Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 245

Standing on the ring, Zhao Lin didn't feel nervous, but everyone in Dayue who watched the battle, especially the elders of Xingyun Sect, were already sweating from their palms.

If someone told them before the martial arts competition that two disciples of Xingyunzong would enter the top sixteen and one of them would enter the top eight, they would definitely be satisfied.

But when this day really comes, I hope to go one step further.

Both Zhao Lin and Mu Heli were tall and burly, with broad shoulders and long legs. When they stood on the ring, if it weren't for the different colors of the exercise uniforms on their bodies, they wouldn't be able to tell who they were at first glance.

Mu Heli cupped his fists, suddenly grinned, and said without thinking: "It's a coincidence, this is my Wushu vs. Dayue, and the next one will be the same."

In the end, when Borta confronted He Liancheng, Zhao Lin didn't know why he brought this up, so he didn't answer, and just cupped his hands, "That's a coincidence."

Mu Heli said again: "I know your goal is to defeat Borta, but pass me first!"

"it is good!"

Zhao Lin stopped talking and raised his fist to signal the beginning of the competition.

Seeing this, Elder Ruan said loudly: "Get in place, one, two, three!"

As soon as the word "three" was uttered, Zhao Lin and Mu Heli rushed towards each other at the same time.

Before he could get close, Mu Heli suddenly turned around and raised his leg, and kicked a whip kick, with his toes stretched straight and fierce.

He knew that he was not as powerful as Zhao Lin, so he wanted to use this to seize the opportunity.

This is a smart opponent!

A thought came to Zhao Lin's mind, and he didn't dodge immediately, he raised his arm to block it.

boom!
Zhao Lin swayed his upper body, and before he could stabilize his figure, he stepped forward and punched.

Mu Heli withdrew his leg quickly, ignored the punch, stood still, and swept his leg fiercely towards Zhao Lin's left side.

A lose-lose style of play!
Zhao Lin's heart was shocked. If he didn't stop his punch, he would definitely hit the opponent first, but he would definitely hit the opponent's leg as well.

What basis does he have to dare to do this?
Before he could think about it, Zhao Lin turned his fist and met the opponent's flying kick, and was shocked to take two steps back.

Mu Heli gained momentum with one move, and immediately followed up with a slashing palm, a look of complacency flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Lin opened his hands and saw the sneer at the corner of the opponent's mouth, and suddenly understood.

Muheli mentioned at the beginning that if he wanted to fight Borta, he had to pass his level first.

Borta is strong, and he must maintain enough physical strength, let alone get injured, otherwise even if he wins this game, he will not be able to beat Borta in the next game.

It was precisely because of this that Mu Heli was able to fight himself with confidence.

"It turned out to be a wishful thinking, using the next game to gain an advantage in this game!"

Several elders in the Da Yue stand also thought about it, Elder Jin Shi snorted coldly, "Is Wu Shu playing with us?"

Yang Lin said in a deep voice: "The lower horse is against the upper horse, of course they are not at a loss."

"This...we have analyzed the tactics for a long time, but we didn't expect this level."

"Don't worry, Zhao Lin should be able to handle it..."

Suddenly, the two of them fought for seven or eight rounds in the arena. Mu Heli repeated his old trick, ignoring Zhao Lin's claws on his shoulder, and punched Zhao Lin in the chest.

Zhao Lin sneered in his heart, did he really think he didn't dare to fight recklessly?

This time he didn't flinch again, his posture remained the same, and his five claws clawed out like lightning.

Mu Heli was taken aback, he didn't expect Zhao Lin to dare to fight him head on, but a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth immediately.

He has practiced Exercise Boxing for more than ten years, insisting on grinding his outer skin, muscles and bones every day, and his ability to resist blows is extremely strong. Even if he gets a claw first, he is confident that he can give Zhao Lin a heavy blow, and he will recover faster.

Thinking of this, he kept fisting and gathered his remaining strength to protect his body.

But soon he stopped laughing.

Zhao Lin's claws were cold and cloudy, and before they touched his body, he felt a chill, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his skin instantly.

puff!
Zhao Lin grabbed the Zhongmu Heli, releasing the icy air.

Exercise boxing is one of the rare exercises that can cultivate energy without strength, and there is no problem of mutual generation and mutual restraint, but it can't withstand the cold and true energy, and it dies in an instant.

Mu Heli only felt the icy cold air penetrating into his body, his shoulders hurt sharply, his body trembled, and the punch he punched became weak and lightly touched Zhao Lin's chest.

Zhao Lin had expected this result earlier, and at the same time he caught the opponent, he threw out a Shi Xiaoquan.

Mu Heli "Deng Deng Deng" retreated more than ten steps in a row, swayed a bit, and managed not to fall down.

Seeing that the opponent was so resistant to fighting, Zhao Lin stomped on his feet, and rushed towards him as swiftly as a leopard.

Facing the stormy attack, Mu Heli held on for several rounds, and finally fell to the ground.

"Win!"

"Zhao Lin won..."

The disciples of Dayue cheered and shook their fists vigorously. Yang Lin, Lu Chaohuan and others also stood up excitedly, looking at each other with beaming brows.

There was silence in the Wushu stand, Elder Gao Yun sighed, "If I'm not mistaken, the move just now was the Three Yin Claws. No one has used Dayue's technique for a long time..."

Another elder also looked awe-inspiring, and glanced at Borta who was about to compete on stage, "Unexpectedly, this Zhao Lin actually practiced dual-attribute exercises!"

Borta also realized this, and looked at Zhao Lin with a little more solemn gaze.

In fact, Zhao Lin had used Tianshuang Fist against Yi Rihao during the group battle.

But at that time, nine arenas were playing at the same time, and everyone in Wushu was concerned about the performance of their own disciples, so they didn't notice.

"It turns out he didn't try his best yesterday!"

In the Xiuzhao stands, Jiang Pu shook his head lightly, and then felt relieved.

When he lost to Zhao Lin yesterday, he was still unwilling. After watching the competition just now, he realized that the gap between himself and Zhao Lin was not as he thought.

In the third game, He Liancheng played against Borta.

He Liancheng's strength is far inferior to Borta's, but the metal energy is invincible, except for the energy of the fire attribute, the energy of any other attribute cannot directly steal its front.

When fighting, Borta also had to avoid its edge.

He Liancheng's attack was sharp as soon as he came up, his strength turned into a scimitar attached to his arm, cutting horizontally and vertically, aggressive.

Coupled with his swiftness and dexterity, he fought for more than ten rounds without losing the wind.

Borta gradually became restless. Basang and Zhao Lin both won within [-] strokes in the first two rounds. His goal is to win the championship. How can he be inferior to them?
Besides, if the fight continues like this, the strength will be consumed too much, and if you fight against Zhao Lin later, you will suffer a loss.

The opponent must be dealt with immediately!

Thinking of this, he stomped his feet violently, activated the Body Gathering Technique, came to He Liancheng in an instant, and punched out a Heavy Mountain Fist.

He Liancheng had been on guard against this move for a long time, and at the same time his body flew back, he slashed back with his palm.

Borta smiled coldly, took a step forward, and shook his body. Dozens of earthy energy overflowed from his mountainous body, forming an armor like a wall like sand.

chap!
He Liancheng's palm slashed on Borta's armor, making a sound like a knife scraping sand.

boom!
Boerta sent He Liancheng flying with one punch, and landed below the ring.

(End of this chapter)