He Zhizhang, who appeared on the stage, forgot that he was no longer the high-spirited young man who was not afraid of any competition.
He is an old man in his fifties. Although he keeps exercising all year round, he has not really used force with others for many years.
If he were twenty years younger, He Zhizhang would definitely be able to hit Guo Le with his split palm before Guo Le's punch hit him. But now He Zhizhang is an old man in his fifties, and his physical functions can no longer support him to exert his greatest strength.
Guo Le's lower uppercut hit He Zhizhang.
Then another vicious elbow strike.
The reality is not fiction. The competition between two masters will last for three days and three nights.
In real fighting, the winner can be determined within one or two moves.
He Zhizhang received a punch and an elbow. He could no longer stand still and fell backward.
Guo Le did not pursue the punch anymore. His fighting skills were full of strength as soon as he struck out. He didn't know the severity. It would be terrible if he hit the old man.
The flag of the Bagua Martial Arts Hall fell, and it fell tragically and naturally.
Fang Ze, who knew the cause and effect, looked at the mournful martial arts apprentices, Guo Le who shouted excitedly, "Who else?", and the media who were busy taking photos. He took a deep breath, and then said to Zhou Dongyi, "Four percent For ten shares, I will provide you with one-stop service to make your Bagua Martial Arts School famous."
"It can only be 30% at most." Zhou Dongyi said with a bitter smile, "I can't inherit the company. Some of the people who sold me face in the past may have to win over them with shares in the future, so I can only give you this much, otherwise you will shares will exceed mine."
"Thirty percent is 30%." Fang Ze looked at Guo Le who was standing on the ring and showing off his muscles, stood up, and then walked from the audience to the ring step by step.
Fang Ze is not a warrior. He does not have the temperament of a warrior, nor does he have the field of pretentiousness similar to Chen Beixuan. However, in this chaos, Fang Ze, who walked alone on the ring, still succeeded in attracting everyone's attention. .
With his back to the media's cameras, Fang Ze looked at Guo Le and said calmly, "At twelve o'clock noon in three days, ask your master Liu Chenzhi to come here, and I will show him what real martial arts is."
"Only you?" Guo Le wiped his nose, looked at Fang Ze and said, "Why, what qualifications do you have to let my master fight. How many other people in your martial arts world can fight?"
"That's right!" shouted a young man next to Guo Le, "guoshu is a lie! You liars stop bragging about how good you are at fighting!"
Fang Ze ignored the young man.
In the eyes of most people, there is indeed too much adulteration in Chinese martial arts. After many years of adulation, there has never been a figure similar to Bruce Lee, claiming to be invincible in actual combat, but there is no one with overwhelming strength in the field of actual combat.
Therefore, it is normal for young people to turn their hopes for martial arts into a hundredfold disappointment.
"Young man." Fang Ze looked at Guo Le's old-fashioned words. Although he himself may not be as big as Gol. "It's best to have a little respect for this world."
"Why?" Guo Le said, staring at Fang Ze.
He did not take action because he was today's winner. Now that he had won, he would not do anything to compromise this victory.
So even if he thought Fang Ze was here to cause trouble, he would wait for Fang Ze to make the first move before counterattacking.
Fang Ze took action just as he thought.
With one finger, point to his acupuncture points.
Gold binding technique.
Set the body.
Guole couldn't move.
Although his mind was still functioning, his body could not move at all. It's as if the brain has lost control of all the body's organs.
He finally understood what Fang Ze meant when he said just now that he should remain in awe of the world.
The reporters behind him were still filming, but they didn't notice anything strange about Gol. They simply thought the two were glaring at each other.
The young man next to Guo Le sensed something was wrong. Standing next to the two of them, he could naturally see that since Fang Ze clicked on Guo Le, Guo Le had become as motionless as a sculpture.
The young man pulled Gol's hand, but found that he could only swing Gol's arm like a machine, but could not make Gol react like a normal person.
"What did you do!" The young man looked at Fang Ze in horror. The first thing that popped into his mind was acupuncture, but he didn't want to believe that this kind of martial art really existed in reality.
So he subconsciously tried to push Fang Ze with his hands, as if pushing Fang Ze away would make Guo Le return to normal.
"Presumptuous." Fang Ze looked at the young man and shouted in a low voice.
A burst of Force power at the level of a Jedi Knight apprentice!
The force that can easily lift a large stone acts on this young man.
As if being hit by an invisible force, the young man took several steps back and then sat on the ring.
The place fell silent instantly, and people finally noticed something strange here.
In order to avoid causing too much confinement, Fang Ze raised his hand and pretended to pat Guole's shoulder, but in fact he lifted the effect of the golden binding technique.
"Remember, three days later." After Fang Ze said this, he used some cleverness to make Guo Le, who had just regained control of his body, kneel directly on the ring.
After it was done, he turned around and left, walked down the ring step by step, and then walked out from the passage, leaving only his back to everyone.
He must have been very handsome just now.
Fang Ze walked out of the venue, turned around and entered the bathroom, spinning and jumping like a psycho.
After all, the exciting thing of showing off is no different from the first time for men. I was so nervous when I was doing it, and when I thought about it after it, I really wanted to do it again, and I was so excited.
Some people say they don’t feel this way
Oh, I'm sorry, you have to know that online battles and single-player exercises are different.
After calming down a bit, I was washing my hands in the bathroom. Suddenly, the bathroom door was violently pushed open, and a man rushed in while grabbing another man by the collar.
"Don't think that just because you helped me, you can just yell in front of me, otherwise I really won't be able to help but beat you." This was Zhou Dongyi's voice.
"My dear brother." Zhou Dongzhuo's voice also sounded, "If I hadn't introduced you to the master, you might have been completely bankrupt now, and then been reduced to the status of a cowherd on the street."
"Then how do you want me to thank you?" Zhou Dongyi said something through his teeth.
"Play games with me for three days. After dad leaves, how about I arrange a position as assistant to the chairman of the board for you in the company?" Zhou Dongzhuo said coquettishly. "
"Ahem." Fang Ze on the side could no longer listen to this erotic conversation.
(End of chapter)