Martial Arts Master - Chapter 586

[Chapter 125 Do Your Best]

“In the second round, Fang Zhirong wins!”

Hearing the referee’s announcement, and looking at Lou Cheng’s back, Fang Zhirong was stunned on the spot, and his blood surged, embarrassed and angry, his fists clenched. ring.

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“He’s not badly injured, those two blows should be implosion punches…” In the live broadcast room, the host Liu Chang said half in amazement and half in search of confirmation.

However, he didn’t hear the expected answer, whether it was affirmative or negative, the silence around him was eerie.

what happened?

Liu Chang turned his head to the side, looked at his partner, and saw He Xiaowei’s expression was dull, his lips were pursed, his face was blue and red, and he looked like he was not possessed.

Hiss, what does Fang Zhirong’s injury have to do with you?

Why is it like losing all of your family property?

Liu Chang was confused and full of doubts.

At this moment, his mind flashed, he remembered something from before, and instantly understood the whole story:

He Xiaowei cursed and swore that if the emperor can win the championship, he will shave all the hair on his head!

After receiving two implosion punches from the weak and inhuman, Fang Zhirong’s injury cannot be recovered in three to five days. When he fights in the imperial capital, he can still exert 50% of his strength even if he is powerful!

It seems that the casual poisonous milk has to give way to the “well-prepared” kind!

Liu Chang looked up and down He Xiaowei’s head, his mouth pursed tightly, his cheeks and neck trembled, and he forcibly held back his smile.

It seems that I can probably look forward to it…

What kind of scene will it be… I ca

n’t help it, hahahaha!

…………

All the way back to the seat, seeing everyone still a little stunned, Lou Cheng asked with a smile:

“What’s wrong?”

Although I didn’t expect to win this game, don’t be too late to appear!

Cai Zongming twitched the corner of his mouth and said:

“Have you considered us!”

“What’s the situation?” Lou Cheng looked confused.

“If you say you lose, you lose.

Laugh a fart!

Classmate Xiao Ming pointed at Fang Zhirong on the ring with grief and indignation, “Look at him, he is obviously holding back his anger, and he will definitely vent on Xiao Yoko and me later, and torture us with blood!”

”

Even if that fellow is seriously injured and has declined in all aspects, it is not something that the top 9-Rank can challenge!

Lou Cheng suddenly realized, solemnly stretched out his hand, patted the “King of the Mouth” on the shoulder, and said with relief,

“Don’t worry, there is a referee!”

”

…Cai Zongming laughed in anger: “To say it means not to say it!”

”

It made my calf tremble even more!

At this moment, Deng Yang made a death-like expression, bumped fists with Lou Cheng and the others, and walked towards the ring with his head held high.

Watching him take a few steps forward, Lou Cheng took a few steps forward. Returning to the phone, he shared with Yan Zheke his joy and happiness just now.

Walking up the stone steps, Deng Yang stood opposite Fang Zhirong who had done a “strength” to reduce the impact of internal injuries, and saw the enemy’s gloomy His

face and black eyes filled with rage.

He shuddered involuntarily, as if a poisonous snake was staring at his throat, and a sniper rifle locked his temples.

This is the imposing suppression of the sixth-grade pill realm? Deng Yang tried his best to soothe his qi and blood, It

made the skin glow with jade. Shizhou

Island, “Jade Tempering Art”! The

referee didn’t give Fang Zhirong any more chance to recover, he raised his right hand and waved down suddenly:

“Start!

Fang Zhirong never wiped off the blood from his mouth and nose .

He slumped on his back, wandered around in a meandering manner, and bullied Deng Yang strangely and quickly.

Deng Yang’s movement was in a weak position. The distance is getting closer and closer.

At this moment, Fang Zhirong’s blood and energy have been withdrawn, and he is still hugging his lower abdomen, followed by the explosion, rushing out, swelling his legs.

Click! A spider web appeared under his feet, and a rush , bullied Deng Yang to the front, and punched straight with his right fist!

Deng Yang took a breath, inflated his temples, raised his arms, and made the most conservative parry.

Suddenly, two muscles on Fang Zhirong’s back protruded like a butterfly, and his spine yanked to the side, causing his body to change direction, and he flashed to the opponent’s side in one step.

Snapped!

His left palm quickly probed, and his five fingers spread out, flashing black, like terrifying fangs.

Deng Yang’s moves are old, and he has no center of gravity like mercury. Seeing that it is difficult to dodge, his face turns pale, he gritted his teeth, swollen his biceps, tightened his sleeves, and took the initiative to sway.

Tear!

His sleeves were torn open, revealing the sapphire skin that was clasped by Fang Zhirong’s five fingers.

Before the negative feelings such as weakness, panting, etc. appeared, Deng Yang’s expression suddenly became hideous, and a layer of jade-colored brilliance appeared.

His feet suddenly exerted force, his shoulders turned into corners, and he leaned fiercely to the side!

boom!

Fang Zhirong’s qi and blood tumbled, and his body was slow to respond. He only had time to raise his right arm, and in front of him, he was hit by Deng Yang, who was unstoppable and only fighting back.

