Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2702 Arena Competition 7

Tiechui has now become a real tiger, while the Tenth Divine Servant has become a centipede, dead but still alive.

His physical strength had almost reached its limit, and he was only holding on with a little dignity.

The hammer approached step by step, and each step caused the ring to tremble slightly.

The tenth divine servant bowed slightly, waved his hands, and tried his best to keep his body flexible.

Tiechui didn't want to delay any longer. He suddenly shouted, and his body rushed straight to the tenth servant of God like an arrow from a bow, and his fists hit the opponent's chest like hammers.

The Tenth God Servant quickly turned sideways, trying to avoid the attack, but Tiechui's offensive force suddenly changed. He feinted with his right fist, and suddenly launched a "hook" with his left fist, hitting the Tenth God Servant's abdomen.

The tenth divine servant contracted his abdomen, bent his body like a bow, and grabbed the wrist of the hammer with both hands, trying to use the force to counterattack.

However, Tiechui had anticipated this. He exerted force suddenly, broke free from the restraints of the Tenth God's Servant, and then threw a "swinging punch" directly at his opponent's temple.

The tenth divine servant was forced back several steps by this attack, staggered, and almost fell.

Tiechui seized the opportunity, stomped his feet hard, and threw an uppercut at the chin of the Tenth God's Servant.

The tenth divine servant barely raised his arm to block, but the force of the blow was far beyond his expectations.

His body tilted and leaned against the railing.

Tiechui showed no mercy, and followed with a "sweeping kick", with his right leg sweeping towards the lower body of the Tenth God's Servant like a whip.

The tenth divine servant was knocked to the ground on the boxing ring like a dog eating shit after being swept away.

Tiechui was about to go up for another kick but was stopped by the referee.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3..."

The referee's count was like the call of the god of death, declaring the fate of the tenth servant of God.

The Tenth Servant of God really didn't want to get up, because his fate had already been determined, and he would be a failure whether he got up or not.

But he was a servant of God, and even if he died, he wanted to die with dignity, so he gritted his teeth and stood up again.

Hammer, who had long lost his patience, attacked like a storm, and every punch was shattering the little confidence he had left.

The Tenth Divine Servant was forced to retreat step by step. His agility gradually lost its advantage under the fierce attack of the hammer, and his movements began to slow down, and he was breathing heavily.

Finally, Tiechui found a flaw. During a dodge, the Tenth Divine Servant slipped slightly and lost his balance.

Tiechui's eyes flashed, and he suddenly kicked him right in the chest.

The tenth servant of God fell heavily to the ground like a torn sack, motionless, and the referee started counting again...

There were earth-shaking cheers from the stands of the United States and China, but there was complete silence on the Indian side. The two servants of God just fell down like that. Is Kalaripayattu really inferior to foreign Kung Fu?

When the referee counted to one, the tenth servant of God finally failed to get up and even failed to wake up.

Emergency personnel quickly carried him away on a stretcher and sent him to the hospital.

Tiechui stood in the center of the ring, slowly lowering his fists, breathing heavy but steady.

His eyes were still sharp, like a victorious tiger, looking down at the stands and roaring:

"Anyone else want to compete? I want to challenge all of you!"

The audience was silent, and the gods' servants didn't even dare to look him in the eye. This big man intimidated them with his absolute strength.

When the referee pulled Tie Hammer's hand and announced the victory, there was naturally another cheer from the American audience.

At this time, the United States was in an uproar. Damn, a rich man and a young master with a bayonet security guard, are you going to conquer the world?

The audience was not very excited about Tiechui's victory, because he himself had amazing fighting power. Although he did not participate in the boxing championship, everyone understood that he did not want to bully others.

After all, so many boxing champions are trained by Bayonet Security.

If he, a mentor, were to fight with students, how many of them would dare to do it? It's just right for him to come out and bully these ignorant foreigners!

But Ye Feng is different. Ordinary American people don’t actually care about these wealthy people.

Even in the presidential election, if you say something nice, I will pay you to do the job. If you don't pay me, I will think about it carefully.

After all, the vote is valuable. We can't just give you the vote based on your nonsense. After all, there are so many braggarts who take votes but do nothing.

But the American people are definitely a nation that worships heroes. Deep down, every one of them wants to be a hero.

Therefore, Ye Feng’s sudden appearance made everyone remember him all of a sudden!

Someone in the live broadcast room shouted: "This Ye Feng can be president!"

"No, the Hammer is fit to be president!"

A big debate was immediately launched, and several live broadcast rooms were crowded.

