Great Power Reclamation

Thirteen did not continue to attack. Compared with Tiechui, he was obviously more graceful.

If you can be called a servant of God, you must have grace, otherwise what will your fans think of you?

At this time, Yang Wei had already rolled together with his opponent. There was still a difference in strength between the two men, and Yang Wei was obviously stronger.

However, the Indian contestants clearly have the upper hand in the clinging category. As long as their hands or feet touch you, they will cling to you like a snake.

You have to know that fighting requires distance. Whether it is punching or kicking, you need distance to accumulate power.

Even for an internal martial arts master like Ye Yuze, he needs a fist's distance to accumulate strength, and if his body is entangled by someone, he will obviously lose the strength to fight.

But this is not the case with Kalaripayattu masters, because their main practice is to make the body soft and flexible.

And their means of attack are similar to Muay Thai, elbows, knees, shoulders, and even heads are weapons that can be used to attack.

Therefore, even someone as strong as Yang Wei lost his ability to attack after his body was entangled and was constantly attacked.

For example, at this moment, two people were rolling on the ground, and the Indian player was constantly making small movements and attacking Yang Wei non-stop.

But because Yang Wei's arms and legs were too long and he was held by him, he had no way to fight back and was shouting in anger on the ground.

In the end, he got so angry that he rolled over and took his opponent off the ring, but this could only be considered a draw.

This is the first time the game has ended in a tie so far, and in a tie both sides naturally have to send out players at the same time.

At this time, most of the young masters on Ye Yuze's side had come up, and the situation was not ideal.

After all, although the bayonet security is trained in free fighting, most Americans are deeply rooted in the rules of boxing.

Therefore, once a fight starts, they are bound to suffer a loss, because Kalaripayatne fighters focus on the flexibility of their body movements, while boxing is much more clumsy.

In the previous matches, Kalaripayat won by points, leaving these boxers with strength but unable to use it.

Even Yang Geyong suffered a loss at the beginning and then admitted defeat.

The thirteen people who just came up were obviously highly skilled in martial arts, and the only ones who could come up among them were Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong. This battle was going to be a bit difficult.

Unexpectedly, Singh suddenly jumped up and shouted to the people below:

"I am here on behalf of my master. Anyone who wants to challenge my master must step over me first!"

Twelve slowly walked onto the stage, put his palms together, and saluted Singh. Then the two stood at the two ends of the stage, staring at each other with sharp eyes.

The twelve wore white robes with red belts around their waists, put their hands together, and bowed slightly:

"Singer, I haven't seen you for a long time. You look more calm now."

Singh, dressed in black shorts and with bandages on his wrists, sneered:

"Twelfth Elder, your steps are still light, but today, I will let you know who is the real 'Wind Dancer'."

Twelve smiled slightly:

"Wind Dancer? That's just an empty title. True power comes from inner peace."

Singh's eyes were stern:

"Calm? In the ring, only the winner is qualified to talk about calmness!"

The whistle sounded, and the duel officially began. Singh took the lead in attacking, his steps like a tiger descending from a mountain, his fists whistling, heading straight for Twelve's face.

Twelve's figure flashed, as light as catkins, avoiding Singh's attack. Singh's fist brushed the corner of Twelve's clothes, bringing up a gust of wind.

Twelve said softly: "Your power is still fierce, but too impatient."

Singh snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Singh attacked again, using both fists and feet, and his attack was as fierce as the tide.

Rule 12 was like a fallen leaf, drifting in the wind, never confronting Singh head-on. The audience below the ring held their breath, staring intently at every move of the two.

Suddenly, Singh seized a flaw in Twelve and kicked him in the waist with a sweeping kick.

Twelve's body froze, seemingly unable to dodge. However, just as Singh's leg was about to hit him, Twelve's body suddenly twisted like a snake, cleverly avoiding the attack.

Twelve's eyes became sharp: "Singer, your attack is fierce, but lacks variety."

Singh panted, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes:

"Stop preaching! If you have the guts, take my attack head-on!"

Twelve took a deep breath: "As you wish."

Then, Twelve suddenly changed his tactics and stopped dodging, but took the initiative to attack.

His boxing style was as smooth as flowing water, and each move was filled with gentle power, but it made Singh feel overwhelmed.

