The final stage of the international exchange meeting was not held in the hall, nor in the urban area of Donghai City. Instead, it was held in the suburbs, on a relatively remote and flat grassland, with a maple forest on the left and a lake on the right.
This place is spacious enough, remote enough, and sparsely populated, making it suitable for use as a battlefield for top fighters and above. As the organizer, the Eastern Secret Martial Arts Community of the Red Li Empire has already checked in advance and selected a viewing location. It is a high hillside near the grassland, where the audience of the international exchange meeting can look out and watch the battle from a high vantage point.
It is ten o'clock in the morning. The golden sunlight shines through the white clouds, making the blue sky even bluer and the grass even greener.
A breeze blew by, bringing with it a little moisture, which took away the heat from my face. At the edge of the Green Lake Grassland, participants and spectators from many schools from all over the world gathered here for the international exchange meeting. Looking down from the sky, it was a dense crowd. There were at least hundreds of people coming to watch this final battle.
As the line of sight zoomed in, there were some wounded soldiers with white bandages wrapped around their bodies among the spectators, and some were even carried on stretchers by their fellow apprentices to watch the fight. Because the final battle of this international exchange meeting almost represented a clash of the boxing styles of the two top masters in the secret martial arts world.
To put it more simply, it was to compare the strength of the secret martial arts world of the Red Li Empire and the Yana United States. How many masters could fight? Who would have the last laugh and become the top secret martial arts world of the two countries in this era? The reason for the two countries was that the Star Blue Empire was too far away from the North and South Reefs, the speed of ships in this era was slow, and maritime trade was not too developed. Therefore, only some schools of the Star Blue Empire came.
Many famous and large schools did not come after weighing the pros and cons.
Although there are various secret martial arts schools in small countries around the world, they are small in population and weak in country, so it is difficult for them to pose any threat to the two great powers. Therefore, this international exchange meeting is ultimately a contest between the Red Lebanese Empire and the United States of Yana, and at present, they are evenly matched.
Originally, the Red Li Empire, as the host, was collectively targeted by foreign contestants led by the United States of Yana. Although it had the advantage of location and people, it was still suppressed. The casualty rate of the life and death arena was the highest among all major countries, which was very embarrassing. However, two or three days ago, the situation underwent some subtle changes in the fighter-level competition.
A hidden sect called the Golem Sect appeared at the international exchange meeting like a dark horse. There are four masters in the Golem Sect, all of whom are powerful, fierce and brutal in fighting style, and master a strange boxing technique with considerable lethality. The first collective attack three days ago resulted in the death of two elders of the fighters and serious injuries to two fighters. It severely frustrated the arrogance of the foreign contestants led by the Yana United States.
In the following two days of competition, they frequently injured their opponents and were very aggressive. Although they were unable to kill more people because their opponents were prepared, they still showed the style and reputation of the Golem Sect. On the side of the Yana United States, only some veteran fighters with long-standing reputations and sophisticated methods could compete with these four people and not be completely suppressed.
Three days had passed, and the secret martial arts schools of various countries at the international exchange conference had already memorized the name of the Golem Gate and had a general impression of it in their minds.
Mysterious, fierce, powerful...
Of course, these are just some incidental results. The main purpose of Kaxiu letting the four people participate in the battle is to continue to refine and improve the Nan Dou boxing and gain nutrition and experience in practice. Facts have proved that actual boxing is always the fastest to expose problems, and the advantages and disadvantages are clear at a glance. Kaxiu optimized the four Nan Dou boxings bit by bit according to the fighting conditions of the four people.
Odo's Fantasy Moon Fist has been imprinted in the Nan Dou Secret Manual.
The Flint Fist of the Ascetic has been mostly written and will be completed soon.
Kaxiu has been focusing on this recently. He even studied the Soul Blood Secret Box left by the First King for a while before putting it aside. The Soul Blood Secret Box is undoubtedly an evil object that kills people to absorb their essence and blood, and then absorbs the essence and blood to enhance strength.
This will inevitably lead to mixed and chaotic power and impure will.
Although it can increase one's strength in a short period of time, it will be inferior in the long run. It is very likely that one will be stuck at a bottleneck and will not be able to make any progress in his life. This is because the power of a higher realm needs to be refined.
