Lord of the Divine Show

Los Angeles Coliseum.

Xu Sheng walked into the door with a bit of expectation on his face: "I heard that this Lin Fan is a real descendant of ancient martial arts. I have seen videos of him. His punch power is so terrifying that he can make cracks in stones without any damage to himself. He can also... If you walk on water, you might learn Qinggong!"

"Haha... Silly bird, you have been deceived!"

Another audience member, who was obviously a fan of modern fighting, sneered: "Wang Qiao is a real fighting master. He has won national awards, and he has also fought against fake ancient martial arts. Qingyun Mountain, Benleimen... all of them are... Liar, the most ridiculous thing is that he is a qigong master who dare not take action against Wang Qiao. He cannot control his qigong and cannot bear to hurt others if he does it. In the end, he was frightened by Wang Qiao and wet his pants directly..."

"I……"

Xu Sheng clenched his fists, but could not refute, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"Please give way."

At this time, three young and beautiful girls came from behind, each with their own characteristics, and politely asked them to give way.

Xu Sheng was immediately attracted to one of them, who had the liveliest and brightest temperament: "Are you also here to see Lin Fan, an ancient martial artist?"

If the other party comes to see Sanda and torture ancient martial arts, then he... seems to be able to change his camp first.

Compared with solving the problem of maternal and fetal singleness, belief in Guwu seems not important at all, and one can easily rebel...

"No, I'm here to support Lin Fan."

Luo Xiaoyi said with a smile: "I happen to be nearby, so I came to take a look."

"Great, I am also a fan of ancient martial arts!"

Hobbies and love are highly overlapped. This is the most ideal situation. Xu Sheng's eyes light up immediately.

"Madam, don't be deceived. Nowadays, fighting is all about science, and ancient martial arts is nothing!" The young man who had argued with Xu Sheng said dullly.

Xie Biqi ignored them and led Luo Xiaoyi and Lin Chenxi to the front position, looking at the arena with a slightly solemn expression.

Unexpectedly, a transcendent person would jump out so soon.

Ancient Wulin Fan?

She had made this person's file herself, which was very impressive.

At this time, Xu Sheng asked expectantly: "I wonder what kind of fight this game will be like?"

After he finished speaking, he felt three looks as if they were looking at idiots.

"This game should be interesting."

Xie Biqi finally made a prediction.

…

In the middle of the field, the game begins.

As a true fighter, Wang Qiao has rich competition experience.

He has also watched Lin Fan's video. To be honest...it's a bit fake. It feels like another liar!

This match was in unlimited fighting mode. Wang Qiao looked at Lin Fan walking over and suddenly felt something was not right.

As a veteran in fighting, he had a beast-like intuition. As soon as he saw Lin Fan, he felt that this match might not be easy.

It's a powerful enemy!

"Unrestricted fighting, the pre-match agreement between the two parties is confirmed!"

The referee was still explaining the rules of the game, while Wang Qiao silently encouraged himself: "Lin Fan is the successor of Baguazhang, and I am familiar with those Bagua routines...it will be no problem."

Lin Fan fought in the name of a descendant of ancient martial arts. If he used modern fighting techniques, he would win and lose.

"Game start!"

The referee made a chop with one hand, indicating that the players on both sides could start the game, and he jumped into the corner.

"Sorry……"

Lin Fan looked at Wang Qiao opposite, a trace of apology suddenly appeared on his face.

Wang Qiao didn't know why, but he still stepped forward to attack, stepped on the triangle step, entered the blind spot of the opponent's vision, and immediately followed up with a straight right punch.

This is actually a fake move. His real killer move lies in the knee he prepares next.

As the saying goes, ten punches are not as good as one elbow, and elbows are not as good as knees. The strength of human thighs is far greater than that of arms. The knee technique in Muay Thai is unique!

boom!

But his feint hit the target, and there was a strange feeling, as if it had hit a piece of leather armor. The vague force of the shock made Wang Qiao's finger bones ache.

‘Is he so thick-skinned? ’

Wang Qiao was a little surprised, but his body reacted like a conditioned reflex and pushed out with his knee.

puff!

He hit the target, but felt some leg pain.

"Not enough, come again!"

Lin Fan across from him raised his fingers and showed a provocative expression.

Outside the arena, the audience was shocked.

"Isn't it said that Wang Qiao's special skill is the knee technique? Why is Lin Fan okay after being hit? Is it a match-fixing?"

The fighter next to Xu Sheng cursed.

"You know nothing, this is hard qigong! Hard qigong in ancient martial arts, do you understand the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt?" Xu Sheng retorted, his eyes full of excitement.

"Peach, look?"

Luo Xiaoyi bit Xie Biqi's ear.

"At least ninth grade, maybe eighth grade..."

Xie Biqi's expression was solemn. This kind of all-round improvement in resistance to blows could only be achieved by a bronze-skinned martial artist.

On the stage, Wang Qiao was going crazy.

Elbows, knees, chokeholds, waist hugs, chest hits...

His blows, which were like a gust of wind and rain, were actually received by Lin Fan.

Apart from occasionally tilting his head to avoid vital points such as his eyes and nose, his body was able to deal with the force with a slight tremor without even taking a step back.

Instead, he was panting from exhaustion and suffering from severe pain in his hands and feet.

"Have you beaten enough? It's my turn!"

Lin Fan struck out like lightning, and his Bagua Palm came to Wang Qiao like a wind and thunder.

Click!

Just hearing the crisp sound of fractures, Wang Qiao had fallen to the ground, his limbs were broken, and he was seriously injured!

"I'm sorry... If we don't leave enough injuries to prove it, others will suspect that we faked the fight."

Lin Fan cupped his fists and saluted.

The already stunned referee stepped forward and raised Lin Fan's fist high: "Winner...Lin Fan!"

Compared to the audience, he really knows the strength of this player. He feels that he can win the world championship. Beating Wang Qiao is like an adult beating a child!

"really?"

"This is so fake. Are you colluding?"

The audience in the audience was silent at first, and then exploded!

"That's not right. Wang Qiao never wastes money. There was an ancient martial arts master who wanted to bribe him, but he was exposed instead."

"Maybe the money wasn't enough?"

…

"Everyone!"

Lin Fan suddenly roared, like a tiger's roar, breathtaking and sweeping across the audience.

"I, Lin Fan, accept the challenge of any strong person in the world. As long as I sign a liability exemption agreement, I can come and fight!"

He was only one person, but his momentum was so amazing that he frightened an audience of tens of thousands of people.

‘Only in this way can I truly be famous all over the world and have fame as a talisman. ’

Secretly, Lin Fan said to himself silently.

…

"Well played."

Zhong Shenxiu turned off the live broadcast on her mobile phone and slowly sipped tea.

Then, he tilted his head and thought for a moment, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

At this moment, something in Yuandongtian suddenly became different.

He was reversing his previous meme cover-up.

After all, when things have reached this point, there is no need to hide anything anymore.

Moreover, he is also looking forward to the reactions of countries around the world.

In a small shabby bookstore, He Zudao, who was about to cause trouble, suddenly shuddered...