"Dudu!"
The referee's whistle sounded.
"Contestant No. 312 Meili wins and advances to the next round."
After saying that, I sketched on the competition list with watercolor pens. Mellie won and advanced to the next round.
Meili's victory aroused whispers from everyone in her competition area. Those outsiders were all in disbelief that a fragile girl could actually defeat the third runner-up in the fighting competition.
"Aman actually lost. Is that woman named Meili that strong?"
"...Maybe Aman is not in good condition today."
"It's possible. After all, he is the third runner-up in the World Fighting Championship. There is no reason why he can't beat a woman."
"But I heard that people in the martial arts world are not simple..."
The people next to them were whispering. Maybe some of them had realized that they and others had underestimated the strength of martial arts masters. However, in front of everyone, they did not speak out their thoughts rashly, but kept these thoughts in their hearts. .
"Hmph!" Meili turned her head and snorted coldly, ignoring these ordinary people who had not even crossed the threshold of martial arts. When she jumped off the ring, she happened to meet Mu Yang's eyes that were half-smiling but not smiling. Meili immediately turned her head away. His eyes glanced to the other side.
Mu Yang smiled and shook his head, confirming Mei Li's identity. At this time, several games were going on in the No. 8 arena, and it was finally Mu Yang's turn to play.
I saw him tapping the ground with his toes, and he appeared on the ring in a free and easy manner. The whole movement was done in one go, full of elegance and freehand brushwork.
"Contestant No. 337 Muyang, from Tenjin Ryu, was the champion of the last Tenkaichi Budokai."
After Mu Yang came on stage, the referee next to him introduced his identity.
Following the referee's introduction, there was a burst of exclamations from the audience. Everyone was surprised that Mu Yang had already won the championship of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Club at such a young age. This makes the players who are aspiring to the championship feel heavy in their hearts.
"Contestant Muyang, your opponent is No. 458, contestant Pallon from the boxing world."
The person who came on stage was a very strong-looking man, with a bare head and hunched muscles, and his whole body was full of explosive power.
Especially when he was in a boxing posture, the muscles on his arms arched into small hills.
"Hey, young martial artist, let me show you how powerful a boxer is."
Boxer Pallon's fists collided with each other, making a dull roaring sound. His face was full of arrogance, and he was obviously very confident in his own strength.
Another Omani character!
Mu Yang chuckled and sighed. After experiencing Nice's lesson, Aman's attitude at least calmed down, but the boxer in front of him was very openly arrogant.
"Let the game begin!"
Mu Yang was too lazy to talk to the opponent and directly signaled the referee to start the game.
The referee was stunned for a moment, but he still had to give him face. Then he nodded slightly and blew the whistle to announce the start of the game: "The 11th game of Arena No. 8 begins now."
"Boy, no matter if you were the champion of the last conference or not, if you meet me, Pallon, you are just unlucky!" Boxer Palon Niubi coaxedly moved his wrist, and then got ready to win the game.
But the Mu Yang in front of him could not make him realize his wish. He saw his figure flashing, and Palong felt his eyes blurred, and Mu Yang's trace was lost in his sight.
"Hey, where is the person?"
Palong looked around, but could not find Mu Yang's figure.
Just then Mu Yang appeared next to Palong.
"The game is over."
"What?"
Palon was startled, and before he could react, he felt a heavy blow on the back of his neck. Mu Yang hit Palon on the neck with a clean hand knife. The powerful impact instantly caused the opponent's thinking to be fragmented, and then the world spun and the huge body fell to the ground in embarrassment.
The scene suddenly became very quiet.
No one expected that the game that was supposed to be evenly matched would end in an instant when Pallone came on the court aggressively.
That was the time it took Palon to say a word, right
"Announce the result!" Mu Yang looked at the referee again.
The referee reacted belatedly and hurriedly blew the whistle for the end of the game, immediately declaring Mu Yang the winner.
"Contestant No. 337 Muyang wins... and advances to the next round."
"Wow, that's awesome. I defeated the boxer Pallon with just one blow!"
"My eyes can't see clearly."
"It's over. With such a strong person lined up, we have no hope at all."
The competition is still going on, and after each competition, there are fewer and fewer remaining contestants. Some good people made some statistics and were shocked to find that most of the promoted players were martial arts masters from various major schools. However, except for a few of the seeded players in the fighting, boxing, and wrestling worlds who had always been favored by people before, they were surprised to find out. , were eliminated.
After witnessing the strength of those martial arts masters with their own eyes, those who had doubts about the quality of the previous martial arts conference suddenly realized that perhaps they were still a long way from the level of true martial arts masters.
"This is the real martial artist!"
"It's too strong. Aman in the fighting world and Pallon in the boxing world were all defeated by one blow. Look at the players on the ring. I can't even see their movements clearly."
"Really, I can't see clearly at all."
"I don't know if it's too late for me to switch to martial arts."
Many contestants from other industries couldn't help but come up with the idea of learning martial arts after seeing the strength of martial arts masters. However, they were soon told that learning martial arts requires talent, and it is impossible for people without talent to even get started.
Forget it, let's just do their job obediently. As long as they don't have anything to do with martial arts masters, they are still considered big shots in their own industry.
The fighter Aman was ashamed below, feeling ashamed of his earlier arrogance. At this time, he actually had the idea of switching to the martial arts world. Compared with fighting, martial arts seemed to have more prospects. Even if he can't do it himself, he still wants his children to practice martial arts.
…
At the same time, over there in Arena No. 4.
"Wow!"
"There are so many shadows, I don't know which one is real."
There were bursts of exclamations under the ring, and above the ring, Sun Wuhan and Ia were fighting each other back and forth, with countless afterimages all over the ring. There are image retention caused by too fast speed, and there are also fixed images caused by afterimage fist, which is really difficult to distinguish. People outside the martial arts world had never seen such a wonderful battle. They couldn't help but stare with wide eyes in disbelief.
At this time, Son Gohan obviously did not show his full strength, so the battle with Ea seemed evenly matched. It was this kind of battle that was fought without distinction, but from time to time the crowd below caused constant exclamations.
Mu Yang looked towards Arena No. 4, just in time to clearly see the battle between Sun Wuhan and Eya.
"Sun Wuhan has shown mercy, but this is just right, so that Ia can learn more about the strength of higher-level martial arts masters." Mu Yang's eyes were very vicious, and he could see the situation on the ring at a glance.
With Sun Wuhan's current combat power of more than 300, if he wants to defeat Iya, whose combat power is less than 100, only one move is enough. The reason why they fight for so long: first, it is for Mu Yang's face; second, it is for Mu Yang's sake; I want to experience the mystery of Tenjin-ryu from Oiya so that I can seize the opportunity in the battle with Mu Yang later.
"Your strength impresses me, but it's a pity that you are no match for me."
During the battle, Son Gohan looked at Ia with a smile.
Eya said with a sullen face, "Strike with all your strength, let me see the unique skills of Kamesen-ryu."
Sun Wuhan's eyes flashed with admiration, and he said with a smile: "Since you want to see it, then I will do as you wish."
After saying that, Sun Wuhan held his hands in claws, slowly gathered them together, and then placed his hands on his waist. Suddenly, a bright blue light condensed between his hands.
(End of chapter)