Chapter 67: Exhibition Match Leads to Death

Chapter 67: Exhibition Match Leads to Death

Chapter 67: Exhibition Match Leads to Death

"scare!"

Mao Lang's cry was shrill, and his body turned into a black shadow, rushing towards them.

Although his boxing style has some influence of the Vajra Fist, his attacks are full of personal style.

As fast as the wind, he lowered his body's center of gravity very low, with his arms hanging close to the ground, walking on all fours like a wild beast.

Having been around wild animals since childhood, they have developed habits and their attack posture is similar to the hunting method of wild animals.

This style of play has great advantages: it is fast, has a stable center of gravity, and reduces the area that is attacked.

He was seen punching around Wu Yanyi, biting, scratching and clawing like a wild beast, and every move was fatal.

"The power is pure and mature."

Zhou You heard the inner courtyard disciples' comments in a low voice.

He is currently at the initial stage of strength and still has a long way to go before he can master it.

The technique that Lu Qiang demonstrated to him earlier, compressing the strength into a silk thread and passing it through the needle eye without damaging the steel needle, is the realm of pure strength and also the characteristic of the high level of strength.

Although Mao Lang's movements are almost like those of a wild beast, he possesses the strength of a genius and has honed his strength to a proficient level through his own understanding.

Every time he moved his hands and feet, his teeth, nails, and even his shoulders and elbows, all the parts used for attack were infused with strength.

Zhou You realized the gap between himself and others.

As a martial arts master, Mao Laoliu's status is equal to that of Wang Jianxiong. The young man who made him accept him as his disciple as an exception is definitely not an ordinary genius.

No wonder he was willing to spend a huge amount of money to build Jianxiong Martial Arts School to help Mao Lang gain fame.

"Cough cough!"

As a Qi and Blood warrior, Wu Yanyi's skills and strength are far superior to those of Force warriors.

Facing Mao Lang's frenzied attack, he responded by remaining motionless and delivered the Subduing Tiger Fist without a single flaw.

He used various moves with ease, and swung his fists to create a dense layer of defense, dissolving Mao Lang's attacking force one by one.

From this we can see that although Wu Yanyi is the weakest Qi and blood warrior, he is not someone that can be defeated by ordinary people at this level of strength.

Mao Lang's seemingly ferocious attack didn't even touch a single hair on his head.

"It seems that today's game is likely to be a draw."

Zhou You heard Shen Sijing whispering his inner thoughts to his companions.

However, Zhou You looked at the competition and shook his head. Not necessarily!

The Tiger Subduing Fist is all about momentum, it requires the same arrogant momentum as a tiger coming down the mountain and hunting all kinds of beasts as their food reserves.

Zhou You has killed dozens of people under his command, and has a deeper understanding of the essence of boxing.

This style of boxing can only exert its maximum power if you have the intention to kill.

Wu Yanyi deliberately let the opponent win and turned the Subduing Tiger Fist into a defensive punch, which was like throwing away the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds.

So what if there is a gap in realm? Without that momentum, how can we not be defeated?

Mao Lang suffered setbacks everywhere, but his attacks became more and more fierce.

He is extremely talented and has terrifying endurance. Even under high-intensity attacks, his physical strength shows no signs of decline.

Suddenly, he shook his head and grabbed, and with a burst of force, he was knocked to pieces by Wu Yanyi's punch.

Mao Lang took advantage of the recoil force and took a few steps back, with a momentum rising from under his feet.

"Could it be..."

Zhou You is familiar with this momentum, which is the charging characteristic of the ultimate move in the early stage.

Could it be that he was also going to perform the triple-fold technique?

Jiba Martial Arts School is as famous as Jianxiong Martial Arts School, and Mao Laoliu must have taught them his best tricks.

With Mao Lang's mastery of strength, shouldn't it be easy for him to master the triple-fold technique?
“Break the rock and wash the sand.”

Mao Lang's footsteps suddenly became heavy, dong dong dong, with each step he stepped on the rammed earth, making the ground soft and concave.

