The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 227: Eight punches show their power without any injuries, ordinary people don't know the victory or defeat is already decided

Tournament ring.

"...Start now!"

As soon as Xue Hong finished speaking, he was already in front of Qin Zhiming.

The body sinks and the force comes from the ground.

It starts from the feet, spreads to the legs, is controlled by the waist, and operates at the elbows.

The left fist goes up in the air, and the left elbow strikes the abdomen.

Head-on!
Bang!
The moment his elbow hit Qin Zhiming's abdomen, Xue Hong rose up with a grin.

His left elbow suddenly raised up and hit Qin Zhiming's jaw.

Bang!
Seeing that Qin Zhiming didn't shake at all, Xue Hong frowned and took a few steps back.

"You have a good physique. You are in the Bone Training Realm and took two of my attacks without any injury. Is this your reliance as a Tiandeng disciple?"

Qin Zhiming felt the attack just now and looked at Xue Hong:

"Interesting, he hit me twice, but it felt like he hit me four times."

Xue Hong did not explain. He took a deep breath and four strong arms appeared behind him.

The four arms slowly moved forward and overlapped with Xue Hong's outstretched arms.

The next moment, Xue Hong rushed towards Qin Zhiming like an arrow.

Bang bang bang! ! !
The muffled sound continued like a war drum.

The two people on the arena turned into two lines of different colors, interweaving and shuttling back and forth.

A violent gale swept around.

hum!
The white jade fence glowed faintly, and the strong wind that touched the halo disappeared instantly.

Qin Zhiming turned his head and stretched out his hands to grab the attacking left fist.

He suddenly turned around, ignoring the hit on his back by Xue Hong's left fist, and used his shoulder as a fulcrum to throw Xue Hong to the ground.

boom! ! !
boom! ! !
After two thunderous noises.

Qin Zhiming withdrew his left foot that had not hit the opponent's head, and shifted his gaze to Xue Hong who had just dodged the attack by rolling.

"Look at you, you tricked me into going to the arena, but this is all you can do.

It's not as powerful as the black stone under my feet."

Qin Zhiming rubbed the black stone with his feet. It looked like an ordinary stone, but it could actually withstand the force of the fight between the two.

Is this also a method used by the Immortal Sect?
Seeing Qin Zhiming ignoring him, Xue Hong chuckled.

Instantly, Qin Zhiming's body made a series of muffled sounds.

Qin Zhiming took a few steps back and stopped.

"Eight delayed attacks?"

Xue Hong retracted his smile.

Isn’t this kid’s physique too exaggerated?
Even after being hit by Yae's punch, he was still unharmed.

"Have you practiced marrow?"

Qin Zhiming smiled and shook his head.

"If I practiced marrow training, would you be able to survive until now?"

At this moment Xue Hong finally understood that it was not Qin Zhiming who was fooled, but himself.

From the beginning, he wanted to compete with me in the arena.

In other words, he had known for a long time that his group had been targeting him.

"Who told you this? Someone from the lecture hall or the martial arts hall?"

"Neither. The Dao rules clearly forbid them from interfering in the affairs of disciples, and they dare not violate the Dao rules.

I thought I could see how great you are.

I didn't expect you to be so weak."

"What a loud tone."

Xue Hong gritted his teeth.

At this time, he saw several people standing around the arena.

Those were disciples who heard the noise and came here.

One of the disciples was from his own faction.

When the disciple saw the scene, he immediately turned around and left.

Xue Hong understood that he was going to inform Guo Mingrui.

Things have come to this point, there is no way back, we might as well go all the way!

Xue Hong took a deep breath, and his spirit reappeared.

Qin Zhiming got ready.

Although Xue Hong's attacks could not hurt him, his strength was comparable to Hong Jinlu's.

In terms of the use of courage, Hong Jinlu is not even as good as him.

Qin Zhiming's internal energy can break the internal energy in the spirit, causing the spirit to collapse and disintegrate.

