Global martial arts masters: an ordinary duo

Chapter 90 Mo Wu wins

on the ring.

Fang Wenxiang relied on his strong Qi and blood in the middle of the second rank to beat Fu Changding back repeatedly.

Fu Changding was extremely aggrieved at the moment.

This Fang Wenxiang was so powerful that he had at least 80 calories per punch. He was hit so hard that he had no power to fight back and could only block.

After a while, Fu Changding, who was struggling to hold on, was caught by Fang Wenxiang and knocked his spear away with a punch.

Fu Changding was extremely angry. Although he was learning marksmanship from Luo Yichuan, his upper limbs had not been fully tempered and he was not able to use the marksmanship freely enough.

Before learning the marksmanship, he had been using his leg skills. When the spear was knocked away, he directly used his leg skills to meet the enemy.

Even before he took the stage, he went to the logistics department to change into a pair of alloy combat boots, considering that the spear was in danger of being blown away.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the center of the ring, the two figures were in constant contact, and as their fists and kicks connected, the sounds of collisions echoed in the gym.

The two of them refused to give in to each other, just like this, you punched and I kicked each other constantly.

Watching the two men fighting with fists to the flesh, Fang Ping in the background couldn't help but exclaimed: "Doesn't it hurt when Fu Changding fights like this?"

"Look at his face." Chen Fan joked, "It's as red as a monkey's butt. Can it not hurt?"

Tang Songting said with a smile: "Chen Fan defeated five, Fang Ping defeated three. It's his turn, Fu Changding, to come on stage. If he can't defeat any of them, he won't be able to bear it.

With so many spectators watching, this guy needs to save face. Even if his leg is broken this time, he will not admit defeat. "

Yang Xiaoman was speechless and said: "Does Fu Changding have no brains? Why is he just like Fang Ping, he only knows how to fight hard, and he can't absorb pills quickly."

"What do you mean you can only fight hard like me? Let me tell you, I have absolute strength."

Fang Ping responded angrily, how could this woman know how to slander him?

While everyone was chatting, the battle on the stage also heated up.

Regardless of the fact that Fu Changding did not join the main team of Mowu, this does not mean that he is weak, but that he is unwilling to compete head-on with girls.

When school started, he, Chen Fan, and Fang Ping were known as the Three Heroes of Magic and Martial Arts, and they dominated other martial arts freshmen.

During the special training in November, I took several beauties with me on a mission and performed very well. I scored more mission points than Zhao Lei and Yang Xiaoman.

How could such a person be weak?

It can only be said that he is a little unlucky, as there are 6 Mowu freshmen in the top five.

Fortunately, there is not much difference between the Qi and blood of the first level [-] and the middle of the second level. Even if the two of them did not burst out their Qi and blood later, after fighting for more than ten moves, Fang Wenxiang still ran out of Qi and blood first.

At the beginning, Fang Wenxiang's two killer moves consumed more energy and blood than Fu Changding, and he failed to gain an absolute advantage.

After the referee announced that Fu Changding had won, he did not choose to continue and moved arrogantly towards Mowu step by step.

In just a few tens of meters, Fu Changding moved for a few minutes.

"It's just Jingwu, not worth mentioning!"

"It's such a small distance and you've been walking for such a long time. You won't be lame, right?"

"Old man, does your face hurt? Why do I think your face is a little swollen?"

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Fu Changding said firmly: "These are just minor injuries. Just win."

"Then" Fang Ping suddenly said coquettishly: "Then what Teacher Tang said before, if you win, you will be rewarded with a second-grade Qi and Blood Pill, so just give it to me."

"Ah!" Fu Changding screamed, fell towards Fang Ping, pinched his neck, and said angrily: "Fang Laohei, you actually want to be rewarded for being sick!"

Ignoring Fu Changding's wails, Fang Ping carried him to the medical room.

Although it looks like a superficial injury, it is better to treat it early to avoid leaving hidden injuries.

On the other side of the arena, Zhang Zhenguang from Kyoto Wuhan University looked a bit tragic.

He was the only one left in Kyoto Wuhan University at the moment, while there were three people in Mowu, including a strong man like Chen Fan.

Before going on stage, Jingwu's instructor comforted him: "Don't put too much pressure on me, just show your own style."

"Yes." Zhang Zhenguang nodded fiercely and said solemnly: "I will fight until the last moment and will not embarrass Jingwu!"

After that, he walked towards the ring.