How can one refine such a vast yet complex power
Disperse your energy and start over
This is why Kaxiu did not use the Kupan Magic Box when he got it and learned that the Blood Spirit Society intended to use the magic box to extract the blood of the strong to gain power. This method is too dependent on external objects and difficult to control. It is likely to pay a price in the later stage. It is better to use the life vibration energy of the Golem Secret Martial Arts created by Kaxiu himself, only taking the fundamental core, not greedy for other huge and complex surface forces. It aims to evolve its own magnetic field.
Thinking of this, the Soul Blood Secret Box and the original form of the Devil's Book, the Kupan Magic Box, are somewhat similar. Maybe they are products of the same period...
Ten thirty in the morning, Green Lake Plain, the battlefield of the international exchange meeting.
In the final stage, the competition between top fighters began.
People of this level are the pillars of various schools. They may be the masters of first-class schools, or the masters of boxing who are hidden from the world, or the elders with high moral character and profound knowledge. Their reputations have spread over the past ten or twenty years, and there is no need for international exchange meetings to introduce them. Many spectators can chat with people around them about them. The content is naturally a story with several powerful contestants as the protagonists, fighting bloody battles all the way until they become famous and feared by all.
And when the protagonists of these stories appear one after another and make their debut.
The most anticipated final stage of the international exchange meeting has begun.
"The Red Lebanese Empire, Winged Serpent Fist, Joaquin."
"Yana United States, Zetsu-zan-ryu, Barron."
As the host finished speaking, an old man walked out from both camps. The old man from the Hongli Empire was dressed in gray, with gray hair and an old look. But his arms hanging down on both sides of his shoulders were extremely powerful, as strong and sturdy as steel pillars. He had ten thick fingers with protruding knuckles, rough skin, and fiercely throbbing veins.
No one doubted that the old man could smash a person to pieces or tear him in half with one punch or one claw. No one wanted to try it themselves.
On the other side, Barron, the master of the Absolute Slash School of the Yana United States, also walked out slowly. He was a burly old man, two meters tall, with a spine as strong as a dragon. In his hand was an exaggerated saber, with a black and white spiral pattern on the surface.
It looks like a sharp knife forged using some special method.
On the plain, in the center of the grassland, two figures slowly approached.
Their pace looked slow in the eyes, but in fact it was incredibly fast. With one step, the whole person moved more than ten meters as if shrinking the earth into an inch. In a few breaths, the two were already close to five meters. There was no polite talk, just a fight! The two top fighters' eyes met, and the smell of gunpowder was full.
"Zheng!"
The saber was unsheathed, bringing with it a metallic roar that shook the eardrums. Barron rushed out, his body perpendicular to the long sword, and dived through the air in a fatal arc. The saber swung, and the sharp blade directly cut through the air, making an extremely powerful sound of tearing silk.
Ding, a crescent-shaped white arc of light seemed to light up on the grass.
"I haven't done it for a long time..."
Joaquin muttered to himself, but in an instant he turned into a black afterimage, jumping away without a trace. There was only a vague shadow on the spot, which was chopped in half by Barron's saber.
The next second, Joaquin appeared behind Barron without knowing when. There was a hissing sound from his hands, and suddenly, it seemed as if a black winged giant snake was arching its body and baring its fangs.
Just like a bullet, it is compressed to the extreme and then explodes and shoots out!
whoosh!
!
The punch was thrown out like a meteor, and the air was shattered inch by inch.
The target of the fist was Barron's vest.
However, Barron had anticipated this. He turned around and slashed with his sword. All the spirit in his body was condensed into one point and surged out. The blade swung through the air, leaving a large white tail flame formed by the spirit behind it.
clang!
The fist and the saber collided, and the sound of metal clashing was buzzing.
A gust of wind suddenly spread out, pressing the surrounding green grass down in all directions, forming a circle.
"What a heavy knife!"
Joaquin's feet were deeply sunk into the ground, and blood was already flowing from his fists. It was obvious that his flesh had been cut by the knife and he had been injured.
"What a powerful fist..."
Barron, who had remained silent, looked at his right hand holding the knife. The base of his hand was numb and painful. It cracked slightly, and a drop of blood fell.
“Come again!
!”
The two men roared, and the powerful spirit in their bodies was released.
Joaquin spread his arms, pointed his toes, and glided at high speed in the low sky. It was as if he had really turned into a humanoid black winged snake, with ferocious wings made of scales spread out, flying rapidly in the wind.