Even the host of Brothers Entertainment Channel spread his hands and smiled bitterly.

"Mr. President, have you heard the voices of the people? Why don't you pack up and go home to vacate the White House."

The audience in front of the TV burst into laughter, and various media began to reprint the story.

At this time, the battle between Singh and the Ninth Servant of God has reached its final stage.

The Ninth God's Servant suffered a loss because of his initial contempt, and now he was ready to fight to the death. He could not lose because he was a God's Servant, and his opponent was someone he needed to discipline.

Singh has a slender figure, smooth muscle lines, snake-like hands, and deep and calm eyes.

His opponent, the Ninth Servant of God, was also a master of Kalaripayat. He had a nimble figure, moved as fast as the wind, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Singh took the lead in launching the attack. He stomped his feet hard and pounced on the tenth servant of God like a snake out of a cave. He lashed his opponent's chest with both hands like a whip.

The Ninth Divine Servant was not in a hurry. His body was as light as willow catkins. He dodged to the side and avoided Singh's fierce attack.

Both of them were nimble and light, like catkins in the wind.

Singh missed the attack and immediately adjusted his posture. He suddenly used Kalaripayat's "snake-like hand" and his hands entwined like vines, heading straight for the throat of the Ninth Servant of God.

The Ninth God's Servant seemed to have anticipated this. He twisted his body like a snake and used the hemp ropes in his hands to quickly pull towards Singh. Singh waved his arms to block.

The tenth servant of God took advantage of the situation to retreat, then suddenly turned around, swung his right leg like a whip, and aimed directly at Singh's head.

Singh reacted very quickly, lowered his head to avoid it, and then used a "snake-like leg" to hit the ninth servant of God in the abdomen.

The Ninth God's Servant contracted his abdomen and kicked Singer's ankle with a shovel kick.

Singh snorted coldly, rooted himself down, and squatted down. The Ninth God Servant's kick was ineffective.

The ninth servant of God leaped forward and grabbed Singh's legs. Singh suddenly exerted force to break free from the restraints of the tenth servant of God, and then used a "snake-like hand" to hit the opponent's face.

The Ninth Divine Servant was forced back several steps by this attack, but the force was not strong, so his expression did not change and he was not greatly affected.

Singh's attack was like a snake emerging from a cave. His punches and kicks were full of dexterity and strangeness, and each blow carried unpredictable changes.

The Ninth Servant of God moved like the wind, his movements smooth and swift, sometimes using softness to overcome hardness, sometimes using speed to defeat slowness, trying to find Singer's flaws.

Suddenly, the Ninth Servant of God made a fake move to lure Singh into attacking, then he suddenly squatted down and grabbed Singh's lower abdomen with both hands like eagle claws.

Singh was unable to react in time, his belt was grabbed, and his body swayed slightly.

The Ninth Servant of God took the opportunity to sweep his legs and tried to knock Singh down.

However, Singh took advantage of this moment of imbalance and suddenly did a "snake flip", twisting his body like a snake and lashing the ninth servant's head with his right leg like a whip.

The Ninth Divine Servant dodged the attack with a leap, then used the momentum to do a backward flip and create some distance.

Both of them were breathing rapidly, sweat dripping down their foreheads, but their fighting spirit had not diminished.

In the ring, Kalaripayat's dexterity and weirdness were intertwined, and the audience held their breath, waiting for the final result.

Singh took a deep breath, jumped up, and swung his legs like willows. The Ninth God's Servant bent slightly, raised his hands like whips, and wrapped around the Ninth God's legs.

The arms and legs were intertwined, as if four snakes were entangled, leaving the onlookers stunned.

Yang Geyong nudged Ye Yuze: "The way they fight is fucking disgusting."

Ye Yuze glanced at him and said, "Look more and you'll find a way to crack it. Don't be like a woman who ejaculates as soon as someone touches you."

Yang Geyong stared, wanting to say something? But in the end, he said nothing.

The two entangled people quickly separated, but Singh's offensive suddenly changed. He feinted with his right hand and suddenly swung his left hand to hit the ninth servant of God's temple.

The Ninth God's Servant dodged with his head turned sideways, bent his body like a bow, and grabbed Singer's wrist with both hands, ready to use the anti-joint skill.

However, Singh had anticipated this. He exerted force suddenly, broke free from the restraints of the Ninth God's Servant, and then punched his opponent directly in the chest.

The Ninth Divine Servant was forced back several steps by this attack, his expression changed slightly, and his breathing became more rapid.

