With the fishing rod in hand, there is nothing boring to do.
The sea surface is as calm as a sleeping girl, and the fish have become particularly honest, and they haven't bitten the hook for a long time.
Li Muye leaned against the cracks in the rocks on the coast, avoiding the scorching sun above his head.
A large sailing ship was slowly approaching, relying on electricity. The sides and masts of the ship were covered with jet-black birds. A middle-aged man appeared on the bow of the ship, opened the front hatch and released a small boat. He stepped forward and saw He waved his hand, and hundreds of crows immediately flew over, using their beaks to pull up the thin traction lines on the bow of the boat, and pulled the boat quickly towards the shore.
"Old Qi, you have returned to the teacher's school. I don't know how much you have learned. But this bastard has learned it." Li Muye put away the fishing rod, looked at the person with a smile, and asked: "How is it? Shen Yun Master, are you satisfied with your return home in glory?"
The person who came was none other than Qi Rulong, the master of the Habu Chong. He stood at the bow of the boat and bowed to Brother Ono. When he got to the shore, he jumped off the boat and even wanted to pay homage. Li Muye held him up with one hand, and he was moved to tears. Said: "Director, Qi Rulong is committed to following you for the rest of his life."
Li Muye waved his hand and said, "Sooner or later you will have to come back here to take charge of the family, but by then you will have retired."
Qi Rulong said: "Director, my master has promised to try his best to influence Director Chen, but he thinks that Director Chen is not the kind of person who makes decisions under the influence of others. When choosing between you and Huang Yonghao, my teacher is more optimistic about you than he is. Huang Yonghao.”
"Is this your master's view, or what he thinks is Bureau Chen's view?" Li Muye asked.
Qi Rulong said: "Teacher, please rest assured. Director Chen has made a decision. My boat is slow and he asked me to go ahead."
Li Muye nodded and said, "Go back to the ship and prepare."
Qi Rulong nodded and took the order.
Samurai Dong stepped out from the forest and said, "The qualifying competition over there is about to end, and the young man named Evilai you mentioned has appeared." After saying that, he stood next to Li Muye and watched as the crows pulled the boat and led him away. Qi Rulong walked away and said, "Are you ready?"
Li Muye nodded and said, "Let's go there."
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Deep in the island, in front of a magnificent building at the foot of the mountain, a ring was set up in the square, and the trials for the Thai King of Gods Tournament were underway.
There is a huge viewing terrace on the third floor of the building, with a shed above it to protect it from the sun and rain. A large jade chair is placed in the center, and a total of four ordinary chairs are placed on both sides in front. Li Muye is sitting on it. On one of them, sitting on the right side next to Brother Ono, was a yellow-robed monk. He looked about fifty years old, with a dark complexion and almost no edges on his face. He had a smile on his face and looked very easy-going.
Looking further to the left, there is a black man with a huge figure. Even sitting there, he is half a head taller than the average person. This man is shirtless, his huge belly is like a huge black leather drum, and there is an unknown thing hanging around his neck. A necklace made of beast teeth, and gold rings hanging from the ears. Such a huge body has a small head, only about the size of a football. The small nose and small eyes, put together, look a bit like Down syndrome.
Sitting to the left of the big black man was a middle-aged Chinese man, Huang Yonghao.
When Li Muye looked over, he was also looking over, with a slight smile on his lips, but the cold light in his eyes was not concealed at all. There were a group of young men and women standing around the viewing terrace. Huo Jingshan was among them. From time to time, she turned back and peeked at Li Muye. At this moment, she didn't know why Brother Xiaoye suddenly became the fourth person sitting where the White Dragon Bodhisattva sat. King Kong.
In the ring, Er Lai was preparing to fight a white man as a traditional Yue Martial Arts disciple. The opponent has no school, but he maintains an astonishing winning rate in black market boxing. He has won ninety-nine battles and killed all his opponents to win.
This is the last trial before entering the final eight of the God of War. Seven people, including Bai Qi, have already advanced. This white man does not look like he has strong muscles or a powerful physique. According to the information, this man's name is Fontrich, whose previous identity was unknown. He came to the Central Asian Peninsula only half a year ago and started his black market boxing career in Ho Chi Minh City. His fighting style has no certain rules. He is characterized by his great strength and fear of pain. As long as he can Kill your opponents and don't mind using any means.
After watching it for a long time, I couldn't help but wonder, where did this bastard come from? Why does the previous information not have this number
Evil Lai clasped his arms against his chest, ready to open the door and start a fight. Logically speaking, the other party should also respond with a polite gesture, but this Fontrich suddenly refused to fight without declaring it. Taking advantage of the moment when Xilai came up to say hello, he flew over and kicked him fiercely.
The incident happened suddenly. I didn't expect this guy to be so nasty, so he quickly raised his arms to block it. Fengtrich kicked Erai on the arm, knocking Erai back a few steps. The guy was so rude that he chased after him and rained down his fists.
