On the No. 1 ring, one figure stood quietly, and another fell to the ground gasping for breath. One was elegant, and the other was in a mess. At this moment, a sharp contrast was created, which was imprinted in the minds of the surrounding disciples watching the fight, leaving a deep impression on everyone.
Moonfist Shaq versus Thunderdog Simone.
The second young generation in the East is on top.
Everyone had expected this to be a well-matched match. Only when two strong men of the same level collide and use the same level of skills can a duel be exciting enough!
However, the actual results were shocking.
Moon Fist Shaq lost, lost cleanly, lost thoroughly! He didn't even last ten moves in the hands of Thunder Dog Simone, what does this mean? This means that Moon Fist Shaq and Thunder Dog Simone are not at the same level at all!
The sharp-eyed disciples and instructors could see clearly that the series of collisions between the two men just now was completely controlled by Thunder Dog Simone. All of Shaq's actions were completely suppressed!
You know, Shaq is definitely a real talent to be called the three stars in the East. He has mastered the Sun, Moon and Star Secrets of the Star Ring Fist, especially the Moon Secret, and the degree of compatibility is very high. He has practiced it for several years to the point where he can use it as easily as his own arm.
The core disciples within the East Nine Gates would occasionally communicate with each other.
With the secret technique of the moon, Shak defeated the first and second cores of many schools, which is why he was given the name Moon Fist.
His strength is obvious to all, and there is no need to question it. However, he was defeated so easily by Simeone, which has become a high enough stepping stone. Simeone's fame and status can be raised to a new level in one fell swoop.
The first of the younger generation in the Eastern Secret Martial Arts World!
Not some Eastern Samsung.
In the following ten seconds after Simeone defeated Shaq, the surrounding area was silent. It was not until the referee reacted and climbed back onto the stage that the audience area of the disciples of various schools was in an uproar.
"The winner was decided in an instant! Too fast... It took less than five seconds? Three seconds? That's too outrageous."
"The two fought for seven moves. Moon Fist Shaq was on the offensive at the beginning, but made no progress. Then Simeone attacked, and Shaq was defeated in four moves! This was a comprehensive suppression, with a huge lead in hard power. Moon Fist Shaq's loss was not unfair..."
"Shaq is so far behind Simeone. I thought the three stars in the East were all masters of the same level, with similar strengths. But it seems that Thunder Dog's victory over Moon Fist is no different from his previous crushing of the first and second cores of those schools..."
"Moon Fist Shaq is definitely not weak, so it can only be that Thunder Dog Simone is too strong. He is one or two levels ahead of his opponent."
"… "
Everyone was talking about it, most of them were shocked and amazed at Simeone's sudden display of his full strength. They also clearly realized that the three stars in the East were not all at the same level, but there was a clear gap. Lei Quan and the other two were not in the same echelon!
Unlike the noise on the first floor, the people on the second and third floors did not show much shock. There were only some discussions like normal chats coming from time to time, mainly in the Cloud Dog Fist area.
"Face, congratulations. Simeone was able to defeat Shaq in this way. I'm afraid he has already reached the limit of the boxer realm and has stepped half a foot into the fighter level. The first place in this Eastern Secret Martial Arts Exchange Tournament should belong to him."
"It's not just the victory in the exchange competition. I think with Simone's strength, he will soon be able to try to break through to the fighter level. I'm afraid that after this Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition, the Cloud Dog Fist will have another fighter master. I'm so envious, so envious..."
"… "
Four or five elders from various schools were chatting and congratulating the Cloud Dog Fist members with smiles on their faces. Standing by the metal railing, Feisi was both happy and worried. He was happy that Simone seemed to have suddenly gotten rid of his decadent state and regained his ambition and ambition. He was worried about Simone's physical condition. He was not restrained from fighting with all his strength. Although the time was short, it would probably put a great burden on the deformed spine. In serious cases, it might cause paralysis.
In addition, as the one who knows Simeone best, Faith has already felt that something is wrong with Simeone's recent changes. Whether it is good or bad, Faith is waiting for Simeone to talk to him. He believes that no matter what the child does, even if it is treasonous and betraying his teacher and ancestors, he will definitely tell him in advance, even if it is just a subtle mention.
