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Chapter 562 The So-called Fight

"Oh my god! How despicable! He actually started accumulating power just one second before the bell rang. Oh, damn, Drais... Drais managed to hold on. Well, let's see if there's a counterattack. Is there any... beautiful!"

Feng Xue didn't hear a word of the commentator's spitting commentary. He believed his own eyes more than those superficial and noisy words.

At this moment, the fight between the two muscular men on the ring far exceeded his previous imagination. It was not that their fighting power was exaggerated, but their ruthlessness far exceeded Feng Xue's understanding of exhibition matches.

He used the reinforced structure to increase his strength and speed without any scruples. He attacked without holding back or avoiding vital points. The fist-to-flesh combat was filled with a lot of practical and violent structures such as explosions, collapses, and crushes. The two strong men faced this lethal level of structural infusion, but they all resisted it with their seemingly extraordinarily strong bodies.

The blood spurted, making people's blood boil. The audience in the venue exclaimed from time to time. The extreme violent bombardment had a peculiar charm like a Hollywood-style tough guy showdown. It was the purest violence that did not require any foundation and could be seen clearly.

But as the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the details. In Feng Xue's eyes, this "round-based" battle, like the "hehe haha" in the old Hong Kong movies, is filled with many details.

The fact that the flesh can withstand the essence of the structure cannot be explained simply by strength. Without a doubt, this is a collision of will and belief. Because they firmly believe that nothing will happen and that they can withstand it, this belief allows their bodies to gain extraordinary structural immunity.

But this kind of immunity is not invincible. Even full immunity can only neutralize the impact from the structure. After the structure, the collision of the purest power will still cause damage. However, it is the courage and will to face this damage head-on that can give birth to a higher immunity. Higher immunity itself also means having the belief to use a stronger structure.

So what is happening before our eyes is not a scripted exhibition match, but a fierce competition like "cutting flesh to accompany wine".

Both sides are trying their best to use their most powerful structures and technologies to attack each other, and they must also take on all of the opponent's attacks without reservation. This battle is not about who kills the opponent first, but about who is more determined, because with every attack taken, it means that their own attack power will increase, and every attack that fails to knock down the enemy will make the opponent's next attack stronger.

In this upward spiral, the will and faith of both parties are rapidly improving, and correspondingly, the burden on their bodies will also increase synchronously.

The game will end when this improvement exceeds a certain critical point, when one party has the thought "I can't take this blow", and other than that, it will only end when someone's body can no longer withstand more damage.

It was not a fake match, or it was impossible for a fake match to exist, because in such a battle, as long as one party did not go all out, then the next moment, he would be smashed to pieces in the horrific bombardment.

When Feng Xue realized the nature of this fight, he suddenly felt relieved, because he realized that there was no need to regard it as a "fighting skill". On the contrary, it was actually a means of tempering his will.

He had been resistant before because this way of fighting went against all the fighting habits he had accumulated. It was like someone who had studied biology for half his life was suddenly told that all his studies were wrong and were based on false conclusions from an academic fraud, and that he had to start all over again. It would be difficult for anyone to accept this.

But if you just think of it as a training method to improve basic qualities through stances, routines, etc., then everything becomes reasonable.

The purpose of practicing routines is not to let you use routines to fight, but to let you get used to the connection between moves and be able to complete the transformation of actions as quickly as possible, just like copying a word you already know how to write hundreds of times is not to let you learn how to write the word, but to let you be able to write it as quickly as possible the moment you think of the word.

After figuring this out, the doubts, resistance, and hesitation that had been piling up in his heart were instantly swept away. Feng Xue no longer just perfunctorily followed the rules in training. Instead, he diverted some of his energy from visualizing the microcosm and recreating the power of the God of Poor to focus on the exercises given by the instructor.

Although his physical transformation is almost complete in reality, this kind of defense itself does not conflict with physical transformation. On the contrary, it is precisely because of the physical transformation that he has a basic panel far superior to his original physical body. After learning this set of techniques, the bonus he will get will only be greater. …

"So strong! So strong! The evil beast once again perfectly took on Ranbao's ultimate move. Oh, it's going to fight back. Could it be that one? Oh! The evil beast has already made its stance! Yes, it's that one! Can Ranbao take it?"

Amid the noisy commentary, the audience cheered and screamed like waves. Their voices gathered on the field and slowly turned into rhythmic shouts.

"Meteor!"

"Meteor!"

"Meteor!"

The fanatical atmosphere was like waves, and in the center of this vortex, a player named Ranbao, wearing a red mask on his head, was staring at his opponent with a serious face. His body was slightly hunched, his arms were outstretched, his legs were bent, his abdomen was tightened, and he even held his breath.

"Next! I can definitely take it!"

Although he was in pain all over his body, it was not his first day on the ring and he was already accustomed to this kind of pain. Looking at the lopsided bet on the big screen in the distance, he clenched his teeth and prepared himself to withstand this legendary blow.

Then, he saw the light!

Just like a bright meteor falling to the earth, that incomparable moment of brilliance bursts out with incomparably powerful brilliance and splendor.

The even force penetrated every part of his body. There was no defense and no room for unloading the force. The extremely pure force washed away every inch of muscle. Almost in an instant, Baoran felt as if he had lost the perception of his body.

boom!
This illusion lasted only a moment, and was followed by unbearable pain from behind.

Ranbao, who had rich experience, knew very well what this meant. In the pain that felt like an electric shock, he slowly slid down from the outer protective wall.

"Evil beast!"

"Evil beast!"

"Evil beast!"

The noisy and unified cheers from the audience filled the entire venue. The contestant standing on the ring, who was still swinging his fists, relaxed his body. The head with the beast mask was raised proudly, accompanied by arms opened as if cheering for victory. The shouts for the game to begin were suddenly deafening!
(End of this chapter)