Budo: Age of Chi

Chapter 157 Killing Intent

Game six.

Meng De stood up slowly, his surging inner breath surged with his movements.

He, who was originally inconspicuous, suddenly woke up like a ferocious beast, and a fierce and powerful aura overflowed.

Sitting next to him, Zhang Yongwei noticed Meng De's seriousness and couldn't help but smile.

"On the opposite side is the Stone Martial Arts Gym, [Rock Body] and [Mopan Fist], the combination of offense and defense is a bit interesting.

In terms of speed, they are weak, but there is no guarantee that they have found a suitable agility in the past three years.

They had an idea about my position, and taught me a lesson, anyway, they already had hostility, so they don't need to keep their hands, it doesn't matter if they kill me. "

The tone is very flat, the smile is very gentle, but the words that come out are extremely cruel.

How could a strong man in the Fascia Realm be so harmless to humans and animals as he appeared on the surface.

That's only relative!

"Don't worry, life or death depends on the fortune on the other side!"

Meng De didn't take it seriously either, as if he had already entered a fighting state.

On the opposite side of the Jianshi Martial Art Museum, the owner of the Stone Hall also gave some instructions to his strongest disciple.

Although they are far away, but the gradually fierce eyes can clearly feel the killing intent!
Generally speaking, the two martial arts schools compete for places, and the competition is fierce.

But generally speaking, there will be a sense of proportion, leaving room for it.

However, looking at the battle attitudes of Yongwei Wuguan and Jianshi Wuguan, it is obviously not the case.

Meng De knew nothing about the inside story and was not interested.

For him, as long as he knows that the task is to defeat the opponent, that's enough!

The two first measured the bone age, checked the whole body with technological equipment, and then were asked to touch a piece of black jade.

The result appeared in real time. Mengde was 17 years old.

And the one opposite is 26 years old.

The host began to roll the roll:
"The next one is Yongwei Wuguan, Meng De!"

Meng De started to take the stage, and the host looked at the information in his hand, and his words trembled a little:
"17 years old, middle-level viscera, with outstanding aptitude, can be called terrifying!
Ladies and gentlemen, this is our [National Federation for Promoting the Sound Development of Martial Arts], the first Tianjiao who has reached the middle level of the viscera at such an age in history!

Cheers!
Let us invite you, the proud son of heaven, Meng De, to come on stage! "

"wc!"

"Wow!"

"Oh, it's finally something to watch!"

Hundreds of people exclaimed, the sound was noisy, and all kinds of burning and complicated eyes were cast on Meng De.

envy, resentment, envy, curiosity, indifference
Meng De, who was walking, twitched his face, and a rare sense of shame surfaced at this moment.

But immediately, he ruthlessly killed this boring emotion!

Let them shout, look, I am as motionless as a mountain!
"Stone Martial Arts, Wang Bo!

26 years old, high level viscera.

Since the age of 20, he has been fighting for Jianshi Martial Arts, and this is his third appearance.

Recruits vs. veterans, let us wait and see! "

When Wang Bo came to the stage, the voice was much quieter, and many people knew him, so he would not expect anything.

This man is tall and strong, worthy of Mengde, his hands have thick joints, and the front of his fists are a little worn out. His attacking martial arts skills have at least reached the point of perfection.

His appearance was also like Meng De's, and he began to look attractive.

It's just that the expression full of evil spirit made it lose a lot of points.

The two looked at each other, one was indifferent, the other was fierce, forming a very distinct style.

"That's right, it's indeed Tianjiao.

I have to admit that at your age, I am not as good as you.

Even now, I'm afraid there are very few people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you.

However, talent does not represent combat power.

Let me teach you later, let you experience for yourself what is the gap! "

What he said is full of domineering, Wang Bo is quite arrogant and confident.

His eyes were aiming back and forth at the vital points of Meng De's body with malicious intentions.

Meng De didn't change his face, but he was thinking a little boringly in his heart:

"How weak!

Relying on years of age, he reached the high level of viscera.

The only advantage is probably the martial arts inherited from the martial arts hall.

Within the same realm, this kind of person."

"Have you considered it?"

The host took the certificate of life and death and asked the two to go through the last step of the process.

He also habitually asks one more question, which is actually meaningless.

Whenever you step into the ring, under the watchful eyes of so many people, no one will not sign unless it is absolutely necessary.

In fact, it doesn't matter much if you sign it. The laws of the new country do not recognize this thing.

But as long as the people don't investigate the officials and don't raise them, the following will deal with it properly, which will naturally reduce a lot of troubles.

Especially for warriors, this is a bondage in the heart.

When you get on stage and die, you can only blame yourself for not being as good as others. It is best not to retaliate, or there will be big troubles.

Sometimes, some rules are quite useful.

Under the gaze of the three referees on the third floor, Meng De and Wang Bo signed their signatures.

After the most important process was completed, the host breathed a sigh of relief and led the people out of the ring.

The next thing is out of his control.

On the third floor, the nearly [-]-year-old, wrinkled living fossil looked at the time, pulled himself together, and shouted:

"start!"

Mopan fist!
Eagle Claw Grappler!
The two moved, and instantly bent over and rushed towards each other, each using the most proficient and powerful attacking martial arts.

But as soon as the method of splitting muscles and bones came out, there were a few crisp clicks, and Wang Bo couldn't help screaming.

After shaking his numb arm, Mengde shook his head in disdain:
"Vulnerable!"

There was an uproar at the scene, and there were constant exclamations.

Even the mascot, with a real energy level like a living fossil, looked at Meng De carefully in surprise, just like the other two referees.

Tianjiao often exists, they have seen too many.

But at this age, it is quite rare to have such strong combat power.

With just one blow, the winner was roughly decided.

The master stone of Jianshi Martial Arts also couldn't help getting up, his eyes widened in disbelief.

But soon, he and Wang Bo reacted.

"Get up!

You still have a chance! "

Wang Bo gritted his teeth and roared:

"I don't agree, this is a sneak attack!"

The eyes of everyone in the audience suddenly changed. They are not blind, they lose when they lose, why should they look like they can't afford to lose?

After a few clicks, Wang Bo reset his right arm again.

"Oh, willpower is not bad."

Meng De narrowed his eyes, looking at Wang Bo who was standing in front of him again.

Shocked by the severe pain, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his right arm was shaking, even if he reset, it would still be affected.

"Solid as a rock!"

Wang Bo exerted all his strength, and the skin on his body turned light gray.

Feeling stronger strength and a stronger body, he grinned and charged towards Mengde again.

"This is my best effort!"

"It's a pity, there is no strategy!"

Meng De also stretched out his hand again, and easily dodged Wang Bo's fist, with his five fingers clutching his neck tightly.

A layer of light gray dust mixed with fresh blood flowed, and in the blink of an eye, Meng De's eagle claw grabbing hand penetrated deep into Wang Bo's flesh and blood.

On the palm, sharp and ferocious dragon claws loomed.

Click!

"Google."

Like killing a chicken, Wang Bo only spit out two blood bubbles, and there was no movement.

Abandoning the corpse at will, Meng De's face was indifferent.

"I gave you a chance to live.

If you want to blame, blame yourself for not knowing how to cherish, and for killing me.

I'm very sensitive about this. "

(End of this chapter)