On the third floor of the Black Child Building, two figures were looking down.
"This kid is indeed talented, and it won't be a problem for him to enter Class B. I just don't know how far he can go..." Amos commented while holding a glass of wine, and it sounded like he was not very optimistic about Simeone. But in fact, this sentence was the truth.
For example, every martial arts practitioner who has achieved the level of a fighter is a genius? Who doesn't have a unique talent that is superior to others? It may be their physique, their understanding, their will, etc. They may be the best at the boxing level, crushing their peers. Once they step into the fighter level, the opponents they face will be upgraded to a similar or even higher level. No one can say for sure, will Simeone become just like everyone else after becoming a fighter
Of course, no matter how ordinary he is, he is still a fighter.
At the level of a fighter, what is really worth talking about is one's courage, the accumulation of combat experience and the refinement of techniques. And all of these require a long time to prove.
"I'm quite optimistic about him. This guy is actually quite good..."
Kaxiu took a sip of his drink expressionlessly.
He is a little bit like Simeone.
First of all, they are all orphans!
Secondly, they all have a sense of alienation and loneliness from the people around them. The reasons may be different, but the manifestations are the same.
Then, they are all self-centered. In other words, they are cold and ruthless enough and rarely bound by emotions.
Once a decision is made, it will be followed.
If such a person can seize the opportunity, his achievements will not be too bad. Kaxiu is willing to give him this opportunity.
"By the way, after observing these few days, can we confirm how many fighters will come to the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition?" Amos glanced at the second floor, then glanced at the side, and said slowly.
"Fifteen, eight of them are from the East Nine Sects, and seven are from other schools. Two of the East Nine Sects' fighters were unable to attend due to special reasons, and the Evil Eye Fist has two fighters."
Kaxiu talked about some information he had noticed these days.
"Fifteen? That's more than I expected... If this happens, the situation will probably be even more difficult to control."
Amos frowned and whispered.
"Actually, there are six. Fighters from other schools won't intervene rashly. We are targeting the Evil Eye Fist, and the only ones who will really help are from the East Nine Gates. There are a total of eight fighters from the East Nine Gates, and the two from the Evil Eye Fist can be ignored, so there are a total of six." Kaxiu smiled lightly, with a hint of coldness at the corners of his mouth.
"Ignore the two people from the Evil Eye Fist? What do you mean?"
Amos responded with some confusion.
"Haha, Ignore means ignore... If they have no fighting power, then can't we just ignore them?"
"You are planning to?"
On the first floor of the Black Child Building, the battle is still going on.
Because the first match was too shocking, the next three matches, although they were all very intense, were somewhat overshadowed by the competition. At this moment, most people were looking at Simeone, while a few were looking at the Soul Sword Cid.
As time passed, Simeone and West Germany each defeated their opponents and entered the Eastern Conference finals.
The ten-minute break is over, under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The final was held on stage number one.
Kaxiu watched the whole process from the metal railing on the third floor.
Soul Sword Cid is indeed very strong among the younger generation, even stronger than Moon Fist Shaq, who is usually ranked second in the Eastern Three Stars. He received a total of 21 punches from Simone, some of which were head-on collisions, and more of which were dodges.
Sid seemed to have mastered a unique skill that allowed him to accurately predict the enemy's moves, as if he had an extra eye.
However, the gap in strength was too big, and Simeone still won the fight without any suspense. After all, he had been trying to break through the fighter a few years ago. Once the strength can be exerted without any scruples, the strong foundation can wipe out the accidents.
At the center of the ring, Simone stood proudly, a stream of foul air slowly spurting out from his nose. A sense of seasonal movement suddenly surged in his mind, his body was healthy, and his accumulation was magnificent. Some thresholds that should have been crossed long ago appeared before his eyes again.
"Fighter, fighter!" Simeone's heart was surging.
He was so distracted that he didn't even hear the referee's announcement of his victory. When he came to his senses, the surroundings were already filled with thunderous applause. The champion of the four-year Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament had been announced, and his name was Thunder Dog Simone!