Then his offensive was gradually suppressed and his steps became disorderly.

Singh gnashed his teeth and said, "Impossible! How can you be so strong!"

Twelve said calmly:

“Strength does not come from the muscles, but from the heart. If your heart is disturbed, your strength will naturally be scattered.

Singh roared, "Shut up!"

Then, with all his strength, he punched Twelve straight in the chest.

Twelve did not dodge or evade, and took the punch head-on. However, Singh's fist seemed to hit cotton, and the force was completely neutralized.

Twelve gave a light push and Singh staggered back. In fact, the outcome had already been decided at this point.

Singh fell to one knee, breathing heavily, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Twelve stepped forward and held out his hand:

"Singer, the real strong man does not defeat his opponent, but surpasses himself."

Singh looked up at Amir and was silent for a moment. His confidence soon returned:

"Twelfth Elder, you haven't defeated me yet. In this world, the only one who can defeat me is my master!"

Twelve smiled, "We are all Kalaripayat warriors, seeking inner peace and balance of power. Today's duel is between you and me!"

Singh nodded, his eyes firm: "So, I must defeat you and the thirteen divine servants, only then will the master accept me as his disciple!"

There was an uproar in the audience, with shouts and curses coming one after another. Naturally, they were all supporters of the servant of God, and they were all cursing Singh.

But Singh didn't care at all. He just looked up at Ye Yuze who was sitting in the front row, and then gathered all his strength again.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the scene of him fighting with Ye Yuze, every move was vivid.

So he moved again. This time he was not hysterical or furious. He took light steps, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and floated in front of Twelve like the wind.

Twelve stretched out his hand towards his shoulder, and his right hand drew a circle, not only blocking Twelve's hand that was attacking him, but also patting Twelve on the waist.

The palm strike was not very powerful, nor did it make any sound, just like a breeze blowing past. But Twelve was like a kite, and when Singer's palm struck him, he slid out three steps in the air.

In the eyes of the audience, the twelve elders dodged these three steps themselves, but Singh's mouth curled up, he hit it.

The twelfth elder's face turned pale, and his indifference turned into solemnity, and he looked at Singh again.

As a master of Kalaripayattu, Twelve was naturally familiar with all the moves of Kalaripayattu, and could even feel the force points of each move with his eyes closed.

But there was something obviously wrong with Singh's palm. There was neither a distance to exert force nor any way to use the opponent's force to attack. So where did this force come from?

Of course, this was just a momentary reaction in his mind. The battle was not over yet, so it was naturally not the time to summarize.

Twelve stepped forward, raised his hands, and crossed them to form a circle.

Singh's eyes narrowed, his expression serious, and he made the same gesture, but in the opposite direction.

Because he knew the power of this move, called Stirring the Wind and Clouds, with both hands drawing circles, this was to accumulate strength, just like Chinese Tai Chi.

According to Kalaripayattu, it is also called summoning divine power.

The force of this palm strike is not something that ordinary people can withstand, not even Singh, because his opponent is a servant of God.

Therefore, the only way to deal with it is to fight back, use the same tactics, and compete in strength.

When Twelve saw Singh's response, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This was exactly the result he wanted.

So, he increased the speed of his hands, and then suddenly, one palm was pushed out like lightning, hitting Singh's chest and abdomen.

At this time, Singh's palm also struck out, and the two palms met in the air, making a "bang" sound, as if two heavy objects hit each other.

Singh groaned and took two steps back, while Twelve took three steps back.

"what……"

The Indian audience exclaimed, is the servant of God going to lose? Is Singh so powerful?

In the stands, Yang Geyong looked at Ye Yuze and said, "This Singer is pretty good. Do you want to consider taking him?"

Ye Yuze had a blank expression on his face: "Let's watch it to the end. This guy is very talented, but I'm worried about his character."

Yang Geyong naturally understood what Ye Yuze meant. What if this guy met a master again and betrayed his master like this time?

Although Kung Fu is not very useful in this era, Ye Yuze still pays special attention to the matter of accepting disciples.

After all, that's what his master did at the beginning. Moreover, his master didn't even accept Yang Geyong in the end just because he had a bad temper.

