A master of supernatural powers who started from low martial arts

Chapter 12
  There are more than forty contestants in total, and eight is his own number.

As for No. 32, Lu Yuan took a quick look around and found that it was a player from the Money Gang.

What's interesting is that although the player is tall, he looks timid. It's obviously his first time on stage.

Judging from his temperament, this person was obviously recruited by the Qian Gang some time ago from disaster victims outside the city.

There was nothing to worry about with such an opponent, and Lu Yuan felt slightly relieved.

Xu Dahu and Xu Erhu also saw his opponent and laughed:
  "That kid from the Money Gang is a little unlucky, and he happened to meet his junior brother."

"Junior brother, come on, I've looked around and there aren't many people here who can pose a threat to you. I might be able to win the first place in the competition tonight and make my master look good!"

Li Jun also nodded and said:

"Although A Yuan's skills are not superb, he is indeed qualified to compete for the top spot with his strength that is comparable to training."

Lu Yuan was not blindly confident, he just said modestly:
  "Thank you Master and two senior brothers for your encouragement. I will definitely try my best."

Compared with the ease on his side.

After the other fellow disaster victims drew their numbers and found their opponents, most of them looked nervous, and some even turned pale because they found their opponents to be tough.

It's a pity that no one can back down at this point. Within a moment, several clear gongs sounded one after another, which meant that the bets were closed and the competition officially began.

Afterwards, the contestants began to take the number to take the stage.

The first one to take the stage was a young man from the Tieyi Martial Arts School. He was a strong man with a resolute face, and looked quite oppressive.

His opponent is a disciple from another school called Baiyu Martial Arts School.

The two people obviously knew each other, and there was no fight to the death after the opening. After just a few rounds of testing, the young man from the Iron Clothes Martial Arts School easily grasped the flaw, and after a few consecutive strikes, he completely subdued his opponent and won.

Going on stage to compete is said to be a fight, but in fact there are no restrictions except that you cannot hit with your fists or feet or attack your vagina.

However, this kind of game is obviously not what the audience likes to watch. The spectators on the stage booed and seemed quite dissatisfied.

It was obvious that this was not the first time for the young man from the Tieyi Martial Arts School to participate in a competition. He threw his hands indifferently and jumped off the stage.

The next two contestants were a Mongolian man from General Fengen's Mansion and a short and stocky man from the Shahe Gang.

General Feng En was a noble of the Shangsan Banners conferred by Jin Ting. He was famous but not powerful, because it was a low-level title and could not be inherited by future generations.

However, because of his status as a noble of the Three Banners, even Fengyang Prefecture must treat him with courtesy, so the General's Mansion is domineering and domineering. It can be said that Fengyang Mansion is domineering and notorious.

For example, the Mongolian man who came to the stage was a clothed slave raised by the young master of the General's Mansion, and was specially used for beating for fun.

On the stage at this moment, a tall Mongolian man appeared on stage, with a body like an iron tower, tattoos all over his body, an ugly money rat tail, and a beast-like smile on his face;

On the opposite side, the short and stocky man from the Shahe Gang was obviously nervous and fearful, and he was in a defensive posture as soon as he came up.

However, as the game officially began, the Mongolian man stepped forward and charged like a wild beast, causing the entire arena to rustle.

The short and stocky man dodged in panic, but after only a few rounds, he was left and right on the stage, forced to collide and wrestle with his opponent.

However, there was an obvious gap in strength between the two sides. After only three or five rounds of grabbing, the short and sturdy man was accidentally hugged by the Mongolian man's waist, and he was thrown to the ground.

The force of the fall was so great that the short and stocky man immediately began to bleed from his mouth and nose. He was obviously seriously injured;
  However, the Mongolian man had no intention of stopping. He laughed wildly and suddenly knelt down on his knees.

Click!
  The strong knees pressed heavily on his chest, and the crisp sound of bone cracking sounded. The short and stocky man suddenly screamed, his eyes bulged, his body trembled violently, and then his head dropped weakly, motionless.

Lu Yuan's eyes turned cold, and when he looked carefully, he saw that the man was bleeding from all his seven orifices. It was obvious that his sternum and even his lungs had been crushed, and he was already dead!

In just the second show, someone was beaten to death on the stage.

However, it was such bloody cruelty that made most of the spectators in the stands shout excitedly and cheer, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely lively.

"Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng!"

In the ring, the Mongolian man even beat his chest and roared, and then made a slit-throat gesture towards all the players in the audience in an arrogant manner.

