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Chapter 427 Master
"The successor of Ship Fist was KO'd by Modern Fighting!"

"Shaolin boxing is KO by modern fighting!"

"Seven Star Mantis Fist KO Modern Fighting!"

"Bajiquan KO Modern Fighting!"

The King of Fighters Showdown is going on every day, and the martial arts vs. fighting scenes are staged. Generally speaking, there are more martial arts transmissions.

Chuanwu vs. Modern Fighting, 80.00% of the early stage loses.

However, as the game came to the second half, this situation began to slowly reverse, and a group of powerful martial arts masters won one after another.

Li Ting, for example, fought seven or eight consecutive matches without a single defeat. In his hands, no one can pass a single move.

There is also a guy who came out of some big mountain, called Sun Tianbao, 1.6 meters tall, short and thin, and he is superb in monkey boxing. He is erratic, and his opponents are miserable.

In addition, Wudang, Shaolin, Mount Qingcheng, Emei, and a few cross-river dragons from Hong Kong Island have also passed all the way and become hot hits.

These people have one thing in common, that is, they can fight.

Not only is his own martial arts advanced, but he is also proficient in modern fighting, and has a deep understanding of modern fighting.

For example, a certain Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain came up with a hug and fell, and then crossed his opponent to KO, and the audience was stunned.

……

"That's right, Xiao Li. You've entered the top ten. Congratulations. You played well in this round. That elbow just now was very strong."

After Li Ting finished the match, he was sitting by the ring to rest and drink water. Zhang Wei came over and said.

Since becoming a referee, Zhang Wei has seen many masters and was deeply impressed by Li Ting. In addition, they are all practicing Bajiquan. After chatting a few more times, he knew that Li Ting also had a relationship with Ding Xiu.

Li Ting's Bajifajin was taught by Ding Xiu.

In his own Bajiquan system, Ding Xiu can be regarded as half a teacher.

Calculated in this way, the two are still brothers of the same sect.

With Ding Xiu's relationship, the two got a lot closer.

"Phew!" Li Ting said, holding his tight chest, "The more you get to the back, the more masters there are, and I'm a little powerless. I almost didn't make it through today."

The first few games were very easy, but those who can make it to the later stage have no skill.

From the instant kill to the stalemate now, each fight is more difficult than the last. Today's fight is against the Daoist of Qingcheng Mountain. The opponent is practicing foreign kung fu, and his fists are not usually hard.

It took him two punches in a row to barely win.

Zhang Wei said with a smile: "It's not bad that you've made it this far, kid. You don't even look at the people who have been fighting until now. How many years have they been practicing fighting? How many years have you been."

The players who have played so far all have a lot of actual combat experience, and Li Ting has the least actual combat experience.

However, his growth rate is very fast, and he was still very young in the beginning, and now he can beat amateur boxers even if he doesn't work hard.

If counting strength, Li Ting is definitely a little master.

This is only due to his lack of actual combat experience. If he fights like this every day, after a year or so, he will definitely be able to step into high-end combat power and become a real master.

Li Ting grinned, this is the reason why he came here, because there are actual battles to fight here, he can feel that he is improving every time he fights, he enjoys this release of full strength more and more, wandering around The feeling between hitting and being hit.

"Brother Zhang, by the way, you're not too old, right? Why didn't you sign up?"

Zhang Wei shook his head: "I'm different from you, I'm too bullying on stage."

He wants to go too, but Ding Xiu refuses.

But like he said, he was too bullying on stage.

The King of Fighters will never allow professional boxers to compete, and he is a retired special soldier, even more exaggerated than professional boxers.

He has been on the line of life and death all year round, and has countless lives on his hands. Letting him play this kind of entertainment game is completely reducing dimensionality and bullying children.

He also practiced Baji Jin, but Li Ting couldn't do more than three moves in his hands.

"Shall we practice if we have time?" Li Ting's eyes lit up, and he regained his energy in an instant.

"Okay, I'll punch you a few times when I'm done working."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang. Don't say anything else. It's time for dinner. Let's go. I'll buy you a drink."

Regardless of his bruised and purple ribs, Li Ting got up, put one hand on Zhang Wei's shoulder, and was about to drag him to drink.

"Don't worry, I haven't got off work yet, there are still two games to play, wait for me for half an hour."

"Hey, I forgot that you are the referee, so I'll change my clothes first and see you later."

Half an hour later, Zhang Wei and Li Ting changed their clothes and walked out of the gymnasium side by side.

Today's competition ended, and the audience came out one after another. Those who wore the same clothes in groups were either boxing gyms or a certain school. At this time, some were happy and some were sad.

The winner is naturally full of joy, smiling and accepting the thanks from the people around him.

The loser looked sad, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and the brim of his hat was pulled down, and he walked away with his head buried.

"Hey, stop!"

Hearing the voice behind them, Li Ting and Zhang Wei turned their heads.

Not far away, a man in his 30s with a cropped cut and a scar on his face drinking Coke through a straw was surrounded by people.

The sound of stopping was calling him.

"My friend, are you a bit heavy on your hands?"

Facing seven or eight martial arts practitioners, the scarred man put one hand in his pocket, took a sip of Coke calmly, shrugged and said, "Is there any, I have already shown mercy."

"What the hell are you..."

Hearing this, someone rushed to fight.

The loser in the arena was their elder brother, his palms were all broken, and two ribs were broken, and he was still lying in the hospital. The doctor said that in the future, not to mention punching, he would be a problem.

However, they were angry, they came here to find a place, they planned to make a new appointment, force the other party to apologize, and vent their anger on the senior brother, but they didn't expect the other party to be so arrogant, who the hell couldn't be angry.

Facing the crowd of seven or eight people, the man stepped forward fiercely, bent his knees, bent over, ducked his head to avoid the fist, and then the fist holding the Coke can landed on the cheek of the person in front of him without any mistakes.

"boom!"

This punch was surprisingly powerful, the man who was hit was sent flying two or three meters, foamed at the mouth when he landed, rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Bang!"

Throwing away the crushed coke can, the man bit the straw and joked, "I'm scared to death, what are you doing?"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck him!"

As soon as the words fell, they were greeted only by a sweeping whip leg. The person who was hit flew out again without accident, lying on the ground with his hands on his waist and howling, and the onlookers felt pain when they saw it.

Although the Scar Man has a scar on his face, his overall demeanor looks lazy, frivolous, and a bit cynical when he is quiet.

You can only know how terrifying it is when you start your hands.

He was 1.8 meters tall and looked weak, but his frame was extremely thick. His pair of arms were like the arms of an ape. He was so fierce that he knocked back four or five people in an instant with a combination of punches.

Those who were hit by him didn't get up again, and all of them lost their combat effectiveness in one blow.

(End of this chapter)