"Xu Zhen is here too. You killed his old-age apprentice, and he won't let you go. You should be more careful." Chen Bin said viciously at first, then his tone became softer, his voice came out, and he exhaled Ru Lan made Wang Chao's ears itch.
Today Chen Bin is wearing a pure black silk shirt. The black luster on the shirt flows, rippling like water waves under the sea breeze.
The black clothes matched her white suet-like skin and delicate face, which made her look very outstanding, causing Wang Xiaolei and Wu Yingda, who had seen countless beautiful women, to glance at her from time to time.
Not only that, some young disciples brought by many famous martial arts boxers who were invited to watch were also attracted by Chen Bin.
Hearing Chen Bin's words, Wang Chao looked in the direction she indicated, and he found a man with golden eyes sitting under a sun umbrella in the east, with his arms on his knees, sitting upright and stable. The middle-aged man stared at him like a poisonous snake. It's just hidden, giving people a huge threat.
Wang Chao quickly looked away, let out a long sigh, and didn't move at all, as if there was no such person.
The senses of masters are very keen, and the pores are especially sensitive after practicing martial arts. Even if others don't do anything, just look at it with hostile eyes, they will feel it immediately.
Wang Chao's whole body sensitivity has gradually entered that level. Once he noticed it, even if he didn't look at Xu Zhen, the other person's eyes still seemed to pierce his skin, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"During the martial arts competition like this, it is very likely that the mind will be disturbed, and the mind will be distracted. If you compete with a master like Zhang Wei, you will definitely die!"
Immediately, he understood Xu Zhen's vicious intentions, so Wang Chao immediately calmed down his mind and remained unwavering. Eliminated the sensitivity of his gaze to stimulate myself, and at the same time felt a little grateful to Chen Bin in my heart.
"If I enter the state during a martial arts competition, when the fur on my body is the most sensitive, I suddenly feel the hostility in Xu Zhen's eyes, distracted, and my mind will definitely be shocked. That is a situation where there is no victory but no defeat."
But now Chen Bin reminded Wang Chao that Wang Chao was prepared, so that the other party's irritating and hostile eyes would be useless.
"Thank you." Wang Chao is a person who is grateful.
"It's nothing, I just hope the competition is fair." Chen Bin smiled, turned and left, returned to the chair next to Chen Aiyang and sat down.
"Mr. Wang, this martial arts competition was carefully arranged by me. Are you satisfied? Boxers from Southeast Asia, famous martial arts masters from Taiwan, and famous masters from Hong Kong and Macau have all come here. Especially Mr. Xue Lianxin is present. It is extremely fair. You can now not worried."
When Chen Bin and Wang Chao were shaking hands and talking, Zhao Jun was too embarrassed to eavesdrop. Out of courtesy, he took two steps away, saw Chen Bin leave, and walked up again.
"Mr. Wang, although you are skilled in martial arts, this may be the first time you have come into contact with the coastal martial arts world. Come, let me introduce you one by one." Zhao Jun was very enthusiastic, showing the generosity of the host.
"Mr. Zhao, no need." Wang Chao rejected Zhao Jun's introduction: "I have already brought the 100 million cash check mentioned in the contract. According to the rules, I have to discuss the life and death documents with Master Zhang Wei before the fight." Put your thumbprint on it. Without further ado, let's start now."
The reason why Wang Chao refused was because there were many masters present, some of whom were famous martial arts masters with all kinds of kung fu. If Zhao Jun was really asked to introduce them one by one, he would definitely say hello out of politeness. All kinds of detailed movements on the body, especially Chen Aiyang and Xue Lianxin over there, such masters, Wang Chao must be interested in scrutinizing them with his eyes, but this way, it is very distracting.
There are many chores before the competition, and it is a taboo to be distracted.
When masters compete in martial arts, it is often the subtleties that see kung fu. Wang Chao did a good job in subtlety. Because his heart has already been tempered and washed away the impurities, it can always be as deep and quiet as an ancient well reflecting the moon, unaffected by foreign objects.
"Well, of course, the master must respect the opinions of the guests. Let's start now." Zhao Jun frowned, he didn't expect Wang Chao to be so straightforward.