So, up to now, Ye Yuze has never accepted any disciple except his own children.

This was not because he was lazy, but because the memory left by his master, Blacksmith Lin, was too deep.

Originally, he had not considered Singer at all, but this guy's performance at this moment made him look at him with admiration.

After all, his current actions have made him an enemy of the entire Kalaripayat, and this is in India. How is he going to survive in the future?

But this guy didn't seem to care about all this at all, and remained calm and composed, even fighting with their servants of God. This made Ye Yuze feel a little relieved.

But his character still needs to be tested. After all, we need to understand whether he is just a martial arts fanatic or has other intentions?

Tiechui and Shisan have been fighting for a while now, and Tiechui has gradually adapted to Shisan's fighting style.

His body was flexible and he could move forward and backward freely, so the hammer would hardly touch his body.

At the beginning, Tiechui suffered a loss because he tried to compete with him in speed, because with Tiechui's body size, he simply couldn't compete in speed.

As a result, he was so tired that he was panting, and he didn't even touch a single hair of the other person, and he was beaten many times.

Tiechui is not stupid, he is just a little naive. After calming down, he stopped moving, trying to cope with any changes with an inconvenient manner.

In other words, when Thirteen attacked, he would go forward to meet him. Even if he was not as fast as the other person, it was okay if he got hit, he could just fight back.

In this way, Thirteen won't be able to get any advantage. Only those who are replaced will know how it hurts.

After two rounds in the ring, Thirteen's whole body was shaking. Damn, this is not a job for a human being.

When you hit someone, it's just like tickling you, but when the wind from their fist hits you, it feels like being hit by a knife. It hurts so fucking much!

Now he is in a dilemma. If he doesn't attack, it will be embarrassing as so many fans are watching him.

But it's really hard to attack, this big guy looks like he's made of stone. I don't know how his mother gave birth to him?

Thirteen was in such a dilemma that he was passive and lazy, which made the referee a little impatient, but he didn't dare to say anything.

However, there was another change on Ye Feng's side, because Eleven went up.

Eleven is a man of majestic appearance and strong physique. His arms are as big as the thighs of ordinary people, which shows that his fists are very powerful.

Ye Feng is a cautious person. He never underestimates any of his opponents. Many American audiences in the stands today know him.

It’s not because he is a good fighter, but because he is the boss of a sister company.

Americans are not so rigid in their thinking. They don't force you to do a certain thing just because of your identity. If a CEO like him, who is worth over 100 million yuan, were from another country, he would definitely be considered a lunatic.

After all, at this point, he had to be surrounded by bodyguards whenever he went out. For the sake of safety, he ended up fighting hard on stage.

So the moment he appeared on the ring, he immediately caused cheers. They admired personal heroism, so Ye Feng naturally gained a wave of fans for this.

Twitter and Facebook naturally spread the news, which immediately caused a huge response.

At that moment, countless people picked up their phones to watch the game, making Ye Feng, a wealthy man who didn't like to show up in public, suddenly well-known to everyone.

Eleven's steps were very steady. He didn't make any starting moves, but instead punched Ye Feng straight away.

Ye Feng did not dodge or evade. He raised his hand to catch the fist and gently pushed it forward. Eleven took three steps back before he could barely stand.

Everyone was a little confused. Given Eleven's physique, his punches were sent out with the wind.

The thin Ye Feng not only caught it easily, but was also able to push the man back. Not only did the Indian audience not believe it, but even the American audience did not believe it.

Is this just a show? No wonder a rich man like Ye Feng dared to challenge the ring. So this is the case...

The audience on Ah San's side was even more confused. What was wrong with Master Eleven? Did he also like to lick foreigners?

Eleventh is speechless with grievances. How could this skinny and small young man, who obviously has an Asian face, have such great strength?

He was a little bit unconvinced and rushed forward again.

Eleven is different from the other servants of God. He is the branch that represents the main attacking force among the three major schools of Kalaripayattu.

It’s not that I don’t practice body movements, after all, coordination and flexibility of the body are the foundation of Kalaripayattu.

He just added strength training while practicing this.

Therefore, among the thirteen divine servants, although he ranks eleventh, his strength is definitely in the top five. (End of this chapter)