Many people were shouting his name, and for a moment Simone felt as if he was being surrounded by thousands of people and lifted up into the sky. He took a deep breath and raised his head. He first saw Uncle Faith on the second floor looking over with a smile and nodding.
Then I saw the third floor.
The leader of the Golem Sect turned around, and the outline of his profile was angular.
"Simone, what's so proud about becoming the champion of the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament? You could have done it two years ago! You must step into the realm of fighter and experience a more magnificent and magical scenery of secret martial arts!" Simone seemed to have a sentence in his heart reminding himself, and at this moment he seemed to realize his own nature.
Unwilling to be lonely...
Break through the realm of fighters and become the fourth fighter elder of Cloud Dog Fist? No, that's too boring! The following days are almost predictable. Although stable, there are no waves. It's as gloomy as a pool of stagnant water.
The life he wanted was unknown, exciting, turbulent, and even vigorous! Rather than being an honest farmer at home, Simone wanted to be a wandering traveler. And at this stage, only the Golem Master could help him.
He could feel it from the instructions given to him by Amos.
The Golem Sect is up to something big! Something really big!
Just look at the part that you are responsible for.
Two words: exciting!
Not to mention what the Golem Master himself is going to do!
In addition, Simone also knew that the Golem Gate and the Gate Organization had a grudge! He had already known the strength of the Gate Organization through the Eye Demon's description. It was an extremely powerful world-class force. The Golem Gate obviously wanted to have a fight with the Gate Organization. I'm afraid it was because of the information about Black Rain Villa that he revealed.
Fighting against such a powerful enemy is both dangerous and exciting.
After recovering from his illness and regaining hope for further advancement in Miwu martial arts, Simeone's mentality changed. He wanted to live for himself in the following days! Live a more exciting life!
Uncle Faith, I'm sorry...
On the morning of October 1st, the core disciples' individual battle ended.
The next three days will be a stage for ordinary disciples to perform, and the atmosphere will not be so exciting. After all, the highlight has passed, and the only thing worth watching is the competition between the elders on the last day. And during these three days.
Simeone has been in seclusion since the end of his individual competition on the morning of October 1. That glimmer of inspiration to break through to the level of a fighter was hard-won, and it was a pity to miss it.
The sun rises and the moon sets, time flies, and in a blink of an eye it is October 4th.
Boom…
There seemed to be a muffled thunder in the secret room, and then there was a sound like air waves hitting the wall, like waves.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful aura instantly penetrated the concrete and enveloped the members of the Cloud Dog Fist who had gathered near the door.
At this moment, the air seemed to solidify, like sticky glue. Some Cloud Dog Fist disciples tried to struggle in panic, but found that the air flow resistance was so great that it seemed like they were moving in slow motion. Until, the aura was withdrawn.
With a click, the secret room reopened and Simeone came out. He seemed like a completely different person from three days ago.
There was a captivating aura in his glance.
The disciples who looked at Simeone were a little scared.
"Big...Big Brother, are you already a fighter?"
A disciple asked cautiously.
"Well, I'll go see Elder Feis."
Simone nodded in acknowledgment and turned away, leaving the inexplicably excited fellow students staring at each other in bewilderment.
Five minutes later, Feis sighed as he watched the door slowly close. Simone wanted the Cloud Dog Fist to re-select the head of the school. Some of the implications were actually very clear.
Faith roughly guessed what Simeone was going to do.
"Go ahead and show your talent and courage. I don't know who helped you break through to the fighter level, and what price you have to pay. It doesn't matter, as long as you don't doubt your choice, as long as you can live happily..."
Faith glanced at the rising sun outside the window, her white hair disheveled.
October 4th, 8:20 in the morning, the weather was clear.
On the first floor of the Black Child Building, all the contestants who participated in the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament gathered here. As the time approached, some elders from the second and third floors also came down from above, stretched their bodies, and waited for the exchange and competition.
Among them, a young man in a black windbreaker also walked down slowly, taking off his white velvet gloves bit by bit.