Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 196 Seven Breath Battle

Liu Shengnian took out a transparent hourglass filled with fine gray sand, held it up to show everyone, then turned the hourglass upside down, and the fine sand on the upper layer quickly flowed to the lower layer.

"This is the duration of seven breaths, the two of you have an idea in mind."

Zhao Lin looked at the hourglass and counted the time silently in his heart. When the sand flowed out, it was estimated that about 20 seconds had passed.

The disciples all set their sights on Zhao Lin, wanting to see how strong this youngest inner court disciple was.

"Understood, I'll count to three and start."

Liu Shengnian cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "One, two, three!"

Zhao Lin moved upon hearing the sound, and punched without fancy.

The rules of the seven-breath battle are not good for those who rank low. If Zhao Lin can't beat Zhou Ding within seven breaths, although it is a draw in name, his ranking will still remain the same. In fact, it is no different from losing , so attack as soon as you come up.

Zhou Ding also expected this. Seeing the menacing punch, he stepped back on his toes and slapped out with his palm at the same time.

Although Yang Lin just suggested to try his best at the beginning, but out of habit, he still wanted to test Zhao Lin's strength first.

What's more, a tie is considered a victory, and they have a psychological advantage, so they are not in a hurry to attack.

When the fists and palms collided, Zhou Ding felt a huge force coming from his arm, and his body spun to dissolve the force of the impact.

Zhao Lin grabbed the middle and immediately took a step forward. The five fingers of his right hand formed claws and grabbed Zhou Ding's head.

This grasp stretched straight from the wrist to the fingers, extremely powerful.

All the disciples were stunned for a moment. When they practiced exercises, they chose fist strength and palm strength the most, and finger strength and leg strength again.

There are very few people who practice the Claw Kung Fu, so I didn't expect Zhao Lin to be an unpopular skill when he made a move.

Zhou Ding was also startled, his toes touched the ground again, and his body turned sideways.

He wanted to bypass Zhao Lin and attack from his side.

If it was before, Zhao Lin would use absolute speed to chase down the opponent, but after practicing the shuttle step, he had a different idea in his heart.

Slipping his foot, he stood in Kan Gong's "sleepy" position and threw a swinging punch.

Zhou Ding suddenly saw a fist appearing in front of his eyes, as if he had bumped into it on purpose, he was startled and had to take another step back.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that he was not far from the edge of the circle, and he felt a little regret: I should have given up the middle road if I knew it earlier.

My own cultivation is at the first level of the blood realm, and I can obviously suppress the opponent with strength, but now I am at a disadvantage.

Zhao Lin got the upper hand and made several consecutive attacks, forcing Zhou Ding to the corner of the field.

The legs swayed slightly, as if there were endless back moves, sealing the opponent's escape angle.

Next, with a shake of both arms, the strength was pushed to the two fists, and the violent fist made a series of ringing sounds in the air, and the two fists hit one after another.

Zhou Ding had no room to move around, so he braced himself and crossed his arms into a cross, blocking his chest.

With a "bang", Zhou Ding staggered back a few steps.

His face turned pale, and he knew he was out of bounds without looking at his feet.

Everyone looked at the hourglass in Liu Shengnian's hand...

The sand flowed less than halfway.

"Excellent, clean and neat!"

"Zhou Ding underestimated the enemy, otherwise he would not be defeated in three breaths."

"It's not that you underestimate the enemy, the rhythm is too slow, and you lose your momentum..."

The disciples whispered.

Xiang Shaofeng smiled casually, turned his head with a smile, and stretched out his hand.

Fei Bin took out a porcelain vase from his body and handed it to him reluctantly.

"Did you see it? This is the result of wanting to win and being afraid of losing!"

Yang Lin's face was expressionless, and his tone was stern: "A martial artist of my generation must have the aura to outshine me. It won't work if you always want to deal with your opponent and wait for the opportunity to find a loophole."

Zhou Ding's face was full of shame, it turned blue and white for a while.

Zhao Lin bowed slightly, "Accept." After speaking, he was about to return to the team.

"Brother Zhao, please stay."

Zhou Ding said suddenly.

Zhao Lin paused at his feet, and was taken aback for a moment before remembering that he had defeated Zhou Ding, the two exchanged rankings, and now he is No.30.

According to the rules of the inner court, Zhou Ding should call himself senior brother.

"Brother Zhou, what's the matter?" Zhao Lin didn't ask Dazhen to call him junior, but asked politely.

Zhou Ding turned his head to Liu Shengnian and said, "Teacher, I'm the last one now, so it's time for me to choose my opponent?"

Liu Shengnian nodded and said, "Not bad. Who are you challenging?"

Zhou Ding said without hesitation: "Zhao Lin!"

Zhao Lin didn't say much, and walked back into the circle.

Xiang Shaofeng, who was watching the battle, smiled and said to Fei Bin: "Would you like to gamble again?"

Fei Bin glanced at him sideways, "That's fine, I'll bet on Zhao Lin in this round."

He has already seen that Zhao Lin is amazingly powerful and has an advantage in this small field, and now it is different from before, Zhou Ding has become a challenger, and it may be difficult to win.

Xiang Shaofeng smiled "hehe", "Then it still won't come."

"One, two..."

Liu Shengnian drank softly, flipped his wrist, and turned the hourglass upside down, "Three!"

Zhou Ding didn't say anything, and kicked Zhao Lin's left hip with a strong wind.

When encountering a powerful opponent, the best way to break it is to attack its vital points or the bottom line.

This kick was exquisite, the position and size were just right, Zhao Lin didn't dare to neglect, he put one foot on the ground, raised the other leg, and blocked it with luck.

Zhou Ding's qi and blood were running with all his strength, and his palms rushed out. While Zhao Lin was not on his feet, his palms flew up, chopping left and right.

In terms of strength, he is not as good as Zhao Lin, but his blood is stronger.

Zhao Lin pushed forward with his arms around him, and performed a "hug the moon style". While defending, he slammed into the opponent's chest.

In front of the head of the academy and the instructor, it was inconvenient to use the ice zhenqi, so he fought with normal skills.

On the other hand, he also wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to fight to increase his actual combat experience, so he couldn't always rely on the true energy of ice.

Otherwise, if one day it is restrained by other exercises, it will be helpless.

The dust was flying, and the figures of the two flickered, and they exchanged more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.

Although the ranking could be kept by a tie, Zhao Lin didn't intend to do so, his fists and claws changed, and the offensive was like a tide, making Zhou Ding flustered.

Finally, at the sixth breath, Zhao Lin grabbed Zhou Ding's collarbone with one claw.

"Senior brother Zhao is brilliant, willing to bow down!"

Zhou Ding blushed, cupped his hands and said.

In the last defeat, he was still not convinced in his heart, but now he understands that he is indeed inferior to others.

"Although Zhou Ding lost this time, his performance was much better than last time."

Yang Lin's face softened a little, and he commented: "If you want to be this ruthless, even if you are weaker, you must do your best!"

After this battle, Zhao Lin walked back to the team and came to Zhou Ding's position just now, and Zhou Ding came to the end of the team.

Ranked 39th was Zhong Yewu. He walked into the field, first bowed his hands to the professor and the head of the hospital, and then said: "I challenge... Zhao Lin."

Yang Lin laughed, "Wheel racing is not good, you can ask him if he agrees."

(End of this chapter)