Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2700 Arena Competition 5

Ye Feng's Bajiquan's inch power is close to perfection, but his soft power has not yet reached perfection.

And Kalaripayat's yoga jiu-jitsu has a bit of toughness, so the two can be said to be a perfect match.

Facing Eleven who was rushing towards him again, Ye Feng used his strength to block him. Unexpectedly, this time Eleven did not fight back, but slipped and passed by him at a strange angle.

Just at the moment when the two men turned sideways, Eleven kicked Ye Feng with a snake-like whip kick, and Ye Feng hit him back with a piercing elbow.

Eleven touched the ground with his feet, circled in the air, and opened his arms like an eagle.

Ye Feng swept his left foot across the ring and raised his fist as hard as iron.

Thirty-two years of training in the coldest days of winter have made his back muscles bulge into mountain-like curves under his black training suit.

When the eleventh fell, the two eagle claws were already at his face.

Ye Feng lowered his hips and turned his waist, and his right elbow split the air wave like a battle axe, but it touched a ball of cotton wool.

Eleven actually twisted into a yoga wheel pose in mid-air, and the moment his toes touched the ground, his left hand turned into a knife and stabbed towards Ye Feng three inches below his ribs.

"bump!"

Although the hand knife hit Ye Feng's ribs, Ye Feng was as strong as a rock at that time, so his hand knife was ineffective.

Eleven was shocked. He knew how powerful his knife was, but how come this man was okay?

But he did not panic. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he swam towards the ground like a king cobra.

Ye Feng's eyes focused, his whip kick left an afterimage, and his Baji shock kick made the ring shake!

"boom!"

Eleven bent his elbow to block, but Ye Feng kept kicking him, and finally on the eighth kick, Eleven's collarbone made a crisp sound.

Eleven used the force to flip over, as light as a swallow. Ye Feng's chopping palm followed, and Eleven suddenly transformed into the dance king posture in the Shiva statue - right leg raised above head, with a drop of water condensed on the fingertips of his left hand.

As the water droplets burst into mist, Ye Feng heard Buddhist chanting behind his ears.

While he was stunned, Eleven's palm knife pierced through the sound barrier and hit his Dazhui acupoint.

Ye Feng pinched his palm with two fingers of his left hand, and struck with his right hand with an iron finger.

Two figures crossed on the ring, and the impact, sometimes gentle and sometimes explosive, made the ring shake.

Suddenly, everything stopped, and Ye Feng pinched Eleven's throat with two fingers.

Eleven's finger pointed at Ye Feng's eyes. Obviously, if he used this move, Eleven would die, and his attack would not be able to hit the target at all.

Beads of sweat dripped down the Sanskrit tattoo, leaving small wet marks on the ring.

Everything ended just like that. The entire stands were silent, and Eleven looked as pale as death.

Although he lost this battle convincingly, he couldn't afford to lose here.

Eleven let out a long sigh, and suddenly punched himself on the temple. He fell on the ring like a sack.

Ye Feng leaned over to take a look and saw that this guy was bleeding from all seven orifices and it was obvious that he had left no chance of survival.

The remaining servants of God rushed onto the stage and began to treat the patient. They were all experts.

However, faced with an expert in traumatic injuries who left no chance of survival for them, they were obviously powerless.

There were shouts and curses from the audience, and some people were about to rush over to attack Ye Feng.

But at this time, the Americans in the stands also rose up to resist, ready to defend their heroes.

The Chinese people in the stands were also excited and looked unhappy. Who would dare to move?

Ye Yuze sighed and walked onto the stage. Although he was not afraid of anything, it was just a match and he really didn't want anyone to die.

Ye Yuze stepped onto the stage, and ten divine servants glared at him. Although they were all highly skilled in medicine, they were helpless against this kind of bleeding from all seven orifices.

After all, from a medical point of view, this situation can basically be declared dead. Medicine has never had any good way to treat head diseases.

Even Western medicine with all the cutting-edge equipment can't do anything about it, let alone doctors like Kalaripayat.

In fact, Ye Yuze was not sure that he could save Eleven, but he was a medical student after all, and he knew about Eleven's condition.

He hit himself on the temple with great force. Although everyone thought he was doomed, Ye Yuze felt he could be saved.

It’s not that he has any unique insights, but that he has experienced more things.

Many people have engaged in self-harm, but they all have one thing in common: the force used is somehow weaker than beating others.

