Fighter of the Destiny

He knew Xuanyuan Po.

Xuanyuan Po was also a little surprised, because he knew this junior official.

Just a few days ago in the tavern, this junior official got very drunk and said many vicious words to him.

Seeing Xuanyuan Po, the junior official was very surprised and asked, "What are you doing here, kid?"

Xuanyuan Po pointed to the register on the table and said, "They said they want to register their names here."

The junior official was stunned for a moment before he reacted and said, "Are you going to participate in the Heavenly Selection?"

Xuanyuan Po said, "Yes."

The junior official burst into laughter and said mockingly: "You, a loser, also want to marry Her Highness the Princess?"

Xuanyuan Po said: "I have never thought about marrying His Highness, but I want to participate in the Heavenly Selection."

The junior official said with a look of disdain: "I think you want to die."

There were not many contestants in this arena, and Xuanyuan Po's tall and eye-catching body had already attracted some people's attention. At this time, listening to the laughter and ridicule of the junior official, more people looked over. Song Town was originally a small place, and it was easy to meet acquaintances. Among the onlookers were several drinkers who often went to taverns. Seeing this scene, they hurried over. They were very surprised when they learned about Xuanyuan Po's purpose and persuaded him. Give up this idea quickly.

"I said you are not crazy, right? This is not nonsense!"

"Didn't you hear that the Xihuang Taoist Temple didn't send a single priest this time? It's okay that there are medical officers from the imperial court and the Presbyterian Church watching over the arena in the upper city. What if we are injured here? No one will do it for you. Doctor, if the bleeding stops, you will really die!"

"Even if you are laughed at a few times on weekdays, why take the risk to prove yourself?"

Xuanyuan Po remained silent and did not respond to these concerns. Seeing this situation, the drinkers said nothing more.

The young official looked at him and said mockingly: "If you insist on dying, that's up to you. Just don't cry too ugly on the stage."

Xuanyuan Po picked up the ink pen, wrote his name and related information on the directory, and tied a cloth strip around his right wrist.

Time passed and it was finally his turn to step into the ring.

The onlookers around the ring asked each other about his origins.

A deacon of the gambling house thought about the previous scene, squeezed to the table and asked the official: "Do I need to pay attention?"

The petty official sneered and said, "He's just a dishwasher. He brags that he has been to Kyoto and thinks he is such a great person."

A drinker who had previously tried to stop Xuanyuan Po said from the side: "He has indeed been to Kyoto."

The junior official was very angry after being refuted, his face turned red, and he shouted: "So what? Even if he was once powerful before, he is just a waste now!"

The cool morning breeze dispersed the smoke and heat haze in Matsucho, and also fluttered the cloth strips on the wrists of the candidates.

Xuanyuan Po was very tall, but his opponent was even bigger.

The burly middle-aged man glanced at Xuanyuan Po's shrunken right arm like a branch, with a look of contempt in his eyes, and said, "I sympathize with you for meeting me in the first place."

After saying this, there was a very clear clicking sound, and his body became taller, like a hill, casting a shadow on the ring.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers around the arena were shocked, wondering why people from the Xiang Clan were here?

No matter in which era, the Xiang clan is one of the top three clans among the demon clan. Even the most ordinary clan members possess unimaginable divine power.

Logically speaking, a child of such a wealthy family should go to the arena near the palace and castle tower. How could he come to a small place like Matsugachi?

The carp clan deacon who was responsible for determining the outcome of the arena narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly figured out the reason.

The supervisor from the Presbyterian Church closed his eyes as if sleeping. It was obvious that he knew about this in advance.

The Demon Court official felt the powerful aura exuding from the Xiang Clan disciple, and raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that with such strength, coupled with the Xiang Clan's secret method, if he trained well for two years, he should be able to He is qualified to become the Red River Demon Guard, but he came to Matsugachi to compete today. It seems that his ambition is not small.

Thinking like this, the Demon Court official looked at Xuanyuan Po with a lot of complicated emotions in his eyes.

He didn't hear the previous arguments under the ring, and didn't know where this calm-looking young man from the Bear tribe came from. He just felt that this boy still came to participate in the selection even though he had lost one arm. His courage was really commendable, but it was a pity that he had lost his arm. It's really a pity that we met an invincible opponent from the beginning.

Xuanyuan Po didn't know what the Demon Court official was thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Just like he heard what his opponent said, he didn't care. It was still early in the morning and the arena match was just the first match. If he wanted to get to the palace, it would take a long time and many matches. Just like he chose The same principle applies to the Matsumachi arena, he needs to save time.