Xu Dahu had a hot temper, so he was naturally extremely dissatisfied with this, and cursed: "Arrogant bitch, if I hadn't been able to participate in this level of competition, I would have had to tear off this bastard's head!"

Xu Erhu said slightly solemnly:
  "This Baturu won first place in the low-level competition last month. Junior brother is very likely to encounter him later, so be careful."

Li Jun also frowned and said:

"After all, A Yuan's martial arts training time is too short. Even if he has extraordinary physical strength and strength, he may not be his opponent. If he feels that he is unbeatable, he must jump off the ring as soon as possible. Don't show off for the sake of face!"

Lu Yuan naturally would not make fun of his own life, and immediately said solemnly:

"Yes, disciple has noted it down."

While they were talking, the Mongolian man named Batulu had already stepped down. The Shahe Gang restrained his body in anger, but did not bother him.

On the one hand, General Feng'en's mansion is not to be trifled with, but on the other hand, the rules of the arena are such that no force of any kind is allowed to cause trouble in the arena, and can only retrieve it from the arena.

Next, the competition continued, with players from all sides taking the stage one after another, and both games started at the same time, speeding up.

And it seems that because of Batulu's start, the following competitions have become more intense, especially when powerful players with old grudges meet on the stage and will not hold back. If it happens to be two veterans fighting, the outcome will be It was only after one party was thrown that his muscles were broken and his bones were broken, and he vomited blood.

Of course, there were also one or two games in the competition where rookies were pecking each other. They were all newcomers trained by various forces. The various tug-and-pull tests during the process were not entertaining at all, and attracted many onlookers on the stage to yell and curse.

The Qinglong Gang had two newcomers. One of them was lucky enough not to meet an experienced player, and after a while of struggle, he actually won;
  But the other one was slightly unlucky. After several struggles, his opponent knocked him off the stage and spit out a large pool of blood.

Seeing this scene, the newcomers were even more frightened, but Xu Dahu and other old people did not see much trouble.

The arena of the Expo Theater is inherently a cruel arena, with survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle. Everyone, including themselves, has experienced too much and has long been used to it.

Lu Yuan had been mentally prepared for this day. At this moment, he had no other thoughts in his mind. He was just observing the contestants who came on stage one after another without saying a word, observing their skills and flaws, and preparing with all his strength.

Then, it was time for him to take the stage.

After calmly stepping onto the stage, No. 32 from the Money Gang also stepped onto the stage with trepidation.

For this kind of opponent, Lu Yuan naturally had nothing to say. After stepping forward and testing the opponent for a while, he grabbed the opponent and easily defeated the opponent's resistance with his strength far beyond that of ordinary people. He then continuously knocked the opponent until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he rolled off the stage. . At first glance, No. 32 appears to be an honest farmer. He has no enmity with the other party, so there is no need to kill him.

Because the opponent in this match was too weak and not worthy of praise, Master Li Junxian and his disciples did not say anything after they came down. Only the other companions who were waiting to take the stage were a little excited, imagining that they could defeat the enemy as easily as Lu Yuan.

Then each game passed quickly, with some people coming on stage and others getting off the stage injured. In just over half an hour, all the more than 20 preliminary trials were completed.

The Qinglong Gang sent all newcomers to the field this time. As a result, only four people, including Lu Yuan, passed the first level. Two people were seriously injured after being defeated, and the rest suffered injuries of varying severity.

The three newcomers who entered the second round with Lu Yuan were at their limit. Li Junxian also warned that if they were defeated, they could jump off the stage in time and not be held accountable.

Except for the rest, there are players from the Money Gang, Shahe Gang, Iron Clothes Martial Arts School and other forces.

Only three Mongolian slaves from General Fengen's Mansion participated, and all of them advanced to the second round.

Starting from the second round, the thousands of spectators in the stands had already made a basic judgment on the strength of the players, and the opening betting became even more enthusiastic.

In this round of drawing, Lu Yuan still had good luck, and the opponent he drew was a veteran of the Shahe Gang.

Although his skills and strength are not bad, and his experience is quite rich, he is still inferior to Lu Yuan who has already been trained in strength. After only a few rounds, he was thrown out of the stage by his strength.

Lu Yuan successfully advanced to the third round.

However, the other three companions were not so lucky. In this round, the first two encountered strong opponents from the Money Gang and the Iron Clothes Martial Arts School respectively. They were beaten to the point where they were unable to fight back. Fortunately, they jumped off the platform in time and surrendered. Only then did he avoid serious injury.

The third one, Niu Li, was extremely unlucky, and even picked the Mongolian man Batulu as his opponent.

