The third match was between Yuan Shihong, a close disciple of Jinzuwu, and Lei Ming, a disciple of the Bare Fist sect.
The contestant named Yuan Shihong was unusually tall, nearly 2 meters tall. The most eye-catching thing was his thighs, which were three times as thick as an average person's. He looked like a ruthless character at first glance. The contestant named Lei Ming looks like a gibbon. Although he is not as tall as Yuan Shihong, his appearance is fierce and unusual, and he is not inferior in terms of power alone.
"Wow, that man's legs are so strong. He looks very strong at first glance." Guo Jia murmured to himself.
"Boy, don't just look at people based on their appearance. But that kid is really good and should be considered the favorite to win the championship. After all, he is a close disciple of Old Man Jin." Han Dan said, stroking his beard.
"Close disciple! What is that, the last disciple accepted by the leader?" Guo Jia said in surprise.
"Not bad." Han Dan replied.
"Then Master, who am I your disciple? Your personal disciple?" Guo Jia asked curiously.
"You, let me think about it, if you are said to be a disciple of Xue Dao but you have already officially become a master, then you can be regarded as an anonymous disciple for the time being." Han Dan said with a difficult expression.
"Is it okay to say that there are no anonymous disciples at all? Master, if you really feel embarrassed about me, just kick me out of the master's sect." Guo Jia said sadly and angrily.
"Hey, you are very likely to become a stain in my life. You should be grateful for admitting that you are my disciple. Okay, stop arguing and watch the battle." Han Dan said confidently.
Guo Jia was furious, but she didn't dare to choke.
At the same time, as the referee shouted "Start!", both sides began to get into stance and prepare to fight.
Thunder roared, and the muscles in both arms began to swell. The already thick arms grew larger. Not only that, the fist on his right arm became extremely red, as if he had been flushed with blood.
Yuan Shihong looked at Lei Ming indifferently, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards Lei Ming step by step without any unnecessary movements.
Lei Ming was overjoyed when he saw this. His original red blood fist move was used to strike from behind. Even his master said that his move was amazingly powerful. If he could hit the opponent directly, even a first-rate master would be severely injured. But his boxing technique has a fatal flaw. During the process of accumulating force, all the energy and blood in the whole body will be concentrated between the arms, and other parts of the body will become much slower. If he rushes forward and punches, he will be dodged. If you drop it, not only will it consume a lot of energy in vain, but you may also be countered by others.
Originally, Lei Ming's master did not support him using this move in a martial arts competition. After all, the shortcomings were too obvious, and his fists were filled with blood. Anyone who saw it would choose to avoid its edge. But Lei Ming knew that he couldn't defeat Yuan Shihong with ordinary means, so he made this strategy, betting that the other party would despise him and come directly to confront him head-on. So far, it seems that he made the right bet.
Seeing Yuan Shihong approaching step by step, Lei Ming began to become nervous. He was not afraid that his red blood fist was not powerful enough, but he was worried about what he would do if he missed it, although he felt that this kind of thing should not be serious. It might happen, but the opponent is the famous Yuan Shihong. Can he really win so easily?
Facts have proved that his idea was right. When Yuan Shihong was still two meters away from him, the opponent suddenly stopped. The overly nervous Lei Ming could no longer control his emotions and punched hard, but was hit by Yuan Shihong. The whip hit his face and knocked him unconscious.
However, Yuan Shihong did not give up. He blocked Lei Ming who was about to fall to the ground with one foot, and kicked Lei Ming out of the court with a side kick with the other foot. Yuan Shihong's kick was powerful enough. Although Lei Ming was not tall, He was tall, but he was still an adult of about 1.8 meters. This kick directly kicked him into the air more than ten meters high. If Bai Ce hadn't used telekinesis to catch Lei Ming, he would have been seriously injured at least.
Guo Jia secretly sighed in his heart: Come on, is this a person with physical development abilities? (After the omniscient system checked) Damn it, it’s true, then he is invincible.
"You kid, be careful. If I hadn't been here today, you would have killed someone!" Bai Ce warned angrily.
"Senior Bai, I didn't use any force. I stepped on his stomach and pushed him out. If I kicked him directly in the stomach, I would definitely be able to make a hole." Yuan Shihong said with a naive smile.
"Stop talking to me and leave immediately." Bai Ce replied angrily.
Yuan Shihong's words made Guo Jia's hair stand on end. He couldn't help but show a surprised expression to Han Dan. Upon seeing this, Han Dan explained: "He did this on purpose. Be more ruthless at first, and no one will overestimate their capabilities in the future." .”
"How do you say this?" Guo Jia asked.
