Two sharp roars.
The Sky-Splitting Slash and the Wolf-Sealing Slash missed each other and went straight to the vital points of both sides.
The eyes of all the Yuanjing elders in the stands were twitching. They thought, do these two people not want their lives?
Such a strong attack hits the body, and the skin will peel off even if it is not dead.
Basang's master, Sa Tianci, was overjoyed when he saw this. Zhao Lin actually dared to fight with his beloved disciple. He was simply looking for death!
Before Basang joined the sect and formally practiced martial arts, he had been living a savage life in Fenglang Mountain.
Relying on his strong body and the arduous training comparable to that of a martial artist, he survived the life-and-death struggle with wild beasts and even alien beasts.
As a Yuanjing elder of Wushu, Sa Tianci had seen thousands of warriors, but none of them could compare with Basang's physical talent.
"Bang bang" twice.
Zhao Lin and Basang were hit by each other's slashing force.
If Zhao Lin was struck by lightning, he immediately flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
The Wolf-Sealing Slash with strong thunder energy was extremely destructive, and the pain quickly spread from the chest to the whole body.
The world was spinning, and although he was still conscious, he couldn't move a finger.
"Am I...losing?"
Zhao Lin's heart sank, he raised his eyelids with difficulty, and glanced across.
Finally relieved.
Like himself, Basang also lay on the ground and couldn't get up.
In order to strengthen the power of the Wolf-Sealing Slash, Basang exerted his energy almost unreservedly, and was directly overturned by the huge impact of the Air-Sealing Slash.
His body slid a few feet against the ground and half of his body leaned out of the ring.
Basang felt that all the energy in his body had been knocked out by the slash. Although his consciousness was extremely clear, his muscles and bones seemed to be frozen, and they were completely inoperable.
The two men lay motionless on the ring. Everyone watching was stunned. Elder Ruan, who was in charge of the arbitration, was also stunned.
If he falls to the ground, he loses, but how does it count if two people fall to the ground at the same time?
Elder Ruan quickly took out the parchment, read the rules again, and read them out loud.
"If two people fall to the ground at the same time and no one stands up within ten breaths, it will be a draw."
"If someone stands up within ten breaths and the other person cannot, the competition is over and the first person to stand up wins."
Even many elders don't know this rule, because this kind of situation has not been seen in martial arts competitions for many years.
"I started counting, one breath..."
Elder Ruan shouted loudly, but stopped as soon as he started.
Because both Zhao Lin and Basang have stood up.
Zhao Lin panted for a while, and after listening to Elder Ruan's recitation of the competition rules, he immediately rested his elbows on the ground and stood up slowly.
Basang turned over, knelt on one knee, barely supported his body with both hands, and gradually stood upright.
Although both of them stood up, they looked quite embarrassed.
There was a big hole in Zhao Lin's training uniform, leaving only the cloth hanging on his shoulders and arms. Basang's short robe was cut off in the middle, and the hem was broken and scattered.
"He... actually stood up!"
Sa Tianci was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
Lu Chaohuan, Yang Lin, and the elders of the Xingyun Sect clenched their fists nervously, secretly sweating for Zhao Lin.
Elder Ruan coughed and asked, "Can you two still fight? If you are seriously injured and want to withdraw, you can raise your hands to signal."
Neither Zhao Lin nor Basang said anything.
Elder Ruan nodded, "Okay, let's continue the competition."
Bolta, McQueen, Li Taiqing, Mu Heli...these high-ranking disciples who originally thought they had the ability to compete with the two of them were all convinced when they saw this.
Not to mention the strength that the two of them had already displayed, just with the two moves of splitting the air and sealing the wolf, they asked themselves that no matter which move they took, they would never be able to stand up like Zhao Lin and Basang.
Zhao Lin felt that he had regained some strength, looked directly at Basang, and began to evaluate the current situation.
There is a dull pain in the chest and ribs on both sides, and the pain is excruciating at the slightest pull. The main meridians are damaged, the energy cannot flow smoothly, and the limbs are soft and numb...
The injury is serious, but he can still fight!
"My body has been transformed and no one can resist it better than me."