It’s not that I can’t do it, but it’s a physiological, subconscious behavior.

So the descriptions in some books about a minister dying by hitting his head against a pillar are basically nonsense.

Looking at the people who were hostile to him, Ye Yuze did not respond, but said calmly:

"I'm a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. I'm confident I can save him in this situation. If you don't allow me to, I can choose not to save him. But I'll be frank with you. If I can't save him, you can't blame me."

There is a microphone on each stage, so Ye Yuze's voice naturally spread and was heard by everyone.

The audience, who had originally glared at the gods, also quieted down and looked at the servants of God.

Several divine servants originally did not want to agree to Ye Yuze's request, as they did not believe that this opponent's medical skills were better than theirs.

However, the situation is at a stalemate here. If they don't agree and watch Eleven die here, public opinion will be very unfavorable to them.

So after a few people discussed it, they moved out of the open space and let Ye Yuze treat him.

Ye Yuze first turned Eleven's body over to lie on his side, and then began to take his pulse. He wanted to understand where the blood was blocked first.

The few servants of God naturally didn’t know that Eleven had a head injury, so why was Ye Yuze pinching his wrist?

At this time, the people on the other two stages also stopped and looked over here.

After determining the location, Ye Yuze decisively took out a triangular needle and stabbed it into the area of ​​​​the blood clot. Several servants of God exclaimed and tried to stop him.

Are you kidding? Sticking a needle into the head is not saving lives, it's killing people!

However, Ye Yuze's calm expression made them hesitate and they did not rush forward.

Then they saw a magical scene. Black blood slowly flowed out of the syringe, and Ye Yuze took out several long needles and quickly inserted them.

The speed of the black blood flowing became faster and faster as the silver needle was inserted, and Eleven, who had already fallen into a coma, twitched his eyelids a few times and actually opened his eyes.

Ye Yuze let out a long sigh and ordered:

"call the ambulance!"

Then he kept twisting and plucking several needles, his technique as fast as lightning.

The eleventh one asked with blank eyes:

"What are you doing?"

Servant No. 1 burst into tears and fell to his knees: "On behalf of God, thank you for everything you have done for Eleven."

As he knelt down, the other nine servants quickly knelt down and thanked Ye Yuze. Ye Yuze had no time to pay attention to them. His hands kept working, and soon his head was full of sweat.

Ye Feng picked up the towel and wiped the sweat off his father. He wanted to say something but didn't say it in the end.

In recent years, there has not been much communication between father and son. Most boys are like this. When they grow up, they are not willing to say anything to their father.

Because each generation has different cognition and worldview, and fathers like to influence their children in their own way.

However, the child does not agree with many of his father's views, which creates communication barriers.

The main father is usually quite strong, and likes to force things if they can't be persuaded. As a son, you naturally can't resist.

In the end, the situation is that the son will agree with whatever his father says, but whether he will do it or not is another matter.

Ye Feng and Ye Yuze did not reach this point. After all, when Ye Feng got into such a big trouble, Ye Yuze and his friends stepped forward, which led to the establishment of the brother company in the United States.

It can be said that if Ye Yuze had not turned the tide that time, Ye Feng might have had to return to the Warrior Group to develop.

Today, Ye Feng has become a super rich man in the United States and can influence many things. This is naturally inseparable from Ye Yuze.

However, because Ye Feng was busy all the time, the father and son rarely met, so they rarely communicated.

When wiping his father's sweat, Ye Feng suddenly discovered that Ye Yuze had white hair on his temples, and his heart ached.

I’m really old now, and it’s really not allowed to use it at this time!

The ambulance came and took Eleven away. At this time, the audience stopped making noise and had complicated expressions.

The original tense situation turned into silence. Yes, human nature is kind after all. In the face of life, winning or losing is not that important.

In China, the leader who wanted to broadcast the event finally received instructions from his superiors, forbidding the broadcast.

He slammed the table hard, and finally gave up helplessly. The words "the overall situation is more important" blocked all his excuses.

What is the overall situation? He didn't know. After experiencing so much over the years, he finally understood that the so-called overall situation is actually the will of the leader.

Immediately afterwards, people who were originally able to watch the game on social software could no longer watch it, and started cursing.

Eleven was taken away by ambulance and the game continued. The world would not change without anyone leaving.