On Mowu's side, Chen Fan looked at Tang Songting and warned: "Don't get hurt, just consume his blood. We still have two people here."

Tang Songting nodded and walked towards the ring.

"Kingto Wuhan University, Zhang Zhenguang!"

"Modu Wuhan University, Tang Songting!" The two of them saluted briefly, while Tang Songting stared at the opponent in front of him.

Although Chen Fan told him to be careful not to get hurt, as long as Zhang Zhenguang's energy and blood were consumed, there was no need to pursue victory.

But he is not willing to give in. Fu Changding is not willing to be Mowu's No. 1 loser in the game, and neither is he!
After the referee announced the start, Tang Songting went straight to Zhang Zhenguang.

Seeing that Tang Songting wanted to fight in close combat, Zhang Zhenguang was not afraid at all. Close combat was his strength.

The next moment, Tang Songting's fist hit Zhang Zhenguang directly in the face.

Zhang Zhenguang's upper body did not move, and his right leg landed forward. At the same time, his arms moved from the inside to the outside and the fists were collected at the waist, and then the two punches were punched from the bottom to the front.

His punch was very fast and he hit Tang Songting in the abdomen first.

Suffering a heavy blow to the abdomen, Tang Songting's punch speed slowed down. At this time, his right fist was less than ten centimeters away from Zhang Zhenguang's head.

The energy and blood attached to the fist had dissipated under the heavy blow just now.

At this time, Tang Songting suddenly held Zhang Zhenguang's head, and his own head came up to meet him.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

Next, both men staggered apart.

The lower third-grade warriors had not tempered their skulls. At this moment, both of them were dizzy and their foreheads were covered with blood.

Liu Huarong laughed and said: "It turns out that Mo Wu is really good at Iron Head Kung Fu, but it's not Zhao Lei, but Tang Songting."

Chen Xueyan said coldly: "True or false, everyone is hiding their cards."

While the two were explaining, the game was still going on.

Maybe Tang Songting was really stubborn. As soon as he regained consciousness, he rushed towards Zhang Zhenguang again.

As soon as Zhang Zhenguang recovered, he discovered that Tang Songting's fist was already in front of him.

He also worked hard and directly caught the punch with his left shoulder, and then hit Tang Songting's right arm with his right fist.

With a "Bang!", Zhang Zhenguang's shoulder was dislocated, and Tang Songting's right arm was also broken.

Holding back the severe pain, Tang Songting kicked Zhang Zhenguang in the waist.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Zhenguang couldn't help but curse. He was obviously the last person in Jingwu, and there were two people behind Tang Songting. Why did he act like the other way around? It was Tang Songting who was looking for him desperately.

He also became fierce and instead of blocking, he punched Tang Songting in the chest.

A muffled sound of "Bang!" sounded again.

Both of them fell to the ground, lacking the strength to stand up again.

Jingwu's team has been wiped out, and Mowu's two contestants are still not on the field. The referee directly announced the result.

"Devil's martial arts victory!"

After the results were announced, a medical team immediately came on stage and carried both of them off.

Liu Huarong was a little speechless, and after a while he said: "It seems there is no suspense, the final champion this time should be Mowu.

Today, the main players of Jingwu were seriously injured. Even if it is the day after tomorrow, most of them will not be able to play.

The main players of the Wuhan University Alliance also suffered serious injuries in the game against the Eight-School Alliance.

However, Jingwu still has Li Ran, and she should be able to play tomorrow. In this exchange competition, Mowu is probably first, Jingwu is second, Wuhan University is third, and the Eight-School Alliance is fourth. "

"I didn't expect that the results of the five-day competition would be revealed on the third day."

Liu Huarong sighed with emotion. This competition was too brutal. With all parties fighting with all their strength, the result was determined in advance.

Medical room.

Looking at Tang Songting lying on the hospital bed with gauze all over his body, Chen Fan sighed: "Why bother?"

Tang Songting grinned and said: "Fu Changding didn't lose, how could I lose!"

Yes, a draw does not count as a loss. At this moment, Tang Songting was feeling pain and happiness.

On the other bed, Fu Changding, who was covered in bandages, heard this and shouted: "Chow Chow, you got down lying down, Master Fu, I got down, but am I much better than you?"

At this time, Fang Ping suddenly interrupted: "What's there to argue about? Aren't the two of you lying down now?"

After saying that, he walked up to the two of them and wandered around.

Fu Changding and Tang Songting were so angry that they wanted to get up from the bed and beat Fang Ping.

(End of this chapter)