Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 61 Wrestling
They fell as soon as they said they fell, and the two of them were very straightforward. They directly spread their hands apart without any temptation. They rushed towards each other without giving in. A real man just wants to be tough!

The two people pressed their hands against each other, crossed their fingers together, and exerted force on each other, squeezing and pressing!
At the same time, the ten fingers are brought together in the middle, as if turning into a torture tool with ten fingers connected to the heart, attacking the opponent's fingers.

If it was an ordinary person, if any of the two of them pressed their fingers like this, they would probably break their fingers on the spot.

But both of them were grinning ferociously, without flinching.

The Mongolian generals on the side were very familiar with Battelle's strange strength, and they all raised their hands in applause.

"How dare this southerner compare strength with Battelle, it's in Battelle's arms!"

"Hey, he's not weak in size, but he can't compare to Battelle, who is born with supernatural power. If he fights head-on, he might lose badly."

While everyone was discussing, the second Tibetan monk, Qi Zhicheng, Zhang Daochang, E Toutuo, and Semu Rengui, whom Fan Zhuoyuan had noticed before, also looked at the venue very intently.

They had their own judgments in their minds, among them, Anilao, who practiced Dragon and Elephant Prajna Kungfu among the two Tibetan monks, said in a low voice: "This southerner will not be Battelle's opponent when he compares strength. Only with pure brute force, even if it is me, I have to use the power of five dragons and five elephants to overwhelm them."

The voice was heard by Daoist Zhang beside Qi Zhicheng behind him, he smiled slightly, but said: "The comparison is wrestling, not just wrestling. Mongolian wrestling is also very skillful."

Anilo smiled and said: "That's right! It's not that there are no wrestlers on Naadam who are big with small skills, but they have to restrain their opponents with skills from the very beginning, but this person directly fights the opponent with brute force, yes No chance of wrestling."

Daoist Zhang looked at the field thoughtfully, and Sharoba also said: "I have seen General Fan's horizontal kung fu practice, his whole body is indeed like a steel bone, but unfortunately the competition here is wrestling, and the ground above the knee If you lose, General Fan will not be able to display his strength."

The evil head Tuo chuckled and said, "What kind of bastard and steel bone, I can't see anything but wine bags and rice bags, but I can drink and eat!"

Obviously, as long as everyone in the audience knows Battelle's strength, they are basically not optimistic about Fan Zhuoyuan.

During the wrestling, Fan Zhuoyuan didn't use the release limit, and relied purely on the original physical strength to wrestle, but he didn't expect that he couldn't push the opponent.

From the waves of force gushing out from the opponent's arm, Fan Zhuoyuan felt that the Mongolian in front of him didn't seem to be a man who only knew how to use brute force.

He has cultivated the internal strength of the middle earth, and the internal strength is not bad. The energy is more intense than the other, and it is overwhelming like a mountain. If it is an ordinary person, he will have been pushed away by such a violent force. It is no exaggeration to say that it is beyond Zhang.

Fan Zhuoyuan couldn't help but praised: "Your Excellency's internal strength and external strength are quite remarkable, but it's a pity that it's not as good as a certain family's focus on the outside!"

Battelle's eyes were wide open. He once saved the life of a Quanzhen Sect priest who preached on the grassland, and was taught the Quanzhen Sect's inner strength by the other party.

However, Battelle himself has quite a solid foundation. After a long period of internal and external cultivation, he has cultivated a whole body of profound arts for him, and he has never met an opponent in the competition of strength.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he was unable to take down the southern general who seemed to have only brute muscles, which made him very shocked.

Fan Zhuoyuan said again: "Your true energy has already been stimulated to the end, can you still hold it back?"

As he said that, he took a step forward, but Battelle was pushed back and slid a step back. Fan Zhuoyuan advanced again, and he retreated again.

