"Okay, grow old and strong!"
"It's really old Lianpo."
"To be able to support until now, the experience is too rich. I look at the boxers in the world. Now who dares to underestimate Master Zhu Hongzhi and say that he is old? Can't fight anymore?"
"The timing is just right, it's amazing."
Zhu Hongzhi killed Leier in one fell swoop. When Gracie, the old master of Jiu-Jitsu, the audience burst into warm applause and admiration, they were still amazed.
The warm applause, admiration, and astonishment were very sensational, more intense than the fight between alchemy masters. It seems that Zhu Hongzhi's spirit sighed everyone.
Indeed, it is simply a miracle that such a boxer with an aging body has come to the end on the stage where all the masters in the world are fighting to the death.
Everyone has to admit that Zhu Hongzhi himself is really a miracle.
Faced with such warm applause and cheers, Zhu Hongzhi shook his head, took two sharp breaths, his face was as calm as water, and walked down step by step.
The fight just now, even though it was just a few hands-on conversation, had exhausted all his energy and physical strength.
Along the way from the Martial Arts Conference, his spirit also collapsed to the extreme, and his body also began to overdraw.
"There are still fifteen people left, and some of them still have the chance to abstain, so I still have to have one more turn before I can enter the industry of the world's top ten masters. I hope I don't fall short."
Zhu Hongzhi thought to himself.
He also worked hard, relying on experience, and luck, to get to this point, and now he is only one step away, and he is about to achieve the right result.
But the last step was especially difficult. Zhu Hongzhi knew that he might die in the battle.
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After Zhu Hongzhi went down step by step, the eighth day of the Martial Arts Conference came to an end. After the end, there was nothing to say all night, and in the morning of the second day, the final battle of the Martial Arts Conference began again.
This is the ninth day of fighting.
At this time, there were several more layers of people in the stands.
In the best position of the stand, in the center of the first few rows, only a few dozen steps away from the venue, there unexpectedly appeared the Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin, surrounded by guards, surrounded by dozens of stars. indivual.
And not far from him, several important leaders of the European Union, surrounded by expert bodyguards, were sitting in the center, observing the competition in the venue.
At this time, big shots also came to the domestic army, including several generals with three stars on their shoulders. At the same time, there are two members of the Standing Committee of the political circle. Of course, there are more guards around them.
As the martial arts conference progressed, more and more funds were involved in the international black market, and even some countries put it on the market for gambling. It's the same as buying lottery tickets, betting on horses, and stocks.
Even, even in the international financial market, the industrial stocks related to Tangmen, as well as the stocks of sports fighting, are all skyrocketing with the victory of the Martial Arts Conference.
All of these are enough to disrupt the international financial market.
Moreover, this is a real fight, with the melody of invisible death rippling everywhere, mixed with the wonderful interpretation of the peak of human physical strength, sitting in the box is no longer enough to watch the excitement, so all the big shots moved out of the box and came in person, Choose a good location and witness the final grand occasion with your own eyes under heavy guards.
In the early morning of the ninth day, the last fifteen members of the Martial Arts Conference are likely to decide the final winner during this day.
Fifteen people, not many battles left.
This is also likely to be the last day of the martial arts tournament.
At this last moment, everyone inside and outside the arena was very excited, and even the viewers felt their blood gushing and their blood boiling.
Even the politicians and officials, no matter how cold-blooded, no matter how cunning, no matter how good at controlling emotions in the venue, showed great excitement, and no one concealed their inner emotions.
At the last moment, the big screen of the computer seemed to flicker slowly as if expressing emotion. The names flowed past one by one, and the blood-red font showed the madness of the final killing.
ninth day.
First round.
Bai Quanyi.
Pussy.
Pussy is the last of the Russian martial artists, and the last non-Chinese candidate for the Martial Arts Conference.
This Russian old man is not tall, but unusually thin, with a thin body, white hair and blue eyes, and deeply sunken eye sockets, like two will-o'-the-wisps, exuding a gloomy decay all over his body, as if A dying old man about to die in a coffin.
But anyone who understands can see that there is a kind of fierceness and bravery of a martial artist hidden in this old man.
This is also his last battle, as long as he wins this battle, even if he retires, he can enter the top ten of the martial arts tournament.
But what stood in front of him was Bai Quanyi, who was known for his cruelty.
In this Martial Arts Conference, Bai Quanyi can be said to be in the limelight, not for anything else, but because of the heinous and disgusting cruel methods.
Standing here now, this white leopard exudes a strong and substantial murderous aura all over his body. Sniffing his nose, he can even smell an indelible bloody smell on his body.
As soon as Bai Quanyi came on stage, he stared at the Russian old man Pussy in front of him.
Pussy also stared at him, neither of them spoke, they waited quietly.
