I Created the Fantasy World

However, no matter how hard he exerted the force, the barbell would not move at all, until he was about to use his hands, the barbell moved a little bit.

"Hey...Young people are so strong!" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, "Are you interested in joining the national weightlifting team?"

Team Chu smiled and said, "Leader, don't (Li Nuohao) let classmate Chu bully others. Last time he held a tiger and walked down Qingding Mountain with ease."

When the middle-aged man heard it, he hurriedly looked up the information.

"Hi..." The middle-aged man gasped, "My dear, is this actually true?"

"Let's test the punch speed." The middle-aged man pointed to a piece of equipment, "Originally, with the skill of Mr. Zhao, there should be no need to test it. However, it is a routine business, please understand."

Zhao Yuyang nodded: "Then I'll start."

The voice fell, but the machine suddenly fell apart, and the parts fell to the ground.

"This..." The middle-aged man was speechless.

Zhao Yuyang said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, it seems that I have too much strength."

The middle-aged man was startled, and hurriedly led the crowd to watch the surveillance. It was only after the surveillance screen was slowed down several times that he could see Zhao Yuyang's movements clearly.

"How can people achieve such a speed?" The middle-aged man doubted the village of life.

PS: I have something to do today. I just came back soon, and I will work hard for five more. _

Chapter 215 This is the national art

!Strong repression (2/5 for flowers for subscription)

In the middle-aged man's shocked expression, Zhao Yuyang finally got the pass and qualification certificate.

"Student Zhao, the door of the National Sports Bureau is always open for you!"

Before leaving, the middle-aged man still did not give up the solicitation.

"Thank you for your kindness, I will consider it carefully." Zhao Yuyang smiled gently and left with Leihu and his party.

"I watched some boxing matches!" The middle-aged man looked at the group of people who left, clenched his fists and looked excited, "I will definitely not lose today."

That night.

In the auditorium of the ring, Lei Hu covered his face with his hands, feeling a little embarrassed for the various Xia Guo players who were knocked out in the stands.

Even if there are no so-called masters of Chinese martial arts, Sanda players are still difficult to reverse the decline.

Speaking of boxing, the competition is actually about physical fitness.

Although the physical quality of Xia people gradually increased as they entered the industrial society, the gap was narrowed.

However, there is a time gap of more than ten generations with others.

Star country belongs to the first country to enter the industrial society.

Industrial society means material abundance.

For hundreds of years, Xingguo has sucked the blood of the world, the people are prosperous, and the intake of meat, eggs and milk ranks first in the world.

This has a great impact on people's physical fitness, and such a gap cannot be smoothed out in a short period of time.

"Song Qingyang was KO!"

Another Sanda boxer on the stage had a bruised nose and a swollen face, unable to get up again.

Leihu's eyes were red, and he could not wait to go on the field to knock down his opponent.

Sanda boxers have done their best, but the opposite is a professional boxer with more obvious physical advantages.

This is not a war crime!

"This is Sanda, is this a martial art?" The boxer above was not Carson, but a sturdy, blond middle-aged man named John, "I am very disappointed in Xia Guo Kung Fu!"

"Damn! Why hasn't it been Master's turn yet?" Leihu growled in a low voice.

Team Chu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Wait. How arrogant the Xingguo boxer is, how humiliating it is to wait."

In the audience, Xia Guoren's face was ugly.

Some people covered their faces with their hands and regretted coming to the scene to watch the game.

The Xingguo delegation was very happy and cheered.

"John Goode!"

"The following is Zhao Yuyang from City C."

As the host's voice fell, a young man slowly walked out of the track.

He was wearing casual clothes, his expression was indifferent, and his pace was not in a hurry.

"Although Zhao Yuyang has never participated in a professional boxing match, he has a record of killing a tiger by one person."

"Kill the tiger?" John on the ring snorted, "You guys are bragging too much!"

"National art? Vulnerable!"

John looked contemptuous, "Boy, come up quickly, I have to go to the bar after the fight."

"As you wish." Zhao Yuyang smiled, and his feet suddenly accelerated, leaping more than ten meters in an instant, appearing on the ring.

"Wow...this is..."

"It's kung fu." In the audience, someone from Xia Guo widened his eyes and stood up, "If this isn't kung fu, what is it!"

"It turns out that our Xia Guo really has kung fu!"

"Come on, Zhao Yuyang!"

There were sporadic cheers from below, and gradually, more and more people shouted, from sporadic to a large area.

The sound became more tidy and louder.

All the people from the Xia country are cheering for Zhao Yuyang at this moment, with a sense of pride on their faces.

The Xingguo delegation's expression changed greatly, and the speed was too frightening.

On the ring, the referee and John shrank their pupils, their eyes full of shock.

At the same time, the audience of Xia Guo who was guarding in front of the TV also showed surprise.

"effort!"

"National Art!"

There are also calm middle-aged people who are puzzled: "Can you add special effects to the current ring competition?"

John's expression became solemn, and he looked at Zhao Yuyang: "National martial arts?"

Zhao Yuyang said indifferently, "Tai Chi Zhao Yuyang, please give me more advice!"

John raised his hand, ready.

"start!"

Following the referee's order, John rushed towards Zhao Yuyang first.

"John Boxer rushed over. This is his first active attack. Obviously, Zhao Yuyang's speed just now made him vigilant!"

"Player Zhao Yuyang has also shot."

Looking at John who was rushing towards him, Zhao Yuyang punched him straight to his heart.

National technology technology (bffg) attack, there are not many tricks.

Changes are just to exercise various parts of the body during cultivation.

It would be really funny if you got into the ring and wanted to fight a set of punches to win.

The audience only saw a shadow flash, and John flew out backwards, hitting the side ropes of the ring, and then landed on the ring.

The referee was shocked and ran over quickly.

"John was knocked out, John passed out."

Ten seconds later, John still showed no sign of waking up.

"In this battle, contestant Zhao Yuyang wins!"

The referee announced the result, and the commentator explained for a while, with joy in his tone.

If it weren't for fairness, the commentator might have stood up and cheered.

The following Xia Guo audience did not have this concern, and stood up one after another.

"Zhao Yuyang Wansheng!"

The sound and waves were like a tsunami, shaking the gymnasium.

Zhao Yuyang looked at the audience, smiled indifferently, waved his hand, and the screams and cheers below became even more enthusiastic.

This kind of grand occasion was staged all over the Xia Kingdom.

Young people are cheering, middle-aged people are cheering, and old people are also cheering.

At this moment, they have a common identity, that is, the people of Xia!

In the city, there was a lot of noise, but no one thought it was disturbing the people. They only hated that the sound was not loud enough, and they wanted to vent their past depression.

"I'm happy tonight, BBQ beer is free, while supplies last!"

In a square, after Zhao Yuyang knocked out an enemy boxer, a middle-aged and greasy barbecue stall owner looked excited and immediately announced.

"Long live the boss!"

"Master boss!"

Not far away, there are also discount signs in supermarkets.

Tonight, Xia Guo fell into a sea of ​​joy.

ten minutes later.

The second war begins.

Carson VS Zhao Yuyang.

"You are very strong! I will do my best." Carson is very solemn, "Please!"