At this moment, even those who no longer know martial arts can see that Battelle is already at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

People who were familiar with Battelle showed a look of astonishment, he was completely suppressed by his opponent in terms of strength!
Anilao said with a wry smile: "I underestimated this southern general. I didn't expect there to be such a supernatural person in this world. I'm afraid it's nothing more than the overlord's rebirth."

Saroba said seriously: "I can assure you that this general will not have any internal strength!"

Daoist Zhang and Qi Zhicheng looked at each other, both full of surprise.

E Toutuo sneered, "It does have some strength."

The shock in Battelle's heart was far greater than that of others. He kept trying to stabilize the retreating momentum with the method of the heavy drop, but the opponent's strength was stable, continuous and unstoppable, and the slow and heavy push made it difficult for him to maintain the status quo.

After struggling in his mind for a while, Battelle finally gave up his plan to continue wrestling with Fan Zhuoyuan, and suddenly let go of his right hand, quickly penetrated into the armpit of Fan Zhuoyuan's right arm, and wrapped his arms around his entire right arm tightly.

Then, he borrowed Fan Zhuoyuan's force to push him forward, and quickly pulled him in front of him. At the same time, he bowed his back and pushed his hips, and used his waist strength and inertia to throw it with a back throw technique!
This arm-and-back throw was clean and neat, and the strength was extremely well used. It almost only happened in the breath and was completed, and ordinary warriors had no time to react.

Everyone exclaimed, Fan Zhuoyuan was thrown over, but when he was in the air, he clamped the back of Battelle's neck with his left arm, used his strength to stabilize his upper body, landed with only his legs, and pressed down with his left arm its neck.

After being dropped to the ground at this time, the upper body was pressed on Battelle instead, and he did not fall.

Seeing that he failed to fall the opponent, before Fan Zhuoyuan could turn around to face him, he quickly stretched out his hands and clasped Fan Zhuoyuan's waist from behind, propped one leg into the midline of Fan Zhuoyuan's legs, and was about to perform a bridge hug backward backward!
When wrestling, it is extremely dangerous for the opponent to take the position of the back!

But Fan Zhuoyuan fought in UFC in his previous life, so he has a lot of experience in preventing falls.

Seeming to be at an absolute disadvantage, he immediately stretched out his hand to clamp Battelle's head at this moment, and at the same time hooked his leg to the opponent's leg that penetrated his center line.

Battelle gathered his strength to perform a waist-hugging fall, his face flushed, but in the end, the force applied to his hooked leg, which failed for a while.

Fan Zhuoyuan took the opportunity to take advantage of the strength of the other party's arms, and hooked Battelle's legs and jumped forward at the same time!
On the contrary, he raised his legs with Battelle's strength, breaking his center of gravity, and gently and skillfully pushed back the arm clamping Battelle's neck!
Battelle, who was originally in the upper hand, kicked up dizzily, and fell backwards, hitting the floor.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked back at the other party. The wrestling technique he used just now was twisted twist in traditional Chinese wrestling. What he was dealing with was being hugged by the opponent from behind.

Battelle didn't fall hard and got up quickly, but according to the rules of Mongolian wrestling, if he landed above his knees, he would be considered a loser. He has lost completely at this time!

He stared angrily at Fan Zhuoyuan with his copper-bell-sized eyes, and finally snorted coldly before retreating to his seat.

This time everyone has seen clearly that Balter not only lost to the opponent in wrestling, but also inferior to the opponent in wrestling skills.

Kublai Khan took the lead in applauding, and said with a smile: "General Fan is indeed better, he is worthy of being the number one general of the Southerners! Are you interested in going to Shangdu and Lin to participate in the Naadam next year?"

This sentence immediately caused hostility among many generals in the Northland. They looked at Fan Zhuoyuan coldly, and suppressed all the cheers they had prepared.

At this time, Anilao, who was learning the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, stood up, bowed and said: "The poor monk sees that the general is unparalleled in power, and I really want to compete with the general in strength. Is the general interested?"

(End of this chapter)