"Basang is at the second level of the Blood Realm, and his cultivation level is higher than mine. We cannot let him continue to recover."
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin walked slowly towards Basang with broken steps.
The more times like this, the more you have to grit your teeth and persevere. If you feel uncomfortable, your opponent may feel even more uncomfortable than you!
When Basang saw Zhao Lin approaching, he was startled at first, then a cruel look flashed in his eyes, and he immediately rushed forward to meet him.
He could have been waiting for work, but he happened to be standing on the edge of the ring and had to get out of danger immediately.
The two walked three steps away from each other and punched at the same time, aiming at the opponent's left rib.
The attacker is the active side and saves energy during the fight than the defender. If he hides, it means giving up the initiative and falling into a passive position.
Therefore, the two people did not dodge and allowed the opponent's fist to hit them. At the same time, they applied force on their hands to give the opponent a heavy blow.
With two muffled sounds, Zhao Lin and Basang staggered backwards, their facial features twitching in pain and their faces distorted. They took a few deep breaths before regaining their balance.
The two suddenly discovered that their strength had seriously declined due to injuries, and their combat power was basically equivalent to the initial stage of Qi Realm.
Fortunately, the same goes for the person opposite...
Neither one hesitated and pounced on the other again.
The state has temporarily fallen, and powerful skills cannot be used. Between the two of you, you punch and I kick, returning to the most primitive fighting method.
Everyone watching the battle, whether they were Yuan Realm elders or Blood Realm disciples, were speechless. Even the natives who were cleaning the venue were dumbfounded...
Unconsciously, the sun came over the school field, scorching the two people who were fighting in the ring.
After fighting for nearly an hour, Basang was panting like an ox, his physical strength was gradually exhausted, and his fist speed was getting slower and slower.
Zhao Lin's movement skills also slowed down, but his energy remained unabated, and his moves were still methodical.
Absorbing the souls of Old Scalper and Xiong Zhen not only gave him extraordinary strength, but also long endurance.
The advantage of endurance is revealed at this moment.
A look of worry flashed through Sa Tian's eyes. His beloved disciple's physical strength had reached its limit. How could Zhao Lin still be so vigorous?
Lu Chaohuan could see that Zhao Lin had the potential to win and could hardly believe his own judgment. He looked back at Yang Lin and whispered: "Zhao Lin..."
Yang Lin didn't speak, only nodded slightly.
Basang became more and more anxious and began to completely ignore Zhao Lin's attacks, using a life-threatening strategy that would hurt both sides.
This is a sign of weakness and lack of physical strength.
At this time, Zhao Lin no longer fought hard with Basang, but relied on his physical advantage to steadily control the battle.
He only occasionally counterattacked with one and a half moves, but it was difficult for Basang to resist.
After fighting for more than twenty rounds, Basang suddenly roared, punched left and right with his fists, forming an encircling posture, and rushed towards Zhao Lin.
I want to hug and throw!
Zhao Lin saw through Basang's thoughts at a glance and immediately thrust out a palm in the middle. Before being hit by Basang's fist, Zhao Lin pressed his fingertips against his chest.
Then he put his five fingers together and used the Cun Fist for the second time, knocking Basang back several steps with one punch.
He quickly followed up with his steps and raised his arm to hit Basang with his elbow.
This move of "Nine Knots Picking the Elbow" was learned from Jiang Pu.
After the fight with Jiang Pu the day before yesterday, Yang Lin taught Zhao Lin the nine-knot elbow move during the review.
Zhao Lin had an idea and suddenly used this move.
Basang had no time to think about it and subconsciously raised his fist to block.
Zhao Lin's forearm immediately popped out like a strung-up crossbow, and his fist hit Basang's shoulder.
Then with five fingers, he grabbed one of Basang's arms and threw him out of the ring with all his strength.
thump!
Basan landed on his back.
Everyone in the Dai Viet Grandstand stood up and let out deafening cheers. The leader and a group of elders also celebrated with the disciples regardless of their dignity.
Only Shangguan Xi'an, an official from the Ministry of Rites, was sitting in his seat with tears streaming down his face. He looked up to the sky and murmured to himself: "God bless Dai Viet, God bless Dai Viet..."
(Volume 1, end)
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