Singh seized the opportunity, stomped his feet suddenly, twisted his body strangely, and lashed the ninth servant of God's neck with his right leg like a whip.

The Ninth Divine Servant barely raised his arm to block, but the force of the blow was far beyond his expectations.

His body sank slightly as he was whipped, and he staggered and almost lost his balance.

Singh showed no mercy, and immediately performed a "snake flip", twisting his body and kicking the ninth servant of God with his right leg.

The Ninth God Servant was shocked by this blow and retreated repeatedly, his steps were already messy. Although he tried his best to appear calm, the sweat on his head could not deceive anyone.

He adjusted his posture and tried to create distance again, but Singh was already following him closely.

Singh's offensive was extremely strange. Each of his strikes carried unpredictable changes, forcing the Ninth Servant of God to retreat step by step.

The Ninth God's flexible body movements gradually lost their advantage under Singh's fierce attack. His movements began to become slow and his breathing became heavier.

Finally, Singh found a flaw. The Ninth Servant slipped slightly during his evasion and lost his balance.

Singh's eyes flashed, and he suddenly swayed like a willow in the wind, and his right leg hit his shoulder like a hammer.

The attack hit the target right on target, and the Ninth Divine Servant was knocked to his knees, supporting himself with his hands, barely holding up his body.

Singh didn't give him any chance to breathe, and immediately hit the Ninth God's Servant hard in the chest with a straight punch.

The Ninth Divine Servant was knocked back by this blow and fell heavily on the ring. His breathing was rapid, his chest was heaving violently, and he tried to struggle to stand up, but his body was no longer under his control.

Singh stood in the center of the ring, slowly lowering his hands, breathing heavy but steady.

His eyes were still sharp, like a victorious snake, looking down at his fallen opponent.

The ninth divine servant finally had no strength to fight anymore and slowly raised his hand, indicating his surrender.

In this duel, Singh borrowed some of Ye Yuze's moves and easily defeated the man he once looked up to.

The winner of the fight has been decided, but the Indian audience has mixed feelings. They hate Singh, but Singh's performance now leaves them speechless.

In every era, the strong are respected, although today's strong no longer refers to personal martial arts.

But this is a boxing match, Singh is the champion, and the Tenth Servant of God is the enforcer of Kalaripayat.

If such a person does not respect force, then what does he rely on?

It seems that Singh is the real king of Kalaripayat, but who dares to say this? Because their king has to worship a foreigner as his teacher.

The people of Asan believe in God, and Kalaripayat is a Kung Fu passed down by God, so his behavior is undoubtedly a betrayal. But the servants of God can't subdue him.

No one could answer the people's confusion, and the First Servant of God had a gloomy face at this time.

He is over fifty years old this year, and he can't even remember how many years it has been since he last took action? The second servant of God is about the same.

However, the third divine servant, who was his last reliance, had been defeated by Ye Feng, and it was too late to back down.

Originally, the First and Second Divine Servant were prepared to deal with Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong. They were about the same age, so it wasn't a loss of face, but what should they do now?

Now Ye Feng, Tiechui and that hateful Singh are still on the ring, but there are only seven of them left on his side.

Now the situation is clear, even if these people go up, they will definitely not be able to solve the problem. The combat power is there.

The defeat of the third servant of God was not caused by himself, but by the reputation of all the servants of God. Because except for the two at the front, no one could beat the third one.

So, there is no way to solve this problem, and I don’t know why these outsiders are so powerful? Could it be that Kalaripayat is really just a showpiece?

Things fell silent, and the referees were whispering to each other. Although they were referees, they were Kalaripayat's men and no one would urge them.

Tiechui didn't have the patience, and shouted impatiently:

"Are you coming or not? If not, I win!"

Ye Mao, who had just rushed onto the ring but hadn't gotten a fight yet, was also unhappy!

"Yeah, are you coming? If not, I win!"

Before he could finish his words, the Seventh Divine Servant waved his sleeves and jumped onto the stage, scaring Ye Mao.

How did this guy get up to such a high platform?

The seventh divine servant was very tall and well-proportioned, and he wore a long robe, looking a bit like an immortal.

The reason why he dared to come up was because he saw that Ye Mao was young. As a servant of God, if he didn't dare to go up to the ring, how would he survive in the future?

As the saying goes, pick on the weak and bully the weak. Ye Mao came here to ask for trouble, so it's not his fault.

After he got on stage, he didn't care about any face-saving projects. He started attacking as soon as he landed, with his fists flying up and down...

I want a ticket