Desperate Night.

Chapter 292 Chapter 292

The first battle resolved the issue, and soon, the second round of screening began, in which all the winners of the Gold and Jade classes continued to compete to determine the top three.

In the first round, Guo Shangdong was kicked in the abdomen by a pitiful-looking female disciple and had no choice but to admit defeat.

After coming down, he kept saying that he was bewitched by the other person because she was so beautiful that he fell into an illusion.

He said that the other party's magic was too powerful, which scared him and made him unable to move. After a while, he ran to find the girl and asked for her contact information.

Yu Hong was naturally speechless.

After a few boring fights, Yu Hong took the field for the second time, trying to slow down and wait until the opponent was ready before taking action.

But he was still criticized for sneak attack because even if he slowed down, he was still much faster than his opponent. He ran behind his opponent and kicked him, ending the fight in an instant. It was totally unwatchable.

"You're going a little too fast." When they came down, Guo Shangdong couldn't help but finally spoke.

"My muscles are dead, and the speed of my explosion is also dead. It won't work." Yu Hong shook his head and sighed.

"Ah? At this speed, there are people who are dead or alive?" Guo Shangdong had a strange expression.

Xun Yang, who was standing beside Yu Mo not far away, also lowered his head and couldn't help shrugging his shoulders a few times, as if he was laughing.

Obviously she heard the conversation here too.

Then he was stopped by Yu Mo after laughing a few times. Yu Mo looked at Yu Hong, but his expression remained unchanged and he looked quite calm.

The rankings of the Jinyu class were quickly determined.

Yu Hong deservedly ranked first because he ended the battle the fastest and won every game.

After that comes Dingzhong and Dingyun.

Dingzhong was the man who fought him at the beginning, also a muscular man. Dingyun was a girl with short hair who looked boyish, and her every move and punch had a vigorous military aura.

"Next, after the ranking of the Gold and Jade class is determined, the top three will begin to challenge the four Dao Seeds of the Dao Seed class one after another. Starting with the fourth Dao Seed, Zhenghong, do you three want to challenge?"

"Yes." Yu Hong nodded decisively.

He had long wanted to see in person how strong the Dao Zhong class, which were elite Dao veins trained from a young age, were.

After all, this is a world that can suppress the black disaster and prevent it from erupting. In this respect, it may be much stronger than Yiyi's.

Therefore, he was also very curious about the strength of these elites.

After the battle is confirmed, it is halftime.

Taoist Yumo and the other two also began to discuss in a low voice.

"This Ding Rou must be a good fighter who has practiced martial arts. Plus, he's strong enough, so he's quite powerful when he starts fighting. He'll have the advantage in a simple fight." Yu Mo whispered.

“But being good at fighting alone is not enough. You also need to display the spirit of the Seven Feather Fist and your willpower. Otherwise, if you encounter evil spirits and resentful traces, no matter how good you are at fighting, you may be possessed and turned into a puppet.” Taoist Yufang on the side shook his head slightly.

"That's true. Moreover, Zhenghong from the Daozhong class has also received special training and has strong physical fitness. He has also participated in actual combat to remove the grudge marks. When he fights, he is not on the same level as the others. Dingrou should lose quickly this time." Taoist Yu Zhong analyzed.

"Indeed, a fight is not just a simple brawl. It also depends on how well you master the Seven Feather Fist. If you don't master it well, you will be distracted and feel fear before you even throw a punch. By then, you can only exert half of your full strength at best." Yu Mo nodded in agreement.

He felt that he was not mistaken. Yu Hong was just lucky at the beginning and had a good timing for the sneak attack. His muscles were indeed dead muscles. They were absolutely powerful, but not flexible enough. As long as he met an opponent who was flexible enough, his disadvantages would be exposed.

On the other side, three people from the Daozhong class were also discussing in a low voice.

"This Dingrou is indeed quite capable. I wonder if Zhenghong can win the battle as quickly as he did in the past." A female disciple whispered.

"Don't worry. Even though Dingrou's muscles are big, they are all stiff flesh. His straight-line force is very strong, but with a little guidance and change, his weaknesses will be exposed. With Zhenghong's strength, he only needs to dodge slightly to easily defeat him." Zhengming, as the current number one in the Daozhong class, naturally gave his comments.

"That's right."

"Senior Brother has a sharp eye. He can see the biggest gap between the two people at a glance." The other two agreed.

At this time, Yu Hong and Zheng Hong on the other side had already started to enter the venue.

Taoist Zhenghong has a well-proportioned figure, clear muscle lines, and light and powerful steps. His temperament is as clear and lofty as that of mountain streams, which makes people like him at first sight.

Yu Hong, on the other hand, is a two-meter-tall burly guy, his Taoist robe stretched tightly by his muscles. His face is not as handsome as the one opposite him, with a freshly shaved head and a face full of flesh, giving him a suffocating feeling of a raw devil muscle man.

The two men stood in confrontation positions and waited for the Taoist priest's pre-war introduction.

"In fact, it's useless to spend so much time and energy in the gym to train muscles like you do." Zhenghong looked at Yu Hong and said lightly.

"Like us, we study hard and practice every day, using the integrated standing practice to train all the large and small muscle groups in the body, and have flexible steps, so that we can have the room to create distance. With distance, we can accelerate and explode with greater destructive power. It happens that everyone is here today, and the teacher also asked me to demonstrate to everyone in the Jinyu class the real training and fighting methods of the Seven Feathers Fist."