Xue Hong noticed this when the two of them fought for the first time.

But for some reason, except for the first time it affected his spirit.

His own internal energy no longer had any effect on him.

As Qin Zhiming was thinking, Xue Hong's spirit merged. The four arms merged one by one, and stretched out their arms.

Every time one merges, the arms expand a circle.

By the time all four arms were integrated, the length and width of Xue Hong's arms had exceeded his torso.

Just as Xue Hong was about to attack.

"Xue Hong! Admit defeat!"

Xue Hong turned his head at the sound and his eyes suddenly widened.

In a short period of time, the number of disciples outside the arena increased by more than a dozen.

Guo Mingrui is one of them.

He crossed his arms with an expressionless face and looked Qin Zhiming up and down.

"You can't beat him, just admit defeat."

"I'm sorry, Brother Guo!
I don’t want to eat your “leftovers” anymore!

This time, I want to fight on my own!"

Hearing Xue Hong's words, Guo Mingrui sighed.

At the same time, a disciple who was watching the competition turned around and left without hesitation.

The two disciples behind him looked at each other and hurried to catch up.

They were a little puzzled, as this person clearly wanted to see how the new Tiandeng disciple would deal with Eight Punches Xue Hong.

Why are you leaving after just one look?
The leader was about twenty years old, energetic and imposing.

He was wearing a white robe and holding a paper fan with four large and elegant characters written on it.

"Peace of mind and tranquility."

“No need to look, the winner has already been decided.

Xue Hong is as stupid as the two of you. He didn't even notice a knife was put to his neck.

But this new disciple is really interesting."

Seeing that the two people beside him didn't understand, Chu Ge started to explain.

"As both of us are Tiandeng disciples, how does the guy on the stage compare to you, Brother Chu?"

"When I was training in the Bone Realm, my physique was not as good as his, but my mind..."

When Chu Ge said this, he happened to pass by Guo Mingrui.

He suddenly stopped, glanced at Guo Mingrui, smiled contemptuously, and disappeared into the sea of ​​trees.

The shrill laughter did not anger Guo Mingrui.

Even if he was angered, he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction to Chu Ge.

Even his sister, who was an A-grade disciple, would retreat away when she saw Chu Ge.

I am just a second-grade disciple, so what if he laughs at me a few times?

Rather, the situation on the arena is more worthy of my attention.

He and Chu Ge have different ways of judging victory or defeat.

Guo Mingrui thinks Xue Hong is not as good as Qin Zhiming for two reasons.

First, he had already found out the truth from the younger brother who had received Zhu Rufeng's letter earlier.

This is obviously a setup aimed at their own forces.

Unexpectedly, Xue Hong, who was filled with greed, really joined the game.

Since Qin Zhiming dares to make the move, he must be confident of winning.

The second point is that up to now, Qin Zhiming has not shown the special qualities of disciples like Tian Lu.

Although his physique is very strong, and the physique of the bone training stage is stronger than that of the marrow training stage, that can only make him be rated as a Class A disciple.

As a disciple of Tiandeng, he must have astonishing abilities.

This ability will most likely directly affect the outcome of his fights with others.

Maybe, this is his certainty of victory.

Unlike someone's ability, which requires specific conditions to be exerted.

Thinking of this, Guo Mingrui looked at Sikong Wan who was staring at the arena not far away.

At this time, on the competition stage.

Qin Zhiming retracted his stance and sighed.

“Alas, I thought you were just showing weakness.

At the moment, you really can’t see that thing, can you?”

"You're playing tricks on me, trying to deceive me with words?"

Xue Hong frowned and rushed out suddenly.

In an instant, in the astonished eyes of many disciples.

Qin Zhiming slowly turned sideways, and Xue Hong passed by him. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

"Hahahahaha, it's almost touching your eyeballs, haven't you noticed yet?

If you don’t lose, who will lose? "

Outside the white jade fence, Sikong Wan laughed loudly.

(End of this chapter)