jiquan reincarnation

Chapter 33
On the boxing ring, Kesar's tall figure looked around the crowd, making the audience silent.

Yan Songshan, the owner of the Golden Blade Martial Arts Academy, looked very ugly at this time. His most valued disciple Zhu Renliang this time has been defeated by the opponent and has not been able to cause substantial damage to the opponent. The remaining two fighters, and Who can beat this white ghost?
The remaining disciple?Or the fighter from Xiaolin Wuguan?
It seemed that he could no longer see the hope of defeating the opponent. If he was really defeated by the opponent four times in a row, it would be a huge blow to the reputation of the three major martial arts schools.

A random young fighter is already so strong, is there a way out for the traditional Chinese martial arts?

"What's the matter with this person? Why is the attack on him the same as having no effect?"

"Could it be that he has reached horizontal training? But it doesn't look like it. When horizontal training circulates Qi and blood, there will be obvious abnormalities on the body surface, but this person does not."

"During the ringing stage, is there such a big gap in strength? Two top martial arts disciples were defeated so easily."

"This is Western fighters. The West leads us not only in technology, but also in individual strength. Back then, the Dagan Dynasty dominated China, and the seven-color army came out in large numbers. They were not defeated by the firearms and fighters of the Six Nations. After being defeated, you have to humiliate and compromise again and again?"

After a while, there was a burst of discussion among the silent crowd, but there was inevitably a sense of frustration revealed in the content of the discussion.

That is a kind of despair for the Chinese martial arts and culture.

In a century of troubled times, Shenzhou lost not only victories in wars, but most importantly, the people lost confidence in their own nation and culture. This deep-seated inferiority complex may not be easily eliminated even after a hundred years. .

This is the most terrifying thing.

Don't be afraid of losing your land, but be afraid of losing your soul!

"I can't win, Western secret medicine fighters, although their skills are far behind the Shenzhou Martial Arts that has been passed down for thousands of years, the physical improvement brought by the secret medicine is too great, and it has already exceeded this The upper limit of skills, not to mention that this person's enhancement ability is very rare and powerful, even if it is placed in the entire Shenzhou resounding stage, it can still be ranked first, and it is impossible for a small Tianhai Mansion to have his opponent."

Chu Jiaxuan took a deep breath, looking at Kesar standing on the ring and looking down at the crowd, she felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness in her heart.

"After tonight, I'm afraid the situation in Tianhai Mansion will undergo some major changes."

Ma Maocheng whispered.

At this time, Zhao Xuanqi and Shen Shuqiang, another fighter from the Golden Blade Martial Arts Academy, were standing in the waiting area. Shen Shuqiang saw Zhu Renliang knocked off the ring with a single blow, his arm was twisted, and his face was very ugly.

Even Zhu Renliang couldn't deal with the existence, and the situation might be even worse if he played.

Unknowingly, through the first two games, Kesar's horror has formed a certain shadow in his heart.

Blood energy has been lost, how to kill the enemy?
On the other side, Zhao Xuanqi narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the two battles just now.

Super strength and explosiveness, a body with almost no weaknesses, extremely strong physical fitness and endurance.

The strengthening ability of this person's secret medicine may have a great relationship with the muscles.

This kind of opponent is indeed very difficult to deal with. At least the methods he used to deal with Zhou Ze may not be effective against this person.

The surrounding discussions came to his ears, the sighs, the frustration of Shenzhou Martial Arts, the increasingly suppressed and helpless anger.
Zhao Xuanqi's spirit was obviously extremely calm, but for some reason, the blood in this body was slowly boiling, as if something imprinted in the blood was slowly recovering and burning, wanting to resist and roar.

"Is it Zhao Qi's influence again?"

Zhao Xuanqi frowned slightly, but instead of resisting the feeling of blood boiling, he relaxed and accepted the impulse.

A warrior, what he raises is the breath in his chest.

The ambition to pursue the limit, the arrogance to be independent, the courage to be irresponsible, the backbone to die rather than surrender, the chivalry to see injustice in the road, and the spirit to be the first.
Only when the blood gushes out, can the mountains and rivers be rushed!

In the previous life of Blue Star, his pursuit was only to reach the realm of martial arts legends, but in this life, Zhao Qi's body and experience, and the unique history of this land made him feel something different.

He enjoys the trembling of burning blood, and only in that kind of trembling can he feel the meaning of his life more clearly.

But at this moment, Kesar on the stage looked around at Zhao Xuanqi and Shen Shuqiang, with a look of disdain and contempt on his face.

At this moment, the suppressed things in Zhao Qi's blood seemed to be completely stimulated, rushing like a volcanic eruption, making Zhao Xuanqi's spirit tremble slightly.

It's an adrenaline-like feeling, a craving comparable to the desire to eat.

"This feeling is a bit interesting. The body seems to be a little impatient?"

Zhao Xuanqi whispered to himself.

"Two, continue to draw lots."

On the other side, Yan Songshan took a deep breath to calm himself down, and said to Weng Xiaolin and Dong Wenhui.

No matter what, this competition has to go on. Maybe at the end of the battle, Kesar's physical fitness will decline, so there will be a chance?

However, just as the three were about to draw lots again, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Weng Xiaolin took a closer look and realized it was Zhao Qi.

At this time, Zhao Xuanqi clasped his fists slightly and bowed to Weng Xiaolin and the other two pavilion masters, and said at the same time: "Master, the two pavilion masters, the disciples request to fight."

As soon as these words were said, not only the three hall owners heard, but also Director Pete and other guests at the side heard Zhao Xuanqi's words.

Suddenly the scene fell silent.

Yuan Mingfeng and Zhu Renliang suffered disastrous defeats one after another, and no one had much confidence in this competition. However, at this time, the representative of Xiaolin Martial Arts, who seemed to be the most inconspicuous, took the initiative to stand up and ask for a fight.

Yan Songshan and Dong Wenhui were also a little stunned, but Weng Xiaolin, who was sitting beside him, had a bright light in his eyes.

He has a certain understanding of Zhao Xuanqi's strength, but judging from the battle with Zhou Ze alone, Zhao Xuanqi does not have the strength to defeat Kaiser.

However, judging from his understanding of Zhao Xuanqi, this young guy is not a simple-minded person. On the contrary, he is the best at hiding. It's not that there is still something hidden and unused.

Since he can take the initiative to stand up and ask for a fight, maybe there are some ways.

"What are the odds of winning?"

Weng Xiaolin asked Zhao Xuanqi in a deep voice.

"Less than seventy percent."

Zhao Xuanqi pondered for a while and said.

(End of this chapter)