"If you haven't been eliminated yet, what would you do if you met him?" Han Dan asked.
"Surrender directly." Guo Jia replied without hesitation.
"Now you understand. By doing this, he can make the next opponent who knows he is outmatched surrender directly. It can save a lot of energy and offend less people. Why not?" Han Dan analyzed everything thoroughly.
"So that's how it is, wonderful!" Guo Jia sighed.
The fourth match was between Gao Yue, the entry-level disciple of Ba Dao Sect, and Shen Qingling, the direct disciple of Jade Sword Sect.
Guo Jia's eyes suddenly lit up. After the fight, a woman finally appeared, and Shen Qingling seemed to be from the same sect as Bai Lian. She was wearing the same clothes as Bai Lian and her master.
Although Shen Qingling is not as handsome as Bai Lian, she has a heroic spirit between her eyebrows and a very outstanding temperament. She exudes a chivalrous demeanor that no one dares to underestimate. She also carries a sword behind her with a very elegant scabbard. Beautiful, jade-white scabbard.
And this guy named Gao Yue is very inconspicuous. He has dark skin, average appearance, and a little squinty eyes. He is not tall, only about 1.75 meters tall. He is similar to Guo Jia. The only conspicuous thing is his weapon. , is a long-handled broadsword, the shape is a bit like the Qinglong Yanyue Sword used by Guan Yunchang. The handle is made of bronze and looks very heavy, but Gao Yue can hold it in his hand with one hand, seemingly effortlessly.
"Hey, the old lady's eldest disciple is here." Han Dan sneered.
"Master, who do you think will win this game? Bai Lian's senior sister?" Guo Jia asked casually after hearing this.
"Hmph, I don't think so. This Gao Yue should have some ability. Generally speaking, those who participate in the martial arts competition are direct disciples of the master's lineage. This Gao Yue seems to be the apprentice of their master's uncle. His seniority Not low." Han Dan said coldly.
"So do you think Gao Yue will win this game?" Guo Jia continued to ask.
"I can only say that the outcome is unpredictable." Han Dan replied.
"Anyway, I think Bai Lian's senior sister will win." Guo Jia said to herself.
"You kid, are you so blind that you think someone will win just because the girl is pretty?" Han Dan suddenly said angrily.
"Master, you have a problem with my master, but I don't." Guo Jiayi pointed out.
"Do you dare to take a gamble with me? If Gao Yue wins, you will not be able to interrupt your practice for the next six months; if Shen Qingling wins, I will give you three days off." Han Dan suggested.
"Only three days? I won't do it." Guo Jia decisively refused.
"Then seven days?" Han Dan asked tentatively.
"Deal!" Upon hearing this, Guo Jia immediately agreed.
The referee had already called "start", but neither side had any intention of rushing to take action. Gao Yue cupped his fist at Shen Qingling and said: "Sister Shen, the sword has no eyes, you have to be careful."
Shen Qingling nodded and replied: "Same for you."
After saying this, Shen Qingling pulled out the sword behind him. It was a willow-leaf sword with green light, but the sword body was slender after all, which was different from the traditional willow-leaf sword.
When Han Dan saw this, he muttered: "It's just flashy and a broken sword."
Guo Jia rolled his eyes and sighed inwardly: Master, that's enough.
Seeing Shen Qingling draw out his sword, Gao Yue suddenly made a move that shocked the martial arts people present. He actually threw the long-handled sword directly at Shen Qingling. This surprise attack really startled Shen Qingling, but she was not a vegetarian. How could she be hurt by such a small trick? She moved the sword sideways to block the incoming blade.
However, Shen Qingling still underestimated Gao Yue's swing. The strength of the sword made her feel the arm holding the sword sore, and her body couldn't help but take a few steps back. Just when she stabilized her body and prepared to fight back, Gao Yue had already flown away. Rushing forward, he grasped the handle of the long-handled knife that was still hanging in the air with both arms, and used his own gravity, the strength of the sword swing, and the momentum of the pounce to hit Shen Qingling's sword blade hard. .
After receiving Gao Yue's blow from the front, Shen Qingjing's mouth suddenly burst open, and the willow leaf sword in his hand flew out. Now the winner was decided, Gao Yue pointed the tip of the sword at Shen Qingling's neck, and then quickly He quickly took it back, clasped his fist at him again and said, "Admit it."
Although she felt a little dissatisfied, Shen Qingling didn't say much and walked off the stage dejectedly. This time Gao Yue won.
Guo Jia's heart felt cold. He looked at Han Dan with a dull look on his face. The latter waved his hand at him and said, "I didn't expect Gao Yue to be so fierce. I'm willing to admit defeat."