Next, Ye Feng fought against the third servant of God. This was because Eleven’s true strength had already entered the top five, and it would be useless to replace him with someone else.

Singh's opponent became the Ninth Servant of God, one of whom had just been eliminated by him.

Tiechui faced the Tenth Elder, still full of fighting spirit.

At present, Ye Yuze has all his elite troops on his side. If Singh had not occupied the arena, Yang Geyong would have had to go up. Of course, he would be more than happy to do so.

There are still seven of the thirteen servants of God left, and they still have the advantage in numbers.

Because of Ye Yuze's actions just now, the offensive style of the gods' servants obviously slowed down. This is what is called returning a favor.

The audience's emotions also calmed down, most of them were cheering, and there was basically no cursing.

Tiechui's style remains the same as always, which is to hurt the enemy by a thousand and lose eight hundred of his own, exchanging injuries for injuries.

But who could fight him with his orangutan-like physique? The Tenth Divine Servant finally gave in after the Nth collision with him.

Going head-on with this person would be self-abuse!

But there is no way to fight without contact, and finally I can only admit defeat. There is no other way. If I continue to waste time, the same result will be achieved.

Singh can be said to be the highlight of the ring. Perhaps it is because Indian audiences are familiar with Kalaripayat's fighting style. The fight between Singh and the Ninth Servant of God was very intense.

To be called a servant of God, one’s kung fu must have reached a very high level, or at least be able to show off.

The so-called pretense is to act calm and composed during a fight, but the Ninth Divine Servant found that he really couldn't do it.

Singh's attack was fierce and murderous. His men showed no signs of mercy and every move seemed to be aimed at killing him.

The Ninth Servant of God only pretended to be powerful for three moves before Singer kicked him in the hip and he hit the guardrail.

He knew that he could not underestimate this opponent. Once upon a time, the thirteen of them could look down on all the boxing champions.

But today he really couldn't do it. He was familiar with every one of Singh's moves and could even predict the direction of attack, but he just couldn't defend against it.

Because each of Singh's moves has subtle changes, even just the difference in the angle of force makes the whole move different.

To become the ninth servant of God was naturally the result of fighting time and time again. He had not known what failure felt like for a long time.

But of course he couldn't admit defeat like Lao Shi did. He had to fight with all his might whether he won or lost.

Then, Lao Jiu roared loudly, and one of his arms became thick and strong, and came down towards Singer with the sound of wind.

Singh dodged with a quick leap, then jumped into the air and kicked Lao Jiu in the face with lightning speed.

Lao Jiu stretched out his hand to block, but he didn't expect Singh's other leg to kick him in the back of the head.

A blow to the head is the easiest to make someone lose their fighting power. Lao Jiu's body swayed a few times, and before he could regain consciousness, Singer's foot, which he had blocked, kicked him in the forehead from above his arm.

Lao Jiu finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground with a plop.

Singh did not press on with the victory, as he had to give some face to the servant of God. Of course, if he didn't want it, he wouldn't mind helping him.

Ye Feng was pretending at the moment because the third servant of God was pretending. Ye Feng always paid the most attention to his manners, so the two pretentious people met.

The third brother’s starting move was to raise his right palm, and his body was straight, like a tree.

Ye Feng was the same, wearing a white Chinese training suit, standing still like a mountain.

Then the referee started to be dazed as he looked at the two men. Although he was familiar with Kalaripayat, who knew what the two masters were going to do?

If we compare the handsomeness, Ye Feng will definitely win because he is young!

Although the third brother is also good-looking, he loses because he is nearly 40 years old and has a big beard. There is nothing he can do about it; age is just a disadvantage.

After watching for a while, neither of them moved, the referee had to remind them:

"Ye Feng is the champion. You have to attack first, otherwise you will be penalized for a foul."

Ye Feng was stunned when he heard this. In all the battles he had fought, he had never taken the initiative to attack. Now that he was required to attack, he felt a little embarrassed.

After all, don’t masters always strike back? How to strike first?

However, the referee had reminded him that he couldn't just stand there. He thought for a moment, raised his right leg, and kicked towards the third brother's raised right palm.

But this attack was really a bit perfunctory, just a show, and there was booing from the audience.

The third brother felt insulted. Who are you looking down on? Is this an attack?

In a rage, the third brother also raised his leg and kicked over, and the two legs met in the air, making a muffled sound.

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