1628 International Wushu Committee
No. 9 takes action, one is worth two.
This is the concept of a banker. The calculation given by the actuary was that No. 9 vs. Li Yun gave up to No. 5!
"Giving Five? You're kidding, that's Number Nine! The powerful Number Nine!"
The bank owner shouted almost at the top of his lungs, "Did you see the way he defeated the Shaolin monk before? Isn't Shaolin known as the number one sect in China? Give up to five? I think giving up to three is enough!"
"It's safer this way."
The actuary hurriedly explained, "After all, Li Yun performed very well in the previous game. He defeated Berson and has such strength."
"Okay, just do as you say."
Thinking that this Chinese martial artist had indeed defeated the powerful boxing champion Person, the boss softened his attitude a little.
"No matter what, people have to bet on Li Yun. The higher the audience's expectations for him, the more money I will win when No. 9 wins!"
"Boss, 62% of the money has been invested in Li Yun."
Report from subordinates.
"Very good! It seems that everyone has high expectations for Li Yun!"
The bank boss was very satisfied, "This time I can not only get back my capital, but also make double the profit! No one can beat the powerful No. 9! No one!"
"You're right!"
The actuary was flattering.
On TV, player Li Yun has already arrived on the ring.
Standing opposite him was No. 9, wearing a black and gold combat uniform.
"You give me a very familiar feeling..."
No. 9 looked at Li Fan with doubt in his eyes, "You look very much like someone I've seen before."
"How could that be? I'm just an ordinary Chinese martial artist."
Li Fan concealed his identity, "However, you seem to have some misunderstandings about our Chinese martial arts. Today I can take this opportunity to let you get to know our Chinese martial arts again."
As he said that, he stretched out his hands and put on a posture, "Although I am in Yingwu Sect, I was lucky enough to go to Qixia Sect to practice a set of Qixia Fist. Please give me some advice."
"Chinese martial arts are just tricks and embroidered legs."
No. 9 sneered without hesitation, "I once met a so-called powerful Chinese martial artist, who was claimed to be the strongest in China. However, he was defeated by my fist. If there is anyone in China who really impresses me, , at most he is just that Martial Emperor, his energy is quite strong."
"In that case, let me ask you for advice."
Li Fan said, and raised his hands to No. 9, "Li Yun of the Yingwu Sect, please give me some advice."
"The game hasn't even started yet, and the two players are already at war with each other!"
The host continued to heat up the atmosphere, "Commander Jiang, who do you like in this game?"
"These two...are very strong."
Jiang Feng suppressed a smile and said, "I think everyone has seen how good the Yingwu Sect's people are in combat. And this hero No. 9 from the American Empire, his strength should not be underestimated. To be honest, whoever wins is my favorite. I don’t care, I’m more concerned about how exciting this competition will be.”
"Since Commander Jiang has said so, let us wait and see!"
Needless to say, the match between Number Nine and Li Yun was extremely popular. And Li Yun also defeated the powerful boxing champion Berson in the previous competition! The battle between the two of them should be very enjoyable!
"Come on, let me make the first move."
No. 9 stood there with his arms folded, as if he didn't care much about Li Fan.
"Well, I won't be polite."
Li Fan said, with a flick of his foot, he suddenly appeared in front of No. 9. No. 9 didn't care at all. Chinese martial artists were fast, but what's the use
"The black tiger climbs the mountain!"
Li Fan struck No. 9 three times in a row on the chest, chin, and finally on his head.
"boom!"
Li Fan pushed No. 9's head to the ground, and actually suppressed No. 9's body and pushed it into the ground!
Seeing No. 9's head being smashed into the ground, the host marveled.
"No. 9 was actually smashed into the ground! Is he about to be defeated?"
"I guess it's not that easy."
Jiang Feng was more like an excellent commentator, "With No. 9's physical strength, this kind of attack should be just a greeting to him."
As soon as Jiang Feng finished speaking, No. 9 stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his body as if nothing happened.
"that's all?"
Nine asked coldly.
"No hurries."
Li Fan was not too surprised, "I just used 10% of my strength, now try to accept 50% of my strength?"
"So what if I slap you three times."
Number Nine was very arrogant, "Come on."
"good."
Li Fan stepped forward again, and this time he directly struck No. 9 on the chest with a palm.
"The dragon spits beads!"
After Li Fan finished speaking, a powerful energy exploded from behind No. 9! No. 9 bent over and slid back half a meter, but still stabilized his body.
"There's one more trick."
Li Fan put his hands in his pockets and looked at No. 9 with a smile on his face, "Next time... Well, use 80% of your strength, how about that?"
"What's the problem with ten percent?"
No. 9 snorted coldly, "The attacks from you Chinese martial artists are nothing more than that!"
"Okay, then it's up to you, use 100%."
Li Fan followed the good example and said, "Then you have to resist. Don't get beaten to death. That won't be fun."
Li Fan took a step forward, raised a strong internal force in his palm, and slapped No. 9 directly!
"Ape King Cannon!"
No. 9's brows suddenly frowned, and Li Fan's palm had landed firmly on him!
"Boom!"
The body of No. 9 turned into a cannonball, flew out directly, and hit hard in the distance!
With a final bang, No. 9's body was embedded in the wall of the high platform. Fortunately, it didn't land, and it didn't count as being out of the ring.
A bright red color appeared at the corner of No. 9's mouth. He was actually injured! His eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to have passed out.
"No. 9 is injured? How is that possible! There must be something wrong!"
The bank boss couldn't sit still and shouted, "Let someone check that Li Yun! Did he take any contraband? By the way, they Chinese people like to use contraband the most, and Li Yun definitely doesn't exception!"
Li Fan looked at No. 9 embedded in the wall and was about to continue attacking. At this time, the host said loudly.
"Sorry... I received a notice from the International Wushu Committee here. They suspect that Li Yun has used contraband and want to conduct a urine test on him."
"Nonsense!"
A gray-robed Tianwu Pavilion elder standing nearby finally couldn't bear it anymore. He angrily shouted, "What a bullshit International Martial Arts Committee, they are nothing! When will it be their turn to dictate the competition in our Chinese martial arts world! What's more, A martial artist has the honor of being a martial artist, and he will not use any contraband!"
"Yes, tell them to get lost!"
"I've never heard of the International Wushu Committee!"