At 8:30 in the morning, the elders' competition had already begun.
Note that this is a competition, not an all-out fight. It is not even as good as the previous core round-robin battles and individual battles. After all, the elders of each school are very strong, and once they get serious, they may not be able to stop, so it is better to be peaceful.
As for the fighting and killing, let the disciples do it.
On the first floor of the Heitong Building, sunlight shines through the brown glass onto the ground, looking like rectangular strips of golden patches.
Occasionally, mottled shadows of trees are cast in, swaying gently.
The audience was packed with disciples and teachers from various schools. They stared at the No. 1 ring intently, wanting to see how the low-key elders would really fight. Even if they didn't go all out, it was still worth watching.
There was no normal referee in this competition, nor was there any competition system. It was simply that two elders met each other and went to the ring to fight. Or, an elder proposed a challenge.
And the person being challenged also accepted it.
"Percy, let me see if you have made any progress in the past four years." An old man with completely white eyebrows suddenly invited.
Looking in the direction he was looking, there was a middle-aged man in black clothes. He had an ordinary appearance, short hair like steel needles, and a low and dangerous aura.
"Since Elder Obi has invited me, I naturally dare not disobey..."
The middle-aged man stood up suddenly, his eyes deep.
Judging from the conversation between the two, there is obviously some private grudge between them, but it should not be very deep. If the two of them had privately arranged a fight to resolve the issue, the originally minor grudge might have been aggravated by the fact that someone was injured and defeated.
However, it was just right for an occasion like the Eastern Exchange Conference. There were more than a dozen fighters watching to prevent any unexpected situations. In addition, the last day of the exchange conference was a limited exchange, so both of them would restrain themselves. Not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of temper. Therefore, the exchange between the elders on the last day of the exchange conference still had some meaning, and sometimes it could resolve some conflicts.
"Elder Obi of the Red Arm Fist, and Elder Persi of the Xu Ri Men. Two fighters facing off. What's next will be interesting..."
In the auditorium reserved for the elders of each school, there were elders giving comments and some explaining the past conflicts between Obi and Percy.
On the stage, two figures stood on either side, facing each other. There seemed to be a momentum rising slowly around them, causing the air to be distorted, with a slight sense of oppression.
"This, this seems to be the aura of a fighter! Our sect leader once mentioned it unintentionally. It can predict the attack of enemies within the range of the aura. It is a very special martial arts perception."
"Our great elder once demonstrated it, and the first to seventh core members of the sect went up to siege together, but they were fooled. No matter how tricky the angle was, they couldn't touch the corner of the great elder's clothes, and were hit in the flaws and lost their combat effectiveness..."
Some core disciples were discussing in low voices.
Bang! Bang!
There were two thunderous explosions on the ring, and it was the two men on the left and right who rushed forward together, as if a hurricane-like arrow had hit the center of the ring. The speed was so fast that it left a trail of afterimages in the air, leaving a vague shadow in the retinas of the spectators.
"The fight started! But I can't see anything clearly..."
"It's too fast. The movements are so fast that it's dizzying."
Some disciples who lacked eyesight and strength said this, while most of the core disciples were concentrating and staring at the arena closely.
Although it was still a little blurry, they could see it clearly.
The white-browed old man came from the Red Wrist Fist. After his strength exploded, a finger-thick red mark appeared on his old wrist. Then, his two hands swelled up, and twisted and powerful muscles entangled and spread, bringing powerful forces.
Every time the white-browed old man's hands passed through the air, there was a powerful sound of breaking through the air, which was extremely expressive.
On the other side was a middle-aged man in black clothes, from Xuri Sect, practicing Xuri Fist Seal. When his body swayed, his tightly clenched fists would create an illusion of dislocation.
It was as if the shadows of seven or eight fists were superimposed on each other.
Bang bang bang bang!
The red wrist fist met the virtual sun fist, and the ring surface suddenly rang with crackling sounds. It was the sound of fists hitting each other, and because the speed was too fast and the rhythm was too close, it sounded like firecrackers. Both of them were fighters with rich combat experience. They either fought hard, competing in speed and strength. Or they fought against each other, competing in precise control of strength. Or they fought defensively, competing in the ability to seize flaws and opportunities in the battle.
It wasn't just boxing, there were also a lot of elbows, kicks and body movements. They moved around the ring at high speed, the friction of their soles left black marks on the rubber.