Wang Chao didn't speak, and let Zhao Jun arrange. The two walked to a big table in front of the arena. On the big table were brushes, inkstones, and a large piece of rice paper. There was also an open box of ink pads.
There are eight big characters written on the rice paper, "Fair fight, life or death."
Wang Chao picked up the pen, signed his name on it, and then pressed the red handprint with inkpad.
At this moment, Zhang Wei also came out from the cabin, wearing black cloth clothes and cloth shoes. His expression was icy cold. He also came to the stage to sign and draw a pledge.
At this moment, a man in loose training clothes came over and shouted: "Witness to sign."
As soon as he finished shouting, Chen Aiyang over there stood up first.
Wang Chao didn't even look at Chen Aiyang, and just said: "I'm going to change clothes. Please lead the way." After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the cabin.
"Xiao Chen, this young man is not simple." Xue Lianxin was an old man in his nineties with a snow-white beard, but he combed it meticulously. Go to the stage and pick up a brush to sign. Looking at the back of Wang Chao walking into the cabin, he said to Chen Aiyang.
"It's not simple." Chen Aiyang's eyes flashed, and he nodded: "Looking at his figure and steps, his kung fu should be similar to Zhang Wei's, especially his calm mind, free from external interference. It seems that this is evenly matched. This time One of them must die here in the martial arts competition. It's a pity."
"It's not in vain for a practitioner to die in the ring." Xue Lianxin's white beard fluttered in the sea breeze: "This is a fight between dragons and tigers. It's hard to guess who will win. You and I should wait and see the result."
Master contests are ever-changing, five points for kung fu, five points for opportunities, evenly matched, and the outcome depends on the sky. No matter how powerful the martial arts is, no matter how sharp-sighted the master is, it is difficult to say the inevitable result in advance.
When the two returned to their seats, Wang Chao had already changed his clothes and came out. He was wearing a purple Tang suit, which was exactly the same as Tang Zichen's before. He also had flat cloth shoes on his feet. He stepped on the ground and walked step by step. It seems that swallows copied water and entered the ring.
At this moment, Zhang Wei also left the ring.
The arena is a three-inch thick fir board, fixed with many thick iron nails densely, very strong and stable.
"Master Zhang, there is no hatred between us, but we are forced to fight to the death in this arena. It's really a trick of the world." Looking at Zhang Wei, Wang Chao suddenly said.
Of these two people, one is a well-known boxing master in Guangdong, and the other is a newly promoted master in the Mainland. They were strangers at first, and had no grievances, but now they signed a life-and-death document. It is indeed amazing.
Both of them are boxing masters, they can judge life and death with their hands, but they can't control their own life and death. It is indeed a great irony.
"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves." A very classic sentence came out of Zhang Wei's mouth, but it fit perfectly with the current situation of the two.
This love!
This scene!
The two people in the arena are indeed "people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves."
quack! quack! There was a shrill cock crowing, and it turned out that a man under the ring was holding a big rooster with a fiery red comb that kept shaking.
The man cut off the head of the chicken and threw it into the sea.
"start!"
In an instant, there was no sound on the deck of the entire luxury cruise ship, only the quiet sea waves and the whistling of the wind.
The confrontation between the two boxing masters made all the masters present hold their breath.
It's a rare competition between masters, let alone signing life and death documents according to the old rules? What's more, some masters present have more or less placed bets. At least several million, at most tens of millions.
Chirp! It seems that the long cry of the crane came from far away in the sky! Zhang Wei raised his neck and raised his head! Open your hands slightly, lift your right leg, and pad your right leg. The whole person seemed to be flying in the air and swept over. At the moment of rushing over, the fists of both hands were instantly pecked into a crane's beak, the arms were entangled, and the spiral wind was blowing, rushing towards the face!
He was like a huge crane rushing forward, pecking at his throat with one hand, not making a move, it was both defense and waiting for an opportunity. With the other hand, the crane pecked vigorously and pierced Wang Chao's right eyeball.
Wing Chun boxing, in the shape of a white crane.
