Yue Zhuoqun was a little nervous. When the groups were being divided, Elder Lu intentionally put Wu Xin and Jiang Yixue together. No matter how you look at it, Jiang Yixue was at a disadvantage against Wu Xin.
Therefore, Yue Zhuoqun was afraid that Ye Feng would raise objections, but Ye Feng quickly agreed to the group list and smiled, "No objection, this grouping is fair."
Seeing that Ye Feng agreed to the group list, Yue Zhuoqun felt relieved. He sneered in his heart, this is what you agreed to, and when your disciples suffer, there will be nothing you can do.
Yue Zhuoqun continued to announce: "Since everyone has no objection to this grouping, then please invite the first group of contestants to enter the ring and start the competition."
Knowing his opponent, Monk Wu Xin glanced at Jiang Yixiu with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and then he strode back to the team.
A thin monk with shifty eyes whispered to Wu Xin, "Brother, you have to fight that chick."
Wu Xin spoke in a low voice, with a look of disdain on his face: "Yeah, seeing how weak she is, I'm really afraid that I'll hit her to death with my demon-subduing pestle."
The thin monk smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Wuxin, don't underestimate that woman. She is Ye Feng's favorite girlfriend. It was Ye Feng who ruined Brother Mingxin's cultivation."
Monk Wu Xin's eyes suddenly spurted with anger, and his fists clenched and creaked. "So she is that boy's girlfriend. That's great. I was just worried about how to take revenge. Her boyfriend killed my junior brother, so I'll take revenge on his girlfriend. Amitabha, this is just tit for tat."
Luo Feng and Taiyi Sect disciple Zhao Yuqiang kicked off the second round of the competition.
Luo Feng was wearing a SWAT uniform, holding his riot shield in his left hand and a baton in his right hand, and wearing black leather combat boots. He walked onto the ring in a majestic manner.
He appeared in a riot police uniform, giving people a different perspective and immediately received thunderous applause from the audience.
In addition to Nie Qingwu and the others cheering for him, he also won rounds of applause from the female disciples of Yihua Palace.
"He's really handsome. Come on, handsome guy. I'm rooting for you."
"He is the most impressive policeman I have ever seen. Please don't let us girls down."
Coincidentally, his opponent Zhao Yuqiang seemed to be cooperating with him, playing the role of a policeman catching a thief. With that outfit, he looked like a little gangster.
Zhao Yuqiang had dyed blond hair, a silver earring on his left ear, and a nunchaku in his hand, glancing sideways at Luo Feng with a smug look on his face.
The disciples of Taiyi Sect are quite mixed. Apart from practicing in the mountains, there are no restrictions on their behavior. Zhao Yuqiang is just a gangster in society.
He hated the police from the bottom of his heart, and felt an invisible pressure when he saw Luo Feng.
"This is an ancient martial arts competition, not your police station. Who are you showing off to?"
Luo Feng was experienced in catching thieves and his eyes were as sharp as lightning. He could tell at a glance that Zhao Yuqiang was not doing anything good and immediately put pressure on Zhao Yuqiang.
"What's wrong? Do you hate me? As soon as I saw you, I knew you were antisocial. Tell me what mistakes you made recently. Don't play tricks on me. Tell me the truth."
For some reason, Zhao Yuqiang became timid under Luo Feng's majestic aura and sharp eyes: "Who are you? This is an ancient martial arts competition, don't try to be so mean."
Luo Feng's eyes widened, and his voice was extremely majestic: "Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist, tell the truth quickly, what crime have you committed?"
Zhao Yuqiang had been arrested by the police before, and the trauma was still in his heart. Facing Luo Feng's pressure, he couldn't help but shudder and really confessed.
"I, I didn't do anything bad. I just stole a wallet on the bus yesterday... Bah, you really think you're a police officer. Wait a minute, I'll beat you down and you'll behave yourself."
Halfway through his confession, Zhao Yuqiang suddenly realized that he came to compete with him, not to be interrogated by him, so how could he be really scared by him
Zhao Yuqiang gnashed his teeth in hatred, and his nunchakus danced into a phantom, stirring up a violent airflow and smashed towards Luo Fengtou.
Although Zhao Yuqiang lost to Luo Feng in momentum, his skills were not inferior at all.
Seeing the nunchakus coming at him quickly, Luo Feng quickly raised his hand and held up the tall riot shield to block the nunchakus.
The nunchakus hit the shield, making a thud-thud sound, as dense as hail.
Zhao Yuqiang attacked with anger, using all his strength in every blow. His force was like a raging sea wave, smashing the riot shield like a pile driver, making it shrink inch by inch.
The riot shield seemed to be made of special material. Under the chaotic stick shadows, there was not even a single crack on it, and it completely protected Luo Feng.
The ancient warriors outside the ring were expecting a match of equal strength, but they saw Luo Feng, who was cowering behind a riot shield like a turtle and was beaten without the ability to fight back. They were disappointed and booed contemptuously.
The Taiyi Sect's disciples even laughed at him, saying, "This is a competition among Xuan-level masters, not a competition to see how good your shields are. What's the point of you always blocking with your shield?"
"He looks like a decent person, but he is nothing but a coward."
The female disciples of Yihua Palace started to worry about Luo Feng. Even Lan Ling'er frowned slightly, "Why didn't you fight back? It's really frustrating. Sister Qingwu's men are not very capable."
Jiang Yuxin didn't care at all: "This is a competition. No one stipulates that the competition must be good-looking. As long as he doesn't get knocked off the stage, it's fine."
Zhao Yuqiang was more anxious than anyone else. Although his nunchakus smashed down like a storm, they could not break the riot shield or hurt Luo Feng.
The Taiyi Sect disciples outside the ring gave him advice: "Push him to the side of the ring and knock him off."
This sentence reminded Zhao Yuqiang, and he used all his strength to try to knock Luo Feng off the stage.
Time passed by every second, and my strength was consumed bit by bit.
The sound of the nunchakus hitting the shield seemed to be much quieter. Sweat broke out on Zhao Yuqiang's forehead. He had been exerting force since he came on stage. After five minutes, most of his strength was used up.
Luo Feng, hiding behind the shield, revealed a sly smile.
He shook his wrist and swung out the baton, then lifted his shield, knocked the nunchakus apart, and stabbed the baton in his hand rapidly towards Zhao Yuqiang's heart.
There were no complicated moves, nor majestic momentum, just a swift stab, like a stroke of genius, as fast as lightning.
The baton has a round head and no sharp sword tip. If an ordinary person uses it like this, even if he stabs the opponent, it will not cause much damage.
But Luo Feng is a top Xuan-level master, and the tip of his stick is integrated with the powerful internal force of the Xuan-level. Not to mention hitting the center of the body, even if he hits anywhere on the body, it will break bones and tendons.
What's more, the stab site is the chest, the weakest point of the human body's defense.
(End of this chapter)