Knowing that he was definitely no match for his opponent, Niu Li raised his hands in the air and shouted to admit defeat as soon as the bell rang.

However, Nabatulu didn't seem to hear it. He smiled ferociously and rushed forward, grabbed Niu Li's throat, then lifted him up and threw him violently.

Although the referee quickly came to the stage to stop it, Niu Li was thrown to the ground by the opponent and vomited blood, and his left arm was broken. It was extremely tragic.

And this scene made Xu Dahu and others waiting in the waiting area very frightened and angry. If Li Jun hadn't stopped them first, they would have rushed to the stage and tore each other with their hands.

"There's no reason for this, there's no reason for this!"

The unconscious Niu Li was carried to the backcourt for treatment. Batulu proudly walked off the stage to greet the cheers and applause of the spectators. Xu Dahu in the waiting area was already furious:

"Junior brother, if we meet him later, are you sure that you will give this bastard a lesson?"

Niu Li used to live under the same roof as him and would often follow him behind the scenes. Lu Yuan was also slightly angry in his heart, but he still said calmly:
  "I'll give it a try if I meet you."

In terms of physique and strength, he boasted that he would never be weaker than that Baturu.

But in terms of experience in cornering skills, he had only learned it for half a month and it was his first time competing. Naturally, there was a gap between him and his opponent. He didn't dare to win easily when he got on stage.

Li Junxian frowned and said:

"Nonsense, that Batulu has a strong physique and a lot of experience in fighting. After all, Junior Brother You is just starting out, so there is no need to take risks. It would be best if he abstains from the fight. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

A disciple with great divine power and rapid growth was hard to find, so he finally met such a disciple with outstanding qualifications, so naturally he didn't want to take any risks.

Lu Yuan pondered for a moment:
  "It would be too embarrassing for the master to run away without a fight. If you really encounter a disciple, you will be cautious and step down in time. You will not force yourself."

Lu Yuan's overall strength is now as good as that of an official wrestler. Li Jun pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Soon, the third round continued.

In this round, there are only eleven people left, including two people each from Tieyi Martial Arts School and Baiyu Martial Arts School, two people from Money Gang, one person from Qinglong Gang, one person from Shahe Gang, and three people from Fengen General Mansion.

After this round, you will enter the semi-finals and finals.

To Lu Yuan's expectation, the result of this round of drawing was that he received a bye and was sent directly to the semi-finals!

Obviously, the Bo Theater is the home ground of the Qinglong Gang. Although the draw is supervised by people from various forces, some small tricks can still be arranged.

During a bye like this, he could rest and observe on the sidelines, while the others had to go on stage to compete with each other, consuming their energy and invisibly accumulating a considerable advantage.

And under Lu Yuan's watch.

Ten contestants with good abilities came on stage one after another, and the winner was determined in no more than half a stick of incense for each pair, which was extremely fast.

Among these five games, Batulu, who attracted the most attention, was the third to appear. His opponent was the disciple of the Iron Clothes Martial Arts School.

His physical strength is extremely strong, not inferior to Baturu at all. From the beginning, the two sides started a fierce battle on the stage, with various collisions, wrestling, and throwing, and the shaking stage was constantly shaking, as if two beasts were fighting on the stage.

After the two sides fought for a long time, the final result was that Baturou was superior.

When the strength of both sides was almost exhausted, he used his rich experience in fighting to catch the flaw of the disciple of the Iron Yi Martial Arts School, and finally used the iron mountain to knock the opponent off the ring in one fell swoop, and won the victory.

"You Han people, whatever bullshit martial arts you have learned, are all useless!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The victorious Batulu laughed wildly in broken Chinese, expressing his utmost contempt.

The disciple from the Iron Clothes Martial Arts School vomited blood after falling off the stage. He was obviously extremely unwilling, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and leave amid the deafening cheers and cheers from the audience.

Subsequently, Batulu triumphantly stepped down.

In the next two games, the competition was equally fierce, and the winner was quickly determined.

Finally, at the end of the third round, the five people other than Lu Yuan who could advance to the semi-finals were one person from the Money Gang, one person from the Shahe Gang, one person from the Baiyu Martial Arts School, Batulu and another Mongolian man from the General's Mansion.

After just a short rest, Lu Yuan and the five people drew lots again.

This time, under everyone's eyes, the people from the Qinglong Gang had no chance to help cheat.

The final result was that he got the first one to play.

And his opponent is surprisingly Brutal, who is brutal in every game and has the highest reputation for winning the first place!
  (End of this chapter)