A master of supernatural powers who started from low martial arts

Chapter 13 Become famous in one battle (Part )
  When the results of the lottery came out, the atmosphere in the venue was extremely lively. Thousands of gamblers took out their money bags and crowded to each account counter to place bets. The silver dollars almost piled up into a hill.

“We really met each other”

At the moment when the results came out, Lu Yuan turned his eyes to Batulu, only to find that the other party not far away happened to be looking at him as well, and showed a contemptuous and cruel smile.

Then, he walked towards the VIP area next to the stands and bowed slightly towards a man and woman dressed in noble clothes, holding the moon in their hands, as if he was saying something.

Both men and women looked proud, and they were the descendants of General Fengen's mansion. They also glanced at this and raised the corners of their mouths in disdain.

As for the other top four players around them, they all looked at them with happy or gloating looks.

There is no doubt that Batulu is the number one rival for everyone, and it is a great benefit to avoid them in the semi-finals.

For example, the Money Gang, which has always had trouble dealing with the Qinglong Gang, a man pretending to be a man came over with his contestants, gloating over the misfortune and laughing:
  "He Xiong, what's going on with your Qinglong Gang? Why are you just newbies and don't have any talent?"

Protector He Xiong sneered:
  "You have some talented people in your money gang, but that's all. Let me see if you have the ability to take the top spot in the low-profile competition."

The other party’s response was neither yin nor yang:
  "The main reason is that I wasn't as lucky as you guys. I managed to get into the semi-finals with a bye. But I say you might as well have let him be eliminated before. Now, if you meet Baturu later, you won't die. Gotta peel off the skin.”

Xu Dahu's eyes widened and he said angrily: "What nonsense, who said that my junior brother will definitely lose!?"

"Senior brother?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, glanced at Lu Yuan, and then glanced at Li Junxian fearfully, but then left without saying anything more.

"Dogs bark."

Xu Dahu couldn't see the behavior of this group of people, so he turned around and said:

"Junior brother, don't worry. I will stand by the stage when we get on stage. Whenever something goes wrong, I will stop him immediately and I will never let him hurt you at all!"

Xu Erhu said helplessly:

"Brother, why are you saying this as if your junior brother will definitely lose? This barbarian has just had a fierce battle with a master from the Iron Clothes Martial Arts School. He has consumed a lot of physical strength and other aspects. Junior brother's physical strength may not be inferior to him. If he goes on stage, There is still a good chance of victory.”

Xu Dahu suddenly looked embarrassed and waved his hands repeatedly: "Junior brother, I never meant to look down on you!"

These two cheap brothers are not good people in the conventional sense, but they treat their own people very well. Lu Yuan smiled indifferently:

"I know that Senior Brother is worried, and I won't embarrass you."

After all, Li Junxian is an old Jianghu, and he said with piercing eyes:

"A Yuan, remember, although this person is strong, he is not agile enough, and his left shoulder has been injured. Whenever he attacks, his left arm will always be slightly slower than his right arm, and his power will be stagnant."

"Although your skills are not yet mature, they are by no means bad. As long as you can seize the opportunity to seize this flaw, your winning rate will be at least 60-70%!"

Until now, Lu Yuan had not encountered an evenly matched opponent to show his full strength when he took the stage. He immediately took a deep breath and said:
  "The disciple understands."

Subsequently.

Amid the huge noise, after taking a break to burn incense, the spectators, who became more and more excited under the stimulation of blood, basically finished placing their bets and then returned to their seats.

On the gambling board, the odds of the first match between Lu Yuan and Batulu actually reached 3:1. The silver coins on the account table were like a small tower. Except for a few gamblers who wanted to make a comeback, most of them Part of them defeated Baturus.

After all, Baturou was the number one winner in last month's competition, while Lu Yuan was unknown. He had only been on stage twice, and although he had won cleanly, it didn't show much.

"Batulu, Batulu, Batulu"

"Start quickly, I want to make a comeback!" "Don't lose, kid, kill this barbarian, and I will make a fortune!"

The gamblers in the stands shouted loudly, and after a clear gong sounded, the referee called out loudly, and Lu Yuan and Batulu took to the stage from both sides of the ring.

After taking the stage, Batulu's majestic body stood tall, his fierce face covered with tattoos was full of malice, and he spoke in Chinese with a weird accent:

"Boy, you are unlucky to have met me. With your little arms and legs, I can break them with just a pinch. How dare you go on stage?"

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes and took a stance:

"Stop talking nonsense and come here!"

Batulu laughed wildly: "Very good, next I will twist off all your limbs as a celebration for winning the first place!"

After saying that, he stepped forward, trampled on the ring, and rushed over like a crazy bull.

Lu Yuan was no longer Wu Xia Ameng. He flashed forward and at the same time grabbed the opponent's neck hard.

However, Batulu was also experienced. In an instant, he reached back and grabbed Lu Yuan's wrist, and shouted loudly at the same time:

"Get up!"

In an instant, a violent force burst out. He bent over his waist and suddenly exerted force, trying to smash Lu Yuan to the ground with his arm through his back, and at the same time twist the arm he was holding in his hand.

However, as soon as the power was released, a huge force that was no less than or even greater than his own came from his palms and even his back, making him freeze and unable to complete this pose.

Then bang!
  Lu Yuan flipped his wrist and unleashed his strength again, knocking the opponent off his feet.

At first glance, in this opening battle, Batulu failed to make any progress, and even suffered a slight disadvantage!

"Trash, trash! Where is this barbarian!"

"Come on, throw him to death, throw him to death!"

"Boy, well done! How can the Han family lose to this Mongolian barbarian!"

In the surrounding stands, gamblers who had placed different bets were blushing and shouting at the top of their lungs, wishing they could go on stage to participate in person;

In the audience, seeing Lu Yuan deal with it calmly and even taking advantage of him, everyone in the Qinglong Gang also cheered loudly, and even mocked Batulu again and again.

"No reason!"

Batulu, who had suffered a small loss, never thought that the other party was as powerful as himself, and he became furious.

So in just a moment, he roared and jumped out, his two thick arms sticking out like pythons.

Boom!

In an instant, the palms of both sides collided and exchanged, and a dull sound of wind exploded.

Although there is a difference in body size between the two sides, they both bend their waists and move their feet like bulls, hoping to overwhelm the enemy with sheer strength.

However, everyone could clearly see that even though Batulu was as furious as a mad cow, Lu Zheng on the opposite side still took the impact calmly and powerfully. The two sides maintained a strange wrestling posture on the stage, evenly matched!

(End of this chapter)