Fighters are at another level, and their attack speed is much faster than that of boxers. Maybe they can launch seven or eight attacks in one second, as fast as lightning. So the fight only lasted half a minute, and the two may have exchanged hundreds of attacks. This is a pure competition of physical strength and skills.
Neither side used any secret killing moves or courage.
On the ring, two black whirlwinds shot out irregularly like lightning, like dark clouds changing. Occasionally, iron pillars that served as guardrails were blown away, with deep footprints on them.
"Is this a fighter? Such amazing destructive power..."
"This is just a competition. The two elders above didn't give their all. I'm afraid they didn't even use 50% of their strength..."
"Wow, I wonder what the destructive power of a fighter going all out is like. I really want to see it... but unfortunately..."
"Let's see for ourselves! Being a spectator in a life-and-death fight between martial artists is courting death. Ordinary people can't even withstand the aftermath! Next time, if you see a martial artist using all his strength, run!"
"… "
Everyone in the audience was talking about it and was quite amazed.
Bang! Suddenly there was a loud noise from the ring.
Two figures flew backwards from the middle, spun a few times in the air, and landed steadily. The vision became clear again.
Two people appeared on the ring, their clothes looking a little disheveled.
One had a black shoe print on his abdomen, and the other had a fist print on his chest. The two powerful opponents collided, but there was no clear winner.
"You have made great progress in these four years. Without using your spirit and secret skills, you are almost as good as me..."
The right hand of the white-browed old man hanging by his side trembled slightly.
"The Red Wrist Fist is really powerful. I'm grateful for your advice."
The middle-aged man reached out and wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
stop!
Suddenly, a figure jumped onto the stage from below.
It was Wugo, the leader of the Evil Eye Fist, who was going to act as a referee at the last day of the exchange meeting. Of course, he was not going to decide the winner, but to stop the fight from getting more intense.
Now that the two people on the ring have finished their sparring, someone is needed to ease the atmosphere so that both parties can come down from the stage after the fight.
After some emotional boasting, Ugo sent away the two elders, Red Wrist Fist and Void Sun Fist Seal. He stood at the edge of the ring, looking towards the audience seats of the elders of the school, waiting for the competition to continue.
Unexpectedly, a clear and powerful voice came from the disciples' audience: "Master Wugo, I wonder if I am qualified to participate in the elder-level competition on the last day of this exchange meeting?"
call!
Waves arise without wind, and a powerful momentum rolls and expands.
At the center of the aura, a handsome young man walked down the aisle step by step, his eyes as sharp as swords and his hair flying in disarray.
It's Simone! Simone the Thunderdog!
Simone was not wearing the Cloud Dog Fist's combat uniform, but a simple windbreaker, the hem of which swayed like a dark cloud.
"You... fighter!!!"
On the ring, Ugo Tong Kong suddenly shrank. As a fellow fighter, he could easily sense the aura emanating from Simeone. Although immature, he was definitely at the fighter level. That was the unique aura and spirit of a fighter!
"Simone has broken through to the fighter level?!"
"I have actually crossed the threshold of becoming a boxer!"
"… "
The audience was in an uproar, including the elders of the school, who were also talking about it, and their eyes were constantly cast towards Simone. Some were amazed, some were appreciative, some were shocked, and some were envious.
At such a young age, he has already reached the level of a fighter.
The future is probably limitless.
In the crowd, two complicated eyes looked at Simeone's tall back. One was Moon Fist Shaq, and the other was Dead Soul Sword Cid. From this moment on, the Eastern Three Stars were completely unworthy of their reputation, and Simeone was the first of the younger generation!
The gap is getting bigger and bigger, to the point where it is difficult to catch up.
Fighters, even Shaq and Sid couldn't say they were 100% sure they could make it. But Simeone had already done it, and he had completely entered the top level.
Facing Simeone's display of his strength as a fighter, the reactions of the spectators from different schools were different. However, Hugo was overjoyed. Wasn't this the big gimmick he wanted before
A contestant from the Eastern Exchange Conference has broken through to the level of a fighter!
This is enough to make the entire Eastern Secret Martial Arts community talk about it for the next 20 to 30 years! It’s settled, the purpose of the Evil Eye Fist to become famous this time is settled! As long as I contact the media after today, I can quickly spread the news...