When Zhang Wei exerted his strength, his whole body shook, his chest and lungs moved, and he breathed out, which naturally formed the long roar of the crane.
He has also practiced Wing Chun Baihe Boxing to the level of "sound coming out easily".
The Guangdong Three Tigers, the title of boxing master did not come out of thin air.
Roar! Wang Chao stepped back, arched his body forward, raised his back, and roared like a tiger with his body. At the same time, he raised his arm and swung the ax out along the side line of his right eye, just hitting Zhang Wei's crane pecking fist and mouth.
The tiger shape splits its strength, and the roar is concussive.
Tiger shape versus crane shape.
Zhang Wei's moves didn't make him old, and he still had energy left. At the same time when Wang Chao's tiger palm slashed forward, the peck turned into a fist, and his five fingers suddenly clenched! The joints crackled.
With the explosive strength of this five-finger fist, Zhang Wei's fist became as hard as steel in an instant. It collided fiercely with Wang Chao's split fist.
The muscles slapped, the joints were crisp and connected into one piece.
The entire solid fir arena shook violently.
The white crane's pecking is just a vain gesture, the real ultimate move is the explosive pinching of five fingers, turning the peck into a fist! Zhang Wei's boxing skills have reached the point of subtlety.
After the two punched each other, Wang Chao stepped back three steps in a row, punched his legs hard, and sank to the bottom, each step became heavier and heavier. At the third step, with a cracking sound, the thick fir board under his feet was unexpectedly crushed. Step on crack.
Zhang Wei's footsteps moved continuously, silently, and he opened his arms slightly. His body seemed to be sliding backwards on the ring, as light as a crane, and he retreated to the edge of the ring in an instant. The power of this kick. His body rushed over again.
The two punched hard, and both felt that the other's fist was like a big axe, and the other was like a big iron drill. The heavy collision caused pain and damage to the bones and muscles of the arms, and neither of them took advantage.
Taking advantage of the situation to retreat, each of them moved secretly to restore their fists and arms. Zhang Wei first kicked his legs in a crane shape and pounced again.
Wang Chao suddenly changed his figure, hid his arms around his waist, then twisted his waist and swung it, bang! The arm was thrown out with the strength of the waist, wrapped in a bag, like two poisonous snakes that sprang up suddenly, biting Zhang Wei's fist.
"Hiding in the Snake's Hand Cave, even the gods are hard to guard against."
The two waists are like two holes, and Wang Chao is bending his arms in them. He explodes with the strength of his waist and assists in shaking his hands. The whole body is vigorous, vicious, fierce and fierce. This is the essence of the snake style of play.
The snake moved out, and there was a crisp sound, and after the crisp sound, there was an obvious hiss! sizzle!
Chen Aiyang, who was watching from a distance, simply closed his eyes, his ears trembled slightly up and down, and heard the sound of the two people's punches on the ring into his ears.
A scene of a snake and a crane fighting each other appeared in his mind.
Wang Chao transformed from a tiger shape into a snake shape. The speed of change, the ruthlessness of his strikes, and the fierceness of his power all amazed many boxing masters present.
"No wonder Qin Maojiao will die in his hands!" Xu Zhen, who was sitting on the east side, was shocked when he saw Wang Chaoyue's punches like this, "It really is hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the mainland. Do you know who his master is?"
Faced with Wang Chao turning a tiger into a snake, Zhang Wei's heart shuddered, his fists naturally shook up and down, and the bones of his arms and elbows made a sharp rubbing sound, like a crane screaming.
The shaking of the elbow joint caused the shaking of the fist and wrist. His fists were clenched together, and he struck wildly, like a violent storm, like a woodpecker pecking hard at a tree.
Wang Chao's fist was like a snake's head, swaying and biting, causing his body to shake, stepping continuously, and twisting his waist into countless circles.
The fists of the two men pecked and bit, and their bodies rolled and clashed. In less than ten seconds, they had collided thirty-four times.
The strength was transmitted to the legs of the two, and every time they stepped on it, the wooden boards under the ground cracked and cracked.
After more than ten seconds, the entire arena collapsed amid violent shaking and rupture.