Xilai was caught off guard and he took the lead. The opponent's fists were very heavy and the attack angle was tricky, either on the back of the head or on the ear. If he was hit by a punch, the consequences would be disastrous, so he had to defend with all his strength. When the enemy retreated and escaped, Fontrich pressed forward step by step. This guy is not only powerful, but his reaction speed is also not slow, and he can completely keep up with the evil. This person didn't have any tricks or routines, but every movement was rational, his force was fully coherent, his hands and feet were well coordinated, and the suppressed evil could never find a chance to fight back.
"Good skills!" Huang Yonghao suddenly applauded and praised: "This young boxer named Fengtrich has mastered the essence of boxing. Every movement is so accurate. He is like a precision-operated machine. It seems that There is no longer any suspense about the outcome of this contest.”
Ye Bailong said: "Master Huang is optimistic about this white boxer. Do the other three masters have different opinions?"
"I think it's still too early to draw a conclusion." Naitong Sha, who was sitting next to Li Muye, said: "This man's physical strength should be worse than that of the Yue Martial Arts boxer. If he can't defeat his opponent with the advantage, it will take a long time. When his physical strength is almost exhausted, it will be the opponent's turn to turn defeat into victory."
Ye Bailong asked the black man: "Gambia, what do you think?"
Gambia said: "The white boxers are well-trained. They seem to have undergone surgery to destroy pain nerves, and they have the upper hand. The advantage is too great. I think there is no suspense."
Ye Bailong finally asked Li Muye, "Master Li, do you have any advice?"
Li Muye said: "If there were no unexpected circumstances, this white boxer should have won the situation, but there are no guarantees in the world. If he accidentally stepped on something and slipped, maybe the situation would be different." As he said, , turned to look at Huang Yonghao, and said: "Master Huang, do you think what I said makes sense?"
Huang Yonghao sneered and said: "On the ring, what can he step on... Li Muye, you are despicable!" His expression suddenly changed, he pointed at Brother Xiaoye in surprise, and asked: "What do you mean by this?"
In the boxing ring, the white boxers had the upper hand, and they fought back the evil forces with great momentum. They retreated and advanced, attacked and defended. No matter it was psychological or physical, the exertion they borne was incomparable. Yu, seeing that winning is only a matter of time. At this moment, the man's feet suddenly stopped, and his whole body stiffened for a moment. In an instant, he was thrown away by Evil Lai. He stood there motionless for more than two seconds.
When masters compete, every millisecond counts!
Two seconds were enough for him to launch a counterattack.
When Fontrich was finally able to lift his feet, Evil's hand was already in front of him. Although he is not afraid of pain, it does not mean that his eyes are invulnerable. When the evil fingers almost dug into his eyelids, Fontrich hurriedly lay back to avoid them. Eilai turned his wrist and pressed down, catching up with his neck. He pinched it tightly, and the skin and flesh were torn apart immediately.
Vontrich was in great pain, but was not affected at all. He just used his legs to raise his body horizontally, and threw a leg in mid-air to kick the evil ribs. Wu Lai listened to the wind and judged that this leg was not heavy, so he tried his best to be kicked by him. He used all his strength to carry it, and at the same time, he added 20% more strength to his hands. Fengtrich's kick was in the air, and it was not powerful enough to cause fatal damage to Xilai. He obviously knew this, and he just used the reaction force of the kick to try hard to grab Xilai's neck. Get out from below.
No matter how evil he was, he was willing to give him some time to breathe. He chased after him like lightning, and with his right foot, he kicked Fengtrich's crotch viciously.
Vontrich knew that if this kick was real, he would be killed on the spot. He was lying on the ground, and it was inconvenient to move to block, so he had to stretch his body and retract his legs to bear the kick. There was just a click, and the evil foot kicked and stepped hard, crushing Fengtrich's tibia.
The opponent raised his other leg high, and the rabbit fought hard to defend. At the same time, he patted the table next to him to express his resignation.
Huang Yonghao, who was on the observation deck on the second floor, glared at Li Muye angrily and said, "The glass ball Fengtrich stepped on injured his pericardial meridian. How come there are glass beads in the arena?"
Li Muye ignored him, stood up and walked to the edge of the observation deck, wiping his neck towards Evil Lai.
Evil Lai originally wanted to kill this despicable opponent, but the other party surrendered and had to stop attacking according to regulations. He was feeling unwilling in his heart, but he saw Li Muye appearing above him, gesturing for him to kill. He would not be polite to the other party, so he immediately pretended that he did not see the other party's action of slapping the table, and moved forward to face Fengtrich's temple. Just a kick. Vontrich hurriedly parried with his hands.
Evilai turned his ankle and kicked him on the shoulder, causing his shoulder blade to shatter immediately. Fontrich struggled to get up and tried to escape off the stage, but Badai quickly caught up with him and grabbed him by the neck from behind.
"Stop!" Huang Yonghao shouted loudly on the viewing terrace: "Be merciful!" As he said that, he jumped down to stop the evil man from committing crimes.
Li Muye suddenly stood in front of him and said, "Master Huang, there is a martial arts competition below. What are you going to do?"
When Huang Yonghao saw Evil Lai breaking Fengtrich's neck, he immediately stamped his feet anxiously, pointed at Li Muye and shouted: "Li, you have caused a big disaster..." (End of Chapter)