He clenched his fists and smashed down like a hammer.

Then, the strong force wrapped in the strong wind turned into a turbulent torrent that rushed towards him, scratching his face and causing a stinging pain.

It was indeed the Triple Technique, and it was the unique skill of Ji Ba Martial Arts School... the gold-winning Triple Technique.

Although Wu Yanyi was surprised, he responded quickly and took a deep breath. His palms swelled and faint lines appeared.

"Tiger Evil, it is indeed Tiger Evil."

Wu Yanyi's tiger aura is weak, far less than Lu Qiang's, and its color is not iron gray, but stone grayish white.

Even the weakest Qi and Blood warrior can unleash Tiger Evil, which is not on the same level as Strength.

Once the Tiger Evil appears, the effect is extraordinary.

Mao Lang accumulated the power of the first two moves and finally performed the last move of the three-fold technique of winning gold, "Water falls and gold emerges."

His fist was wrapped in a faint golden light, tearing through the air and punching towards Wu Yanyi's heart.

Wu Yanyi's palm was filled with Tiger Evil, and it collided heavily with his fist, causing a deafening explosion.

It’s really a draw!
Mao Lang's body shook a few times, but he neither retreated nor fell, and he held on firmly.

The disciples of both Jianxiong Martial Arts School and Jiba Martial Arts School thought that the competition was over.

Even the three-fold technique couldn't defeat Wu Yanyi, and it would be useless to continue fighting. After all, the opponent was a Qi and Blood warrior, and the gap was obvious.

Wu Yanyi thought so too. Although he was reluctant to give in, he could not disobey the owner's order.

Just as he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly blurred and he lost track of Mao Lang.

The change came too suddenly!

The next moment, a dangerous aura rose from the soles of his feet, causing his heartbeat to accelerate sharply.

Danger, deadly danger, was like a basin of cold water poured on Wu Yanyi.

"Golden Lotus Emerging from the Ground!"

Mao Lang's voice came from under him, and Wu Yanyi subconsciously thought, "The heavy killing move of the Vajra Fist, the Golden Lotus Emerging from the Ground."

This move is of the same level as the White Tiger Seven Kills of Jiba Martial Arts School, and both are powerful moves that can only be mastered by Qi and Blood warriors.

But Mao Lang is a strong martial artist, how could he possibly master this move?

As a bystander, Zhou You witnessed Mao Lang's entire move.

He used his hands and feet like a wild beast, got under Wu Yanyi's crotch, and performed a unique move that was as dazzling as a golden lotus.

The fingers and arms stretched out like petals, reflecting the faint golden light, just like a golden lotus blooming out of the ground.

This lotus is dazzling, but it carries a huge murderous intent.

Wu Yanyi thought something was wrong and jumped up to create some distance, but it was too late.

Golden 'lotus petals' pierced into the flesh of his feet and legs, and the power burst out like a sharp blade.

In full view of everyone, the huge golden lotus slowly turned and directly rolled Wu Yanyi's lower body into it.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, bones were broken, and the wind brought up a thick bloody light.

"Life is dead!"

Zhou You's eyelids jumped. The golden lotus covered Wu Yanyi above the waist, severely damaging his internal organs.

Wu Yanyi's legs were crushed on the spot, and his waist could not be saved either.

The whole person seemed to be sucked into a meat grinder, with the lower body crushed to pieces. This was already a fatal injury.

"Clap!"

Half of Wu Yanyi's body flew up in the rain of blood and fell to the ground at an angle.

Then I saw Mao Lang squatting on the ground, his body covered in blood and flesh, like a beast that had just eaten a man.

The air was stagnant and the silence was eerie.

Zhou You was speechless, because the place where Wu Yanyi fell was closest to him, and his open abdomen was clearly visible.

There's no hope. It's really hopeless.

The abdominal cavity was open, the internal organs were damaged, and black blood slowly flowed out.

The smell of blood, organs, and other complex odors mixed together with a faint scent of death.

Who could have thought that someone would die in a mere exhibition match?

(End of this chapter)