will.
"Enough, come again!"
Basang growled, his shoulders sank, and he punched for the third time.
Zhao Lin didn't want to continue to fight head on. His thunder attribute attack was invincible for nothing, so he immediately moved his body to one side from the middle palace to the "Xun" position.
Although Basang had never practiced footwork, he had the intuition of a beast. He punched the air, then immediately stepped forward and punched Zhao Lin in the head.
Zhao Lin used his rain-overturning and cloud-overturning power, stepped aside lightly, then moved forward again, quickly grabbing a claw and holding it directly under the opponent's armpit.
The two fight in a simple and fast manner, and their moves are never sloppy.
Basang's attack was fierce, his fists were fierce, and every punch was delivered with extremely high force.
Zhao Lin absorbed the spirit of the gold-eating rat, and his strength increased a bit, even higher than Basang. However, his strength was restrained, so he tried not to fight with him, but used his body skills to deal with it.
The two men were moving faster and faster, so fast that most of the disciples in the stands couldn't see clearly.
It can only be seen roughly that Basang's punches are faster, while Zhao Lin's body skills are faster.
"Most of my ice energy has been consumed, and Basang seems to be deliberately controlling the consumption of thunder energy. If the fight continues, the outcome may still be a matter of uncertainty..."
"It's time to bring out the cards."
After seventy or eighty rounds of fighting, thoughts flashed through Zhao Lin's mind.
The air-cleaving slash can attack a distance of nearly two and a half feet. It is an absolute weapon. Especially when the opponent is unaware of it, the first time it is used it will definitely catch people off guard.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin deliberately punched Basang, pretending that he could not bear the strength and exposed a flaw in his defense.
Basang immediately took a lunge and pounced over.
The acupoints on Zhao Lin's back spurted powerful energy, and his body swayed continuously, rushing forward like a snake.
The two figures were staggered, no more than five feet apart.
"The time has come!"
Zhao Lin used the Wind Control Technique and slashed hard with his palm, whipping up a fierce wind and forming a half-moon-shaped sword that was more than two feet long.
The sword slashed with blue light, extremely sharp, and went straight to Basang's chest and ribs.
Cut through the air!
At the same moment, Basang showed a ferocious smile, turned his palm and pulled out a broad-backed and thick-edged machete.
Electric light burst out, and the blade was covered with serrations, and the surface was ridged, like the fangs of a wild beast, and it was actually nearly two feet long.
Seal the wolf and kill it!
The target of the attack was the same as Zhao Lin's, coming straight to his chest.
Zhao Lin was shocked. He didn't expect Basang to use the Wolf-Sealing Slash at this time, but the Sky-Splitting Slash had already been used...
Basang was also shocked. Only then did he realize that Zhao Lin also had a hand in reserve, and judging from the sword slash, it was no less powerful than his own Wolf-Sealing Slash.
Neither of them hesitated. Instead of dodging, they mobilized their energy and attacked each other with all their strength.
Because at this time it is too late to hide, and you can't hide completely. Giving up the attack will only lead to quick defeat.
When two strong men meet, the brave one wins, so why not fight head-on and maximize your attacks.
As for whether it can withstand the opponent's attack, that is not a question to consider now.
Splitting the air and sealing the wolf!
Almost everyone in the stands stood up and stared nervously at the ring...
(End of chapter)