Ugo's thoughts were working quickly, with a smile on his face.
He looked down at Simeone.
"Of course I'm qualified."
"You have just broken through to the Fighter realm. Do you want to spar with so many Fighter elders? After all, it is a hard-won opportunity to consolidate your realm. So, which elder do you want to challenge?"
Hugo roughly analyzed Simeone's thoughts and said.
"I wonder if Master Ugo is willing to fight with me for a few moves..."
Simeone raised his head and smiled.
"Challenge me? Fine. But be careful. The rules of sparring are that you can't use killing moves or secret techniques. It's also best not to use your spirit, but you can use auxiliary aura..."
Hugo described the consensus and then walked to one side of the ring, watching Simeone below jump up to the other side.
"Simone wants to challenge the leader of the Evil Eye Fist! This is interesting..."
"Who do you think will win?"
"Nonsense, it must be Master Ugo. How can a fighter who has just broken through fight with a formal fighter? There is no comparison between the two..."
"But you can't use secret killing techniques when sparring."
"Even if he can't use the secret technique of killing, Master Ugo's combat experience and physical training are definitely much better than Simeone's."
The discussion in the audience did not stop.
On the ring, the two men had already assumed their respective stances.
Simeone stood with his legs apart, his center of gravity lowered, his right arm stretched forward, his left hand clasped across his chest. He stared at the opposite side with sharp eyes, and his breathing gradually became heavier.
On the other side, Ugo also assumed the starting stance for the Evil Eye Fist. He clenched his fist tightly, with veins running down the back of his hand.
Hush! Whoosh!
The two men ran out in an instant, stomping their feet on the ground. The entire ring surface shook, and their figures collided with each other.
Peng!
Simeone's tiger claw flew from bottom to top, tearing through the air with a whoosh. Ugo's shoulder muscles flexed, and his arm slammed down like a cannonball.
It collided directly with the claw mark, making a loud noise.
Simeone's palm felt numb, but he turned around.
With the force of twisting his body, he swung his left arm like a windmill, with great speed and force, making a whirring sound.
Ugo's movements were extremely swift, and his eyes were sharp. He ducked and dodged the blow, then charged again.
Taking advantage of Simeone's lack of strength, he sent an elbow straight at him. Simeone put his hands in front of his chest, but was still pushed three or four meters away, his feet scraping the ground hard.
There was a very unpleasant and sharp rubber friction sound.
"Your accumulation in the boxer realm is indeed strong, a little stronger than those who have just entered the fighter realm. But it's just a little bit. When you reach the fighter level, what can really make the difference is the accumulation of time and experience..."
"Watch carefully, I'll show you my evil eye fist!"
Hugo pressed his palm on Simeone's chest, pushing him back a dozen steps. Then he lowered his body like a springboard, his legs bent, his spine like a bowstring. He stretched his hands out to the sides, his muscles bulging and bouncing.
“Swish!”
A gleam of light flashed in Ugo's eyes, and he disappeared instantly. The next second, he appeared in front of Simeone.
Both hands suddenly extended out, either clenched into fists, or put together into palms, or clenched into claws. The movements were extremely smooth, and the transitions were flawless. It was so fast that it was dazzling.
Ugo's attacking moves instantly enveloped Simeone, like a black whirlwind. Simeone was unable to resist, at least half of the moves were not blocked, and a series of crackling sounds came from his body, which were the muffled sounds of flesh and blood.
"Can't hold on any longer? Then let's stop the competition..."
Ugo sensed Simeone's reluctance and was about to stop.
"Bang!"
A fist like an iron rod suddenly rushed out from the violent attack and hit Ugo hard in the chest.
Wugo Tong's eyes shrank, and at the same time he was horrified, he sensed danger on the left, and he stretched out his arms in that direction.
Bang! A violent side kick as sharp as a battle axe.
Wu Ge's arms went numb, his feet rubbed against the ground, and he suddenly drifted more than ten meters away. He almost lost his balance.
"you!"
He suddenly turned his head and looked towards Simeone.
However, a young man with dark eyes expressionlessly began to move again. It was not the Cloud Dog Fist, but a strange fighting style. If the leader of the Evil Eye Fist from fifty years ago saw this, he would definitely scream in surprise.
"Nanto Red Eagle Fist!!!"