"Are you two ready?"
After about a while of tea time, the arbitration elder asked Zhao Lin and Wei Shi.
"Ready."
"Disciple is fine too."
The two of them each responded, walked to their respective positions, and held the ceremony from a distance.
"let's start!"
After the elder gave the order, neither Zhao Lin nor Wei Shi hesitated and moved at the same time.
Both of them were extremely fast, and the disciples watching from the sidelines could only see two tall figures rushing toward each other like meteors.
The difference was that while Zhao Lin was charging forward, he pinched a magic formula in his hand, and the ice aura quickly gathered.
It can be seen from the previous battles that minor adult level spells cannot cause substantial damage to the fourth level of body tempering.
But this does not mean that physical training is not afraid of magic.
The same spell, hitting different parts of the body, will cause different damage.
Zhao Lin is a martial arts practitioner and is well aware of the weaknesses of the human body.
Halfway through the run, the spell was ready. Zhao Lin quickly raised his hand and shot out a shining silver ice blade, hitting Wei Shi's left side directly.
The soft rib refers to the eleventh and twelfth ribs of the human body. The first ten ribs are connected end to end to the sternum or the previous rib. Only the heads of these two ribs are free and extremely fragile.
Of course, the throat, temples and other places were afraid of being attacked, but the target was too small and easy to avoid. It was difficult for Zhao Lin to ensure his accuracy while running, so he chose to attack its weak points.
Even though Wei Shi's body was made of copper poured into iron, if his weak ribs were hit, it would definitely be too much.
Wei Shi saw at a glance where the ice knife was attacking, and was slightly surprised. He immediately lowered his shoulders and clenched his fist, and punched the ice knife.
boom!
The ice blade collided with his fist, and ice shards suddenly flew out, turning into a ball of white air that spread out.
Wei Shi's figure also paused due to this punch.
This is exactly the result Zhao Lin wants.
The two sides collide and exchange fists. Strength is the key, but speed cannot be ignored.
One person punches with speed, and the other person stands still. Even if the two people are equal in strength, the former has the upper hand. This is the advantage brought by speed.
Zhao Lin used the ice blade technique not to hit Wei Shi, but to slow down his speed.
After a few breaths, the two were less than ten feet apart.
Zhao Lin condensed the ice energy and struck a Sky Frost Fist. The fist gradually condensed into ice and expanded into a giant white fist the size of a vinegar bowl.
Now that his Tianshuang Fist has been fully cultivated, it no longer only contains the frost energy, but directly turns the ice spirit energy into ice crystals to cover the fist.
Wei Shi also punched out, and the fist was glowing with green light. It was layered and densely packed. At first glance, it looked like it was covered with a layer of scales.
Green Scale Fist!
At the beginning of body tempering, the physical body is tempered with spiritual energy, and the remaining energy is accumulated in the meridians, which is similar to the true energy of a martial artist, and from this, martial arts-like techniques are developed.
The Green Scale Fist stacks the spiritual energy in the flesh and blood on the fist, which can directly resist spells and magic weapons. It is extremely strong!
boom!
The two fists collided, and Zhao Lin's body just swayed with the force of his forward thrust.
However, the power coming from the opponent's fist was so amazing that the energy and blood in his body surged, and he was unable to catch the second move for a while, and the cold air on the Tianshuang fist was instantly resolved.
Wei Shi was distracted from dealing with the ice blade technique, so his speed was slower. Although he withstood Zhao Lin's fist, he also took a step back.
"What a strong force!"
Wei Shi was shocked. He had been practicing Taoism for three years and had fought countless opponents. He had also fought against martial arts cultivators, but no matter whether he won or lost, he had never suffered a loss in strength.
Why is this martial arts practitioner on the second level of Qi Refining so powerful?
Unexpectedly, Zhao Lin was also surprised, but he quickly regained his breath. Taking advantage of the opponent's retreat, he swayed, stretched out his five claws, and struck a three-yin claw on the head.
Wei Shi turned his palm over and waved it forward to meet him.
The two men engaged in close combat.
Although Zhao Lin practices Taoism every day, his martial arts has never fallen behind. He practices boxing at least once a day, and the memory of martial arts has long been integrated into his bones.
Wei Shi's physical body was strong and tyrannical, as if it were made of fine steel, and his punches and kicks were extremely fierce.
The figures of the two people intertwined, and the sound of collisions like drums kept coming from the field.
"This isn't a fight, it's clearly a martial arts contest."
"Oh, a good performance has turned into a martial arts competition."
"Don't tell me, the fighting is wonderful, more beautiful than the fighting..."
The monks watching the battle had different expressions. Some shook their heads and sighed, while others clapped their hands and cheered.
"Who do you think is more powerful?"
"It's no need to ask. We also fight for the body, and physical training overcomes martial arts. Of course Wei Shi is stronger."
"Not necessarily? Why do I think Zhao Lin is better?"
In order to prevent losses in close combat, monks will practice some martial arts, but most of them are for self-protection and are not in-depth. Compared with real martial arts, there is a big gap.
They watched for a long time and could only watch the excitement. They couldn't tell which of the two was stronger and weaker. For a while, everyone had different opinions.
Zhao Lin started from the skin training in the strength realm until he broke through the innate realm. His whole body was filled with energy and blood. In addition, he absorbed the souls of Xiong Zhu and Jin leopard, and his physique was already incomparable to that of ordinary martial artists.
It had been many years since he had encountered an opponent of similar strength, and he couldn't help but enjoy it.
Although Wei Shi had only practiced for three years, because he was in the world of spiritual energy, he had a great advantage from the beginning, and his strength and speed were not at a disadvantage.
But Zhao Lin's nearly twenty years of experience in martial arts was something he did not possess.
After dozens of rounds, the situation on the field gradually changed.
The more Wei Shi fought, the more difficult it became, not because he was physically exhausted, but because his moves were steadily suppressed by Zhao Lin. Every move he made was part of Zhao Lin's calculations.
He knew that if he continued to fight, he would be defeated sooner or later, so he couldn't help but freeze his eyes, and continuously stepped back to avoid Zhao Lin's attack. He suddenly closed his palms and struck down vertically.
I saw a long tongue of fire spurting out from both palms, heading towards Zhao Lin who was more than ten feet away.
If one does not cultivate the spiritual aperture through physical cultivation, the spiritual energy cannot reach far, so he is not good at attacking from a distance.
In order to reverse this disadvantage, physical training usually starts from the middle stage of Qi refining, and a technique that can attack long distances will be practiced.
Wei Shi's move is called the Flame Spear. He uses his own fire spirit roots to transform his spiritual energy into fire energy, and then uses his energy to release it outwards.
Without cultivating the spiritual aperture, the spiritual energy cannot reach far, but it can be used at will within three feet, which is enough to have an unexpected effect in a battle.
Wei Shi originally used this Flame Spear move to deal with Fang Qinglu, but seeing that he was about to lose to Zhao Lin, he had to use it early.
Zhao Lin had experienced many battles and had already seen clues from the opponent's movements. While following up, he used the Wind Control Technique and slashed with his palm.
The palm force whipped up a strong wind, forming a half-moon-shaped sword that was more than five feet long.
The sword slashed with azure light, and it was a slash in the air!
The flame spear slashed through the air, and instantly a ball of flame several feet high rose up between the two of them. The remaining power did not dissipate, and it attacked the two of them separately.
Bang bang!
Zhao Lin and Wei Shi took a few steps back at the same time.
(End of chapter)