Barron was surrounded by a circle of black afterimages, but he was extremely calm, like a mountain. He swung the saber in his hand from time to time, and suddenly cut out a sword light that stretched for dozens of meters.
Deep grooves were plowed into the surrounding green grass.
In the distance, on the hillside, spectators were watching intently.
The top fighters' full-strength sparring is something you only see once in a lifetime. You don't need to learn anything from it, just watching the top fighters fight is enough to satisfy your eyes. It's very likely that there will only be one such opportunity in your life.
In the center of the battlefield, fierce collisions continued, two afterimages intertwined and ran, and the boxing moves became faster and faster. The waves caused by the aftermath rolled rapidly in the air, causing the spectators in the viewing area to have their hair blown back, their clothes fluttering, and even their eyes blown red and painful.
Many people were sighing in their hearts, thinking that they were not even qualified to bear the aftermath. In a battle of this level, they were not even cannon fodder.
"Bang!" "Zeng!"
In the center of the battlefield, the two men collided for the last time and fell to the ground.
The clothes on his body were torn and blood was dripping. There were three exaggerated knife marks on Joaquin's shoulders and chest, almost cutting him in half. Barron was not feeling well either. There was a dark fist mark on his heart, and there was another fist mark on the same position on his vest. It was bleeding slightly.
The two men stood there quietly, and finally Barron spat out a mouthful of blood.
He staggered to one knee on the ground, using the saber to support his body.
"Red Lebanon Empire, Winged Serpent Fist, Joaquin wins."
The last stage of the International Exchange Conference was a great start for the Red Li Empire. But the following battles were not so easy. From morning till 1pm, the destructive power of the top fighters destroyed most of the grassland, and mud was flying everywhere.
One by one, the top fighters that are rarely seen in normal times appeared, and some won and some lost. In general, the Red Lebanese Empire and the United States of Yana had a 50-50 record. The two world powers were confronting each other, and the atmosphere was full of gunpowder.
The leaders and elders of many large sects came on stage one by one to fight.
In the two countries' secret martial arts camps, there were three people who remained motionless, as silent as statues. They were the hidden treasures.
On the side of the Yana United States, it was naturally the Whale King Arlington. He would not take the field himself. As the only extreme fighter, all he had to do was stand still and wait for the challenger from the Red Li Empire.
On the Hongli Empire side, a strong man wearing a black leather vest, black trousers, and metal rivet wristbands looked coldly at the battlefield. He was extremely strong, with seven tiny protrusions on his broad chest, corresponding to the seven star realms in the sky.
In the southern jungle, there is the Seven Evil Stars Zed, a former disciple of the boxing master.
In addition, there was a white-haired old man. He was extremely thin, his muscles had atrophied, and his arms were like ribs. His face was covered with wrinkles, like snake scales. The old man was less than 1.7 meters tall, and looked frail and slow in his movements.
Eastern secret martial arts world, Star Ring Fist school, Blazing Fist Victor.
The combat power of these two people is at the peak of top fighters, close to the ultimate fighters. Only they are qualified to deal with Whale King Arlington.
At 1:30 pm, after a short half-hour break, the International Exchange Conference came to a complete end. The strong players challenged the whale king Arlington!
In the silence, the Blazing Fist Victor of the Red Lebanese Empire walked out of the crowd. His steps were slow and his body was hunched. He looked no different from a normal old man in his eighties. However, with each step he took, his aura became more condensed and powerful, his body gradually straightened up, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. Later, every step Victor took would cause the ground to shake.
The earth was shaking, causing the soles of many spectators to feel numb.
winter!
When the skinny feet stepped down, the ground collapsed and cracks spread rapidly.
Victor raised his head and looked at the man in black in the Yana United States camp: "Whale King Arlington... dare you come out and fight me..."
The sound like a huge bell echoed, making one's eardrums buzz.
The 1.9-meter-tall man in black separated the crowd in front of him and walked out step by step. His expression was calm and his overall posture was extremely relaxed.
It seemed that this battle was just a relaxing stroll for him.
Whale King Arlington looked at the skinny Victor first, then at Jed in the Red Li Empire camp. He actually laughed: "Is there no one left in the Red Li Empire? They actually sent a dying old man to play! Where's the other person? Let him come up too. Otherwise, they will accuse me of bullying an old man with declining power..."
"I allow you to come together, both of you! Come on!"