Until the countdown was displayed on the big screen of the computer, Bai Quanyi smiled lightly, his teeth were slightly exposed, and he was very white.
Seeing Bai Quanyi's white teeth, Puxi's eyes flashed, almost glowing green. It seems that he is saving all his strength and making a last-ditch effort.
five, four, three...
The countdown on the computer finally reached the last moment.
Many people present held their breath, ready to watch the fierce fighting begin.
The battle between Bai Quanyi and Puxi was not top-notch, but in the end, this battle was able to determine the final top ten places in the Martial Arts Conference, and the off-court bets were also huge, not to mention that Puxi is now the last one who is not Chinese. For the candidate, this battle will affect a lot of things.
However, the situation at the scene was beyond everyone's expectations.
In the last three seconds of the countdown, Pussy suddenly raised his hand high, shouted in Russian, and stepped back.
This Russian phrase means "to give up".
Pussy reached this juncture, and the three chances to abstain from voting have been used up. To abstain now means that he is completely disqualified.
However, at the last moment of accumulating strength, the Russian martial artist abstained from the confrontation with Bai Quanyi.
There was an uproar at the scene, especially the direction where the Russian Prime Minister was sitting. Everyone saw it, and the Prime Minister cursed angrily. But no one could understand what he was cursing.
Bai Quanyi let out a long sigh, regretting beyond words.
Although he won without a fight in the last three seconds, everyone could tell that this "God of Death" was very melancholy.
As soon as Puxi abstained, everyone present was Chinese.
Of course, the only exception is the GOD leader with long eyebrows. He has no nationality or ethnicity. He looks like Chinese, but he doesn't seem to be Chinese. No one knows his final birth blood.
With this abstention, only the last fourteen people remained in the martial arts conference.
Wang Chao, GOD leader, Ba Liming, Yan Yuanyi, Feng Cai, Yue Peng, Huo Linger, Wang Hongji, Luo Xiaomeng, Zhao Xinglong, Tan Wendong, Liu Jiajun, Bai Quanyi, Zhu Hongzhi.
Among these fourteen people, there are still four fights, and four more people will be eliminated, and there will be the last four places in the martial arts conference.
After the confrontation between Bai Quanyi and Puxi ended, half an hour passed, and the big screen of the computer again ranked the candidates.
Wang Hongji.
Tan Wendong.
Seeing that he was facing Tan Wendong, Wang Chao's apprentice, Wang Hongji's eyes were still calm, without any emotion, he just walked off the stage, looked at Tan Wendong, who was three or four years younger than himself, and said, "Wendong, Do you want to compare weapons, or fists?"
Tan Wendong was dressed in sportswear, dressed as if he was a boy who had just entered high school. If he had gone out, no one would know that such a small boy was once the dominant mafia boss, and now he is the leader of the Tang Sect. One of the real power figures even killed the top fourteen top masters in the Martial Arts Conference.
"As you wish."
Facing Wang Hongji's inquiry, Tan Wendong only said four words.
"Huh?" Wang Hongji showed a look of surprise on his face: "Wendong, aren't you good at chain darts? A chain dart and spear appear like ghosts. Today is the last moment of the Martial Arts Conference. Why give up your strengths?"
Under the attention of everyone, Tan Wendong raised his hands slightly, opened his mouth, and even yawned with an "ah", lazily as if he had just woken up in a warm sunny afternoon, full of energy.
"Is he releasing the pressure on purpose?"
Wang Hongji also did not expect that Tan Wendong would make such a lazy movement in front of him.
"It doesn't seem like he really didn't take this fight to heart, and the pressure at the last moment of the Martial Arts Conference didn't rest on him either."
When Tan Wendong stretched his back and yawned, Wang Hongji was puzzled at first, staring at his every move with sharp eyes, but a fresh breath rushed towards him.
This breath is very sunny, fresh, vigorous and thriving.
Sunshine boy.
These are the four words in Wang Hongji's feelings towards Tan Wendong.
A sunny boy with a pure heart who has not been deeply involved in the world. But Wang Hongji knew that the words "Sunshine Boy" couldn't compete with Tan Wendong.
But it just felt the sunshine and the fresh breath.
Wang Hongji also felt strange and puzzled.
"Could it be that he has refined his boxing techniques and eliminated all impurities? His temperament has completely changed, which is equivalent to a spiritual rebirth. If this is the case, this martial arts competition will be difficult." Wang Hongji thought.
"The countdown is about to begin, let's talk about fists and kicks." Tan Wendong tilted his head, looked at the big screen of the computer, and said lazily.
"Okay." Wang Hongji agreed, and with all his strength, he began to perform the Boy Kungfu, and at the same time eliminated all distracting thoughts in his mind, and entered the state of preparation for battle.