"." Yu Hong.

Seeing that Yu Hong didn't respond, he paused and continued.

"Looking at your previous moves, you were very straight forward and fast, but lacked agility and the agility of a flying bird spreading its wings and circling. If you don't believe me, let's try it now."

He waved at Yu Hong. "The gap between us is actually much bigger than you think. So, to show the level, I will stand here, and you punch me with all your strength. Do you believe that after I neutralize the punch, I can easily knock you away?"

"This...isn't it too dangerous?" Yu Hong hesitated to speak.

"Don't worry, not to mention you beginners. I used to be so bored that I went to a nearby boxing gym and met a provincial champion from 09. I asked him to punch me with all his strength, and he agreed. But when he punched, I caught him with one hand and intercepted him in mid-air, so he couldn't even finish a punch." Zhenghong said confidently.

"After more than ten punches, he was convinced. He knelt down and said he wanted to take me as his master and learn the orthodox Seven Feather Fist. I didn't agree. After all, if you want to learn the secret boxing of our Taoist sect, you still have to go through the test seriously, take me as your master, and show enough sincerity."

"Okay, we can start now. Zhenghong, you should be careful not to hurt Junior Brother Dingrou. We are just sparring with fellow disciples, so we should stop when the time is right." Yumo said calmly.

"Yes, Master, don't worry." Zhenghong nodded. "In the past, a wrestling master who was bigger than Junior Brother Dingrou came to wrestle me, but I was able to stand on one foot without moving. Junior Brother's strength and speed are still far from that master. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to retreat even a step."

He pondered for a moment.

"Well, our strength is too different. If we fight directly, it will be suspected of bullying the weak. So, I will stand still. If Junior Brother can make me retreat one step, I will lose. How do you think?"

"." Yu Hong didn't know what to say.

"The competition officially begins."

The Taoist's voice spread loudly.

In the big room.

Zhenghong stood still, with his hands hanging down, his knees slightly bent, and his eyes half-closed, standing quietly in the same place.

"Come on, Junior Brother, hit me in the chest, don't worry about anything happening." His voice was calm and powerful, with a strong convincing aura.

"Then I won't be polite." Yu Hong hesitated for a moment, but decided to trust the other party. After all, he must have some skills to resist the black disaster for so long.

"Don't come." Bang! !
The figure flashed, and Zhenghong fell with his head raised.

His body hit the floor heavily, bounced a bit, and then lay flat, unresponsive.

His eyes were wide open, his limbs were spread out, he was motionless, his pupils were dilated, and he was obviously in a state of unconsciousness.

Quiet.

It was quiet.

Yu Hong slowly retracted his fist and looked at the fallen opponent. For a moment, he was a little stunned. The opponent seemed to be knocked unconscious by his punch? ? !
Outside the big room, the Jinyu class, Daozhong class, and three teachers of the Yu generation who were watching the battle all opened their eyes wide, staring at the scene in front of them in amazement.

Not only that, there were also a group of spectators watching the fun. The noise just now was quite noisy, but now it was all quiet.

No one expected that the situation would develop so dramatically.
"Don't blame me, he asked me to hit him!" Yu Hong said speechlessly.

He really, really only used a little bit of strength, just like when he was rubbing the mud off his body in the shower.
I thought I'd give it a try first and then add more strength later, but...
“Hurry up and save them!!”

"Brother Zhenghong!"

"It seems like he's not breathing!"

"Also, give artificial respiration quickly, compress the lungs and chest!! Quickly, give emergency rescue!"

"Hurry up and get some hot towels. Call emergency services. What are you standing there for?"

A group of people rushed into the room in a panic and surrounded Masahiro and started doing various things.

Taoist Yu Mo's three teachers of the Yu generation stared blankly at Zhenghong for a while, and then looked at Yu Hong who had a helpless look on his face.

"What is going on?" Yu Mo hammered the armrest of the chair, looking like he had a headache.

"Dingrou's physique is really strong. He knocked someone out with just one punch?" Taoist Yufang at the side couldn't help but say.

"That's right. I've seen Zhenghong fight before. His strength is actually pretty good among the disciples. But... I didn't expect to meet such a ruthless guy this time." The third Taoist Yu Zhong agreed, his face full of speechlessness.

"Looking at it this way, the Jinyu class still has something. Although the average quality is not as good as the Daozhong class, it can occasionally produce a good seedling like Dingrou." Yu Fang nodded. It was incredible that the Jinyu class could produce a seedling that could defeat the Daozhong these days.

"Alas, that cannot be said. It should be that Zhenghong was careless and did not use his power. The strength and quality of the Dao Zhong class were not displayed." Yu Mo hurriedly saved face for the Dao Zhong class.

As he said that, he also looked at Yu Hong. He had never expected that this kid would move so fast. He didn't even have the chance to use his power before he was hit.

Logically speaking, his muscles shouldn't be so flexible, right?

He was confused.

Zhengming and the other three people from the Daozhong class were stunned by that punch.

Watching the chaotic rescue efforts on the field, the three of them were stunned for a moment.

"Zhenghong, what happened!" Zhengming said with an unpleasant expression, "Could it be that he didn't pay attention to his Qigong and got a stitch in the side? His Seven Feather Fist has already reached the Feather Cloth Stage where he can naturally dodge and dissipate force, so how could one punch..."

(End of this chapter)