Therefore, he did not say anything to the other party, nor did he wait quietly and leisurely for the other party to make a move like a real master. Instead, he walked directly towards the other party. His steps seemed a bit hurried, so in the eyes of the onlookers, He seemed a little flustered.

The contemptuous look in the eyes of the Xiang Clan disciple became even more intense.

Xuanyuan Po raised his fist and struck forward.

His right arm was shrunken, and his sleeves were blown everywhere by the morning breeze.

He threw a left fist.

His fist looked like there was nothing special about it, it was straight and unremarkable, and the angle of the punch was also very ordinary. There was no move at all, just like a random punch.

The Xiang Clan disciple didn't expect that he would take action without any greeting. A flash of anger flashed in his eyes, he let out a deep drink, and also punched him.

The disciples of the Xiang clan are as tall as mountains, and their fists are also huge, like a huge boulder falling from the top of the mountain.

The giant fist shot up into the air, bringing up a roaring wind. There were some fragments of starlight hidden in it, and the sound was quite astonishing.

In comparison, Xuanyuan Po's fist was so ordinary, without any power at all.

The two fists were getting closer and closer, and they were about to meet, and the contrast between them became more vivid.

The giant fists of the Xiang Clan disciples made Xuanyuan Po's fists look pitiful.

Some onlookers, thinking about the tragic scenes later, couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned their heads.

Xuanyuan Po didn't turn his head or blink his eyes. He was still so calm, or rather dull.

Was he stunned by the opponent's punch, or was he too stupid to react?

Some people below the ring thought so.

The little official stood up from behind the table and stared at the scene on the ring with malicious expectation.

The Demon Court official had been watching the scene on the ring. He was very sure that Xuanyuan Po was not frightened or unable to react, because Xuanyuan Po's breathing was not disordered.

Therefore, he could not understand that since Xuanyuan Po was clearly no match in terms of strength, he did not make any other moves and continued to punch forward.

If it is not absolute self-confidence, then is it because of pride and dignity?

The Demon Court official thought like this and suddenly admired Xuanyuan Po's courage.

Under gazes that may be malicious, cruel, intolerant, or pitiful.

Xuanyuan Po's fist and that Xiang Clan disciple's fist finally met.

Judging from the appearance, these two fists are very different.

When their fists met, it looked like a pebble landing on a boulder.

If you consider the difference in strength between the two fists, it's more like an egg hitting a boulder.

There was a soft sound on the ring.

There was a snap, really like an egg breaking.

What was shocking was that Xuanyuan Po's fist was not shattered, nor was it blown into the sky by the boulder like a pebble.

His fists and those of the Xiang Clan disciples were tightly pressed together.

His fist looked so small, yet so stable.

Countless soft sounds followed closely, and then gradually became clear and deafening.

Click!

Just like the broken cliff yesterday.

Boom!

It was like the cliff falling into the Red River, causing countless huge waves.

The airwaves on the ring turned into countless strong winds, roaring into the air and kicking up countless dust.

The Xiang Clan disciple had a look of extreme horror in his eyes, and he howled in pain and despair.

The strong wind howling with a shrill sound suddenly disappeared, leaving only a small amount lingering around the ring, carrying Xuanyuan Po's somewhat empty sleeves, and then fell on the bodies of the Xiang Clan's disciples.

The burly body like a hill gradually became shorter and then collapsed in the seemingly gentle wind.

The Xiang Clan disciple slumped on the ring, his right arm hanging limply, and blood was overflowing from under his sleeve.

The soft snapping sound on the ring before and the clicking sounds that followed were all the sounds of breaking.

When his fist met Xuanyuan Po's, the first thing that touched was his fingers.

So his finger bone was broken.

Then, his wrist bone broke.

Then, his arm bone was broken.

In the end, he even broke his shoulder bone.

His face was extremely pale, his eyes were extremely frightened, and his body was wet. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat, blood, or something else.

Xuanyuan Po withdrew his fist and did not attack again.

Looking at this scene, the Xiang Clan disciple knew that he had survived, and the fear in his eyes turned into confusion, and then gradually faded away.

At the level of strength that he was most proud of, he was completely defeated and had nothing to say.

He couldn't even have the thought of revenge because the power Xuanyuan Po showed was too powerful and unbelievably powerful.

This unimaginable gap directly crushed his body and fighting will, and even crushed his spirit.

He began to vomit non-stop, vomiting all the breakfast he had eaten onto the ring, and the unpleasant smell gradually overflowed.

Neither the carp clan deacon standing in the ring nor the two officials responsible for supervision seemed to have smelled the smell.

The ordinary officials around the ring and the onlookers were even more stunned and speechless.

Who is this bear tribe young man?

Why does that seemingly ordinary fist have such terrifying power?

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