College Super God System

Chapter 790 Final Qualification
Under the protection of hundreds of security guards at the scene, Lin Ming managed to escape from the auto show.

In the next few days, the remaining Phantom series sports cars ordered by Lin Ming were also transported by air.

However, Ye Bingning and Chen Xiaomeng didn't know how to drive, so their two sports cars had to be parked in the garage to gather dust.

But this phantom sports car with a 12-cylinder engine can reach a top speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour.

Moreover, the driving process was very smooth, and Lin Ming couldn't put it down.

Every time I drive out, it will attract countless passers-by to watch.

After several days of intense competition, the Martial Arts Conference soon entered the final stage.

Lin Ming has already recorded those players who he thinks are capable in his notebook.

On this day, in the waiting room of the arena, Lin Ming saw the legendary swordsman——Duan Guangyuan.

It is said that this person is not afraid of people with guns, because the speed of his blade has exceeded the speed of bullets.

The sharp blade can easily split bullets.

Lin Ming was therefore very interested in this person, and if he recruited him, he might become a capable general.

This Duan Guangyuan has been practicing in seclusion for a long time, and after many people coaxed him, he finally decided to participate in the competition this time.

In this competition, he just wanted to verify the results of his practice, and he was not interested in the prize money of the competition.

Lin Ming looked at the swordsman in cloth shirt in front of him, and took the initiative to go up to chat.

"You are Duan Guangyuan, right?" Lin Ming asked.

The swordsman Duan Guangyuan glanced at Lin Ming, and replied indifferently, "Is there something wrong?"

"That's right, I have a company, because I often go to sea to import goods, but you know, the sea is not peaceful now, so I need very powerful people to be in charge of escorting. I heard that your swordsmanship is already unparalleled in the world, so... ..."

"No need." Before Lin Ming finished speaking, the swordsman Duan Guangyuan directly refused, "I'm not interested in those mundane things."

"This is not a trivial matter, it is related to the future of the world situation."

Although Lin Ming wanted to explain his plan clearly to him, but in this public place, Lin Ming couldn't speak so clearly.

After all, if people knew that he was planning to eliminate those warlords, Lin Ming's plan would probably be interrupted by them.

"I came here just to verify the results of my practice. After I'm done, I will go back to the mountains to live in seclusion. I don't want anyone to disturb me."

"You don't need to verify. In this place, no one is your opponent except me. You are already very strong."

"You?" The swordsman Duan Guangyuan looked at Lin Ming, "You——is that horse ginseng."

"...Well." Lin Ming knew that if he revealed his identity, he might lose the qualification to continue participating in the competition, so he had no choice but to answer like this.

"The runner-up in the community competition? You are quite confident. Don't think that you can get carried away by defeating that fake taekwondo black belt. The final is not as simple as the preliminary round."

Duan Guangyuan looked at Lin Ming contemptuously.

"Then let's make a bet. If I beat you in the final, you promise to listen to me forever." Lin Ming said immediately.

"Final? Hmph, let's talk about it if you have the strength to enter the final!" Duan Guangyuan finished speaking, waved his hand, and continued to walk forward.

Lin Ming looked at his back and smiled helplessly.

"It seems that it will take a lot of effort to recruit people here."

At this time, the voice of the broadcast also came from the corridor: Audience, our first martial arts competition today is about to start, please find your place...

Hearing this, Lin Ming also turned around and walked out of the lounge, and came to the viewing platform.

More than 5 seats in the arena were packed.

There is also a huge airship floating in the sky, with a live camera set up on it to take a bird's-eye view from the sky.

Although the game has not yet started, the audience has already cheered.

After all, the more they entered the final stage, the more intense the competition became.

Because most of the players are already very close in strength at this time, the intensity of the competition is far from comparable to that of the preliminary round.

Some spectators even raised binoculars to stare at the scene in the middle of the arena.

More spectators poked their heads and looked forward desperately.

Lin Ming sat in his seat, and saw a familiar figure walking into the arena from a distance.

That person was the Tai Chi old man whom he had seen in the preliminary competition—Jin Cheng.

Relying on his Tai Chi Push Hands, he made it all the way here.

And today's game is also the key to determine the places to enter the finals.

This time, it was a young Shaolin monk, Li Dehou, who faced the old man.

He originally walked in with a Shaolin stick.

However, when he saw that the old man was unarmed, Li Dehou also threw away his Shaolin stick.

Obviously, he didn't want to take advantage of the old man.

The narrator also quickly introduced the backgrounds of the two competitors.

Jin Cheng and Li Dehou both shined in the previous competitions, so the audience is also looking forward to the duel between the two of them.

"Are you more powerful in Taiji hands or Shaolin cudgels?" asked an audience next to him.

"Of course it's the Shaolin monk. You see, he even lost his stick, obviously he knows that he is stronger."

"However, that old man is so old after all, so he should have a lot of experience. Could it be that he can't compare with that Shaolin monk?"

"He has a lot of experience, but he is an old man after all, and his bones are already so fragile. How can he beat a young man? And his reaction speed is probably not good enough."

"But people who practice martial arts should be in good health. They won't be defeated just because he is an old man."

"It's hard to say. If you look at the betting on the Internet, the odds of the two people are almost the same. Everyone can't predict the outcome of this game."

At this time, Ye Bingning was also holding her mobile phone. When she bet on Lin Ming to win, she made a fortune.

So she became more and more interested in this online betting.

However, this time the game made her unable to start.

After all, the old man and the Shaolin monk looked similar.

"Which one should I choose?" Ye Bingning stared at the phone and pulled Chen Xiaomeng's arm.

"I think it's that Shaolin monk, it looks so brave." Chen Xiaomeng looked at the Shaolin monk and said.

"However, I think the old man who plays Tai Chi is also good. It seems that every move is weak, but the opponent just can't beat him."

"It's called using softness to overcome rigidity, which is the essence of Tai Chi."

"So is it possible that the old man who plays Tai Chi will be better?"

"We can't figure it out now, so don't waste your money on betting. You can talk about it when brother Lin Ming plays."

(End of this chapter)