fifth form

Chapter 187 Suppression
"Longwei fighting technique?"

"Nine times out of ten you practice shit fighting, you lose!"

"If it weren't for the low probability of success rate, do you think that thing can be included in five-star martial arts?"

……

On the ring, the sequencer with the horse face mask raised his right hand to cover his eyes, not daring to look into Zhang Xuezhou's eyes at all.

He waved his left hand wildly, trying to sweep across Zhang Xuezhou's body.

With the help of the voice from the arena, he already understood the reason for his loss.

But he couldn't find a way to crack it.

His opponent practiced a five-star fighting technique, but the opponent's fighting technique was included in the five-star fighting technique only because the success rate of the practice was too low.

In terms of power, the rank of Longwei Fighting Art is at least four stars, and it can even go up.

In other words, he is currently fighting across tiers.

No one wants to lose, especially for someone like him who has been exposed to the extraordinary but has no family background, playing games provided by this kind of underground organization is almost the only way out.

He let out low-pitched growls and swung around the ring.

Opposite the sequencer with the horse face mask, Zhang Xuezhou dodged in embarrassment and ran around the ring.

His head is still a little dazed.

There was a high probability that the party behind the scenes arranged for the opponent to lose, but even if the opponent punched the opponent randomly, he couldn't parry it.

Of course he could see the disorderly punching of the horse face sequencer. As a person with a lot of experience, Zhang Xuezhou even knew that the opponent was at the end of his battle at this time.

If Zhang Manqian was in the ring, she could overwhelm this kind of opponent with one kick.

But the problem is that he is not Zhang Manqian, and his boxing level can be called low energy.

Although he has already been admitted to university, Zhang Xuezhou believes that a junior high school student, or even a sixth grade elementary school student, can overwhelm him.

Unless the sequencer of the horse-face mask car can dive like before, it is impossible for him to forcibly knock down the opponent at this time.

The noise in the arena could be heard, these people were talking about the strength of the giant ape, and discussing the martial arts of dragon power, Zhang Xuezhou felt that these people were played around by the behind-the-scenes supervisors of the arena.

A fake match was explained as a variety of reasons to justify itself.

Zhang Xuezhou has something to do with martial arts, but he only has something to do with "Crane Shaped Fist".

Even Zhang Xuezhou did not learn the various boxing techniques of "Crane Shaped Fist", but only learned the ability of cranes to fly upside down.

He had never heard of Longwei fighting technique, and Zhang Manqian did not have this gene in her body.

"I can't chase and fight anymore, I can't run anymore!"

After bouncing around for several minutes, Zhang Xuezhou panted heavily, feeling that his physical strength was starting to run out.

He watched the horse face sequencer keep approaching and chasing Luan beat, and felt that the opponent's bastard punches were likely to hit him.

Now it's time for him to fight back. If he doesn't fight back, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he will soon lose the strength to punch, and he won't even be able to put on a show.

As long as the sequencer of the horse face mask accepts the threat of the supervisor behind the scenes, the other party is likely to fall to the ground after being punched by him.

Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath and looked at the sequencer with a horse face mask covering his eyes.

He tried to use the simplest and most direct straight punch.

At the moment of contact, Zhang Xuezhou felt a huge pain in his arm. The punch he swung did not knock down the opponent, but was knocked back by the opponent's random punches.

Huge pain and numbness in his arm came to his heart, and Zhang Xuezhou even saw the other party bullying him, and his shoulder hit his chest.

His eyes kept up, but his limbs obviously couldn't keep up.

Following the great pain in the right arm to the point of numbness, a burning sensation also gushed out from the chest.

Zhang Xuezhou just felt a sweetness in his throat, and he flew upside down immediately.

Just like Zhang Manqian was blown away by someone, he was also blown away by the horse face sequencer.

"He Xiang!"

With a thought, strength surged in Zhang Xuezhou's body, and with the help of the impact, he stomped on the air and flew backwards.

While continuously removing the impact damage, Zhang Xuezhou staggered to the ground.

No matter how hard his mouth was to lock the blood in his throat, when a mouthful of blood spewed out, Zhang Xuezhou had already used the "Taiqing Zhenshu" at the fastest speed.

"Won!"

The electronic countdown sounded.

Opposite Zhang Xuezhou, the fear in the sequencer's heart subsided.

Two consecutive heavy hammer blows, one from his fist, the other from his shoulder rest, these are the parts where the force is focused, and the effect of the heavy blow will be extremely obvious.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the blood, and he knew very well that his beating had worked.

This is perhaps the worst solution.

But his coping worked.

The horse face mask sequencer glanced at the opponent's body, and in just a moment, fear reappeared in his eyes.

Compared to staring at the dark abyss before, now he only feels a flame starting to burn in the abyss.

Like the fire of hell, that flame began to burn his soul in an instant.

A shudder of fear welled up in my heart.

He can feel his uncontrollable fear, and he can also perceive his uncontrollable body.

Beneath his body, he was shamefully incontinent again.

But he couldn't stop his body from acting out of control.

He couldn't even raise his fisting hands.

In his eyes, he could only stare at the other person's gaze, and then uncontrollable fear emerged from his heart.

Just like the tiger's natural suppression of ordinary people, as long as he pays attention to the eyes of the other party's mask, he will have this feeling.

Compared with before, this sense of impact is stronger at this time.

He trembled, and the foreign body sensation in his throat kept rising.

The monkey face sequencer on the opposite side was spurting blood, and the white foam at the corner of his mouth was constantly bulging.

Under the arena, the loud shouting and cursing stopped at this moment.

No one will say that this is a fake match at this time, and no one can perform a match that vomits blood and foam.

On the contrary, this is an event involving a higher level.

In the arena, the two sequencers had clearly reached the final moment of the competition.

"29749 won!"

A dry howl sounded from the audience.

On the arena, the sequencer with the horse face mask stared straight, foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth and fell straight down.

On the other side, the monkey mask sequencer stood up slowly while supporting the ground.

After a few mouthfuls of blood were spit out, the instrument for judging the outcome started a standard countdown.

Only this time, the countdown object of the electronic sound has obviously been replaced by another person.

"It's the suppression of the realm!"

Under the monkey face mask, Zhang Xuezhou's eyes widened.

It wasn't until his opponent fell down foaming at the mouth that Zhang Xuezhou suddenly remembered something.

No behind-the-scenes supervisor threatened the horse face sequencer to crack down on counterfeit competitions, and the horse face sequencer's previous downfall was not a show, but a real suppression.

That's not Longwei's fighting technique, but stems from his cultivation in the Pulse Traversing Realm.

This should not have happened.

In the system of cultivation realms, realm suppression can occur only after at least two major realms.

When the realm is suppressed from high to low, mana will form a deterrent within a certain range.

In this kind of deterrence, the thinking of the deterred will be disturbed, and then they may have hallucinations and flee in a hurry, and may even be directly oppressed to death.

This is also the main reason why some cultivators do not pay too much attention to techniques, but instead keep pursuing the realm of practice.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect that when he was fighting with others, his mere stepping into the meridian state would play a suppressive role.

It wasn't that he was too strong, but that his opponent was too weak. Not only was his foundation in this cultivation system zero, but the opponent's mental state might also have certain problems.

(End of this chapter)