His arms trembled and he held it firmly. Fang Zhirong’s blood stagnated, and he almost suffered an internal injury. He Xiaowei in the live broadcast room followed and shook, as if the “Iron Mountain” actually hit him.

And Deng Yang’s “dark poison energy” burst out, his energy disappeared at once, and it became difficult to breathe, so he could only bury his head and gasp for breath.

The realm is too different, and the effect is naturally surprisingly good!

Fang Zhirong’s face turned red, then turned blue, his right arm pressed in front of him, and his left fist was about to collapse into the opponent’s lower abdomen.

At this time, a hand reached out and resisted his attack.

The referee raised his other hand, exhaled and

said, “Fang Zhirong wins in the third round!”

Phew, Fang Zhirong let out his breath, retracted his fist in anger, and stood up straight.

Deng Yang gasped for breath, and finally slowed down. After bowing his hands and salute, he walked vainly to the bottom of the ring.

He had just walked a few steps when Wang Dali and the others came up to him and supported him, who was weak.

“Go to the emergency room to get some oxygen?” Lou Cheng suggested.

“Yeah.” Deng Yang nodded slightly, panting, and said with a wry smile, “I, I tried my best…”

“Good fight!” Lou Cheng praised sincerely and stretched out his fist.

Deng Yang raised his hand weakly, touched him, completed the ceremony, and was sent to the emergency room.

Cai Zongming next to him took a deep breath, looked at Lou Cheng and said,

“Can I abstain?”

“What do you think?” Lou Cheng looked at him amused.

“I think it’s okay…” Classmate Xiao Ming won’t lose his mouth when he loses. Then he gritted his teeth and said with a distorted expression, “Do you think the young master will be afraid? What is there to be afraid of! There is a referee anyway!”

He strode vigorously, Imposingly approached the stone steps, and when he was about to enter the ring, he calmed down his expression, his smile was hidden, and he was calm.

Well, into the scope of live broadcast!

I can’t leave the ugly side…

When I came to the center, and was caught by Fang Zhirong’s greedy eyes, Cai Zongming shivered abruptly.

He quickly relieved his mood and comforted himself with words:

“It’s just a dead person, just a dead person…”

Fang Zhirong heard it vaguely, the veins on his forehead throbbed violently, and he almost failed to stabilize the injury.

The referee was almost amused, shook his head and raised his hand, waved down and shouted:

“Start!”

Click!

As soon as Fang Zhirong opened the game, he “returned his strength”, propped up his feet into the ring, and uncharacteristically went straight to Cai Zongming, as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, the enemy is already approaching, Xiao Ming’s heart is tight, and according to the predetermined plan, he resists his feet and raises his arms to block.

His two hands were holding each other’s cuffs, and the posture was quite strange.

Snapped!

Fang Zhirong stretched out his fingers and clasped the enemy’s forearm.

At this moment, two sounds of tearing sounded at the same time, Cai Zongming tore off the sleeve tube, turned the fabric into a flag banner, inflated the airflow, and reversed Fang Zhirong’s palm, and even beat him with softness.

Immediately after, he flicked his elbow, threw out his forearm, and slammed into the opponent’s face, his knuckles were ready to attack, and he was about to complete the second attack.

Fang Zhirong’s face darkened, his shoulders tugged, and he raised his other arm, dyeing the edge of his palm a touch of blue.

Snapped!

He flipped his palm back and hit the enemy’s bare arm.

In an instant, Cai Zongming felt the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, knives scraping bones, ten fingers sticking into needles, and instinctively hugged his arms back and shouted!

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, his expression was pale, and he seemed to be about to faint.

The twenty-seventh form of the “Plague Department”, “Scorpion Tail Needle”!

This is the secret to magnifying pain!

Taking this opportunity, Fang Zhirong raised his waist and crotch, and was about to bend his knees and bump forward.

The referee raised his leg in time to block the blow, raised his right hand and

said, “Fang Zhirong wins in the fourth round!”

“Final result, the Martial Arts Club of Shanbei University wins!”

Fang Zhirong took a breath, calmed down a little, and looked around. Supporting audience members raised their hands and applauded.

Cai Zongming was stunned and walked towards the arena in a dull manner. Every step seemed to endure extreme pain and exhausted all his strength.

After being supported by Lou Cheng and Wang Dali, he recovered. He felt the pain begin to subside, and said the first sentence: ”

Fuck

! It hurts!”

Don’t worry… Lou Cheng chuckled and asked casually:

“How did you feel just now?”

“How do you feel? I’m starting to doubt life!” Xiao Ming replied with a rich expression.

The first game of the semi-finals ended here, Songda was eliminated, and Shanbei entered the final for the third time in four years.

For failure, Lou Cheng and others were already mentally prepared, and the sadness was not too much, just a little sense of loss and mixed feelings.

After watching Ren Li’s great power and leading the Imperial Capital Academy Martial Arts Club to the finals, Songda’s group returned to the hotel in a minibus.

As soon as he entered the lobby, Lou Cheng saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes greet him with a smile on his face.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he was quite refined and introduced himself:

“I am the representative of the Dragon Tiger Club.”