Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 237

On the ring ten feet long and six feet wide, Zhao Lin and Yi Rihao stood facing each other.

The two didn't know each other well, and they didn't have a good impression of each other. Naturally, they had nothing to say, and they simply didn't even report their names to each other.

Zhao Lin just clasped his fists casually, then raised his fists, signaling to the elder arbitrator.

In order to avoid delaying time, as long as one party in the ring raises a fist, it can start.

The elder arbitrator immediately shouted: "One, two...three!"

Zhao Lin stomped on the ring, his body was shot out like an arrow off the string, quickly closing the distance between the two, his fist was punched from the waist, and a move of "progressive hammer" hit Yi Rihao's chest.

The strength of the fist is as solid as it is, and its momentum is like rushing to thunder.

Yi Rihao had already calculated that Zhao Lin's strength was too much higher than his own, and it was not wise to rush to attack. He lightly dodged sideways to get out of the middle, and at the same time raised his arm to block the punch.

"What a lot of strength!"

Yi Rihao only felt a strong force coming from him, and his arm felt a sharp pain, and he took several steps back to relieve the force.

Zhao Lin took advantage of the momentum to catch up with him, shifted his weight to his right foot, and punched Yi Rihao in the upper middle and upper middle with a left fist and a right fist pierced through his armpit.

Yi Rihao didn't dare to touch it head-on, and jumped away.

Zhao Lin didn't stop on his feet, caught up and punched several times in a row. At the ninth moment, he made a forward punch, followed by a Yan Chaoshui, repeating the move he had just done.

Ok?
Yi Rihao was slightly taken aback, and then burst into joy.

It turns out that there are only a few tricks!

It seems that what Elder Gu said is correct, this person only cultivates boxing strength, the other exercises are common and ordinary, the strength of the fist is fierce, but it goes straight, lacks variety, and does not have the supplement of palm strength and leg skills.

Many people in the stands also believed that Zhao Lin had reached the blood level at the age of 20 and could punch more than [-] punches, which is already a genius among geniuses.

If he is proficient in many kinds of exercises and exquisite moves, is there any way for others to survive?
But he didn't know that Zhao Lin did it on purpose. What if he attacked Yi Rihao with all his strength as soon as he came up, and Yi Rihao couldn't fight back with a few moves.
He was determined to be ruthless, and naturally wanted to make the opponent think that he only knew a few superficial punches and kicks.

Yi Rihao was quite cautious and didn't rush to make a move. Seeing Zhao Lin repeating such a few moves, he began to think.

When Zhao Lin used Yan Chaoshui again, Yi Rihao frowned, and suddenly turned from defense to offense, and pointed to a knife, swung his palm to draw an arc of flames, and slashed straight to Zhao Lin's left rib.

"Finally hooked!"

Lie Yan Dao was the technique used by the five people in Tuza that day. Zhao Lin was very familiar with it. With a thought, he suddenly turned his body sideways, and blasted a Sky Frost Fist against Lie Yan Dao.

The wind and frost filled the fist, and instantly formed a white mist in the air.

"What kind of punch is this?"

Yi Rihao turned pale with fright, as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast for an instant, but it was too late to close the move at this time, so he could only hit head-on.

As soon as the fists and palms came into contact, the flame knife was suppressed until it disappeared. Yi Rihao felt a bone-chilling chill, had difficulty breathing, and fled back in fright.

Zhao Lin leaped with a tiger step, opened his five fingers, turned fists into claws, and grabbed the head with the three Yin claws, without giving the opponent a chance to breathe at all.

Yi Rihao was out of his wits, knowing that if he was caught, he might have his stomach ripped open, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and cross his fists to meet him.

With a muffled sound, Yi Rihao was beaten and knelt on the ground.

Zhao Lin leaned over and lowered his shoulders, and punched out with an uppercut.

In just the blink of an eye, the three-stage attack is linked together: the lion swings its head, the tiger pounces on its prey, and the leopard flicks its tail!
Yi Rihao felt a burst of despair, knowing that Zhao Lin must have a counter move, and if he blocked it, he would surely die. His heart sank, his left fist was shielded in front of his chest, and his right hand was desperately raised...

I would rather take a hard punch than admit defeat to save my life.

With a bang, Zhao Lin's fist hit Yi Rihao's chest.

The blood from Yi Rihao's mouth ran wildly, and his body flew into the air.

"stop!"

When the elder arbitrator called to stop, Zhao Lin had already come to Yi Rihao's side. Hearing this, he stopped immediately and slowly withdrew his fist.

"It's your fate!"

Yi Rihao finally raised his palm before losing consciousness.

The Weiz disciple under the ring caught Yi Rihao with quick eyes and quick hands, and was surprised to find that his body was cold and there was no warmth in his body.

"How are you doing?"

Yi Rihao's teeth chattered and he couldn't speak a word.

Elder Gu walked over with a sullen face, took out a elixir for Yi Rihao to take, and pressed his palm on his chest, infusing vitality to heal his wounds.

After a while, Yi Rihao opened his eyes with difficulty.

Elder Gu breathed a sigh of relief, the disciple's life was finally saved, but his ribs were broken and his meridians were seriously injured, it would take at least a few months to recover.

"What a scheming!"

Elder Gu looked towards the ring, gritted his teeth and said.

Zhao Lin glanced at him, disapproving in his heart, he was just retaliation.

Everyone in the stands was stunned by Zhao Lin's actions, they didn't expect him to be so vicious.

"This is intentional to beat people to death!" Elder Gao Yun of Wushu gasped and said.

"Although each of the martial arts and courts has its own master, this attack is too ruthless." Said an elder with a long beard beside him.

"Anyway, Yi Rihao was seriously injured. Although he can advance to the next round, it seems that he can no longer fight. If anyone is in a group with him, it will be a big deal..."

There was silence in the stands of Wei Zi, the head and elders naturally knew why Zhao Lin was so cruel, it was because they held grudges in their hearts.

The head of the Raging Flame Sect said in a deep voice: "Send someone to notify all the disciples who are on the stage that they must be careful when they meet Basang and Zhao Lin."

After hesitating for a while, he continued, "If you're not sure, just... admit defeat!"

When Elder Mai heard this, he said unwillingly, "Should we just suffer from this dumbness? Since he dared to hurt our disciple, we will take revenge!"

"Even if he can't be dealt with, isn't there someone else? Da Yue's disciples are not all so powerful, right?"

The head of Raging Flame Sect shook his head and said: "No, Huo Shan's matter has caused public outrage, it's not up to me, just bear with it for a while."

"Besides, Wuche has a Basang..."

Elder Mai moved his mouth when he heard the words, but didn't say anything else.

Not long after, the nine arenas ended their competition one after another, and the remaining groups continued.

Perhaps because Zhao Lin was intimidated, No.2 in the same group as Basang and Borta gave up the challenge, and they went directly to the second round without even being in the ring.

Zhao Lin originally wanted to observe the skills of these two rivals, but he had no choice but to give up when he saw this.

Near noon, the first round of group battles ended, and without any surprise, the top sixteen disciples in boxing strength all passed the test.

This round of Dayue's record is not bad, especially Xingyunzong, thanks to Yang Lin's seven-breath battle training, none of the disciples are stage fright, they make decisive moves and are full of momentum.

Seven disciples of Xingyunzong advanced to the second round, and the disciples who did not qualify also won one or two games in the group, adding to the record of Da Viet.

After a short break, the second round continued.

(End of this chapter)