Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 71 Taking the stage
"In the first game of a gambling fight, normally you either try to win first to boost morale, or you can let the weaker one take the lead to consume the opponent's energy and strength."

"We don't know how strong you are, so we're not sure if we'll let you lead the charge."

Zhou Leng said: "I am confident that I can win the first game, but I am not sure about the second game. If we can make it to the third game, I will do my best to consume the opponent's physical strength and energy, paving the way for the two of you to gain an advantage. As for my strength... can we have a sparring match?"

"it is good."

The people around them slowly stepped back, leaving the open space in the middle for the two of them.

Zhou Leng clasped his fists and said, "That's enough."

"That's enough." Tan Feikuo said, threw a straight punch and observed secretly.

Zhou Leng slapped away the opponent's fake fist with his left hand and stepped back.

Tan Feikuo immediately stepped forward and used his signature kicking technique.

He kicked towards Zhou Leng's waist. Zhou Leng raised his leg to block, but Tan Feikuo suddenly changed direction with his right leg and kicked towards Zhou Leng's head.

Standard flying fish jump and changing direction kick.

Zhou Leng accurately grasped Tan Feikuo's calf with his left hand, pushed him away to relieve the force, and stepped back sideways.

Everyone's eyes widened.

It's not about blocking, it's not about being kicked, it's about unloading the force and pushing.

This means that Zhou Leng can not only clearly capture the trajectory of the kick, but also make the most difficult reactions with ease.

Tan Feikuo showed doubt on his face, retracted his legs and made a series of feints, then found an opportunity and did a roundhouse kick.

The moment Tan Feikuo turned around, Zhou Leng rushed forward, not only dodging the spinning kick, but also gently patting Tan Feikuo on the side of his waist.

Tan Feikuo's kick missed and he was hit on the waist, stopping where he was.

Tan Feikuo looked at Zhou Leng and said hesitantly: "Are you...predicting or acting later?"

"Move backwards."

"Again?"

"it is good."

Tan Feikuo used his signature leg technique again, but was easily defeated by Zhou Leng once again.

"You... are quite powerful. I may not be able to last more than a hundred moves against you." Tan Feikuo said.

Those junior masters who were in the middle and late stages of blood circulation also stared at Zhou Leng.

A late blood transporter said, "Old Tan, you really know how to flatter yourself. You two really risked your lives, but you can't even survive thirty real moves."

Tan Feikuo blushed and said, "It's hard to say."

Zhou Leng looked at another person who was in the early stage of blood circulation and said, "Do you want to try it too?"

The man shook his head and said, "Forget it. Tan Feikuo and I are equally matched. Your reaction, footwork, and visual capture are obviously much better than both of us."

Tan Feikuo said: "I feel like you are close to the state of Qi following your body."

Zhou Leng shook his head and said, "Friend is polite. I am far from that."

"That's because you are born with strong reactions."

Xue Tongming asked Li Linhan in a low voice: "He really has no energy to move with him?"

"It's a bit similar, but he didn't tell me, so it should be a little bit different." Li Linhan said.

"It's a pity. If the Qi moves with the body, then we will be safe in the early stage of blood circulation."

"Don't underestimate Tian Wenhu. There may be an ambush expert on the other side."

"Yes, as long as he is willing to spend money, he will definitely be able to hire a master."

At this time, a person in the middle stage of blood circulation looked at Zhou Leng and said, "Shall we take care of it?"

Xue Tongming snorted coldly and said, "There's plenty of time after the game, so just behave yourself now."

The man retreated angrily.

Everyone was making final discussions and preparations, and soon the sound of drums was heard in the martial arts arena.

dong dong dong...

"Let's go."

The group walked out of the lounge and headed towards the martial arts stage.

On the opposite side of the martial arts arena, a group of people were also walking over.

"Come on Zhou Leng!"

Those who came to support Zhou Leng shouted.

Zhou Leng and six other participants in the early stage of blood circulation walked onto the martial arts stage, wearing only shorts, revealing their muscular bodies, and stood on both sides of the referee.

The referee first introduced the other five people and told them their records.

Every time someone finished speaking, the audience cheered.

Among these people, the most played 59 games, and the least played 21 games.

Zhou Leng glanced at the three people opposite him.

Two experienced middle-aged men, the last one was a man of similar age to himself, a sophomore from Xihai Wuda University, named Wen Jianyuan.

The man was not tall, but very strong. He had participated in 33 recorded battles and won 25 of them, with a winning rate of 75%.

The highest winning rate among the other four is only 61%.

When it was Zhou Leng's turn, the referee smiled and said, "The last person I'd like to introduce is Zhou Leng. He is not only the eye of the storm in this gambling fight, but also a new student in the martial arts school. Don't underestimate him. He is currently ranked 503rd on the Rucheng New Student List. After these days of training, he can at least move up a hundred places..."

Tian Wenhu, Yan Fenggang and others sat together.

When they heard that Zhou Leng had no record, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"This kid must have been pretty good in school, but he has no idea what actual combat is."

“Many geniuses failed at the beginning and then gradually improved.”

"Wen Jianyuan was considered a cautious young man, but he lost two games in a row at the beginning. He was stunned and practiced hard for three months before he dared to play the third game."

"Let Zhou Leng win the first game, and then he'll look bad in the second game!"

Tian Wenhu said coldly: "Watch more, talk less!"

Everyone quickly shut up.

"Nine blood transport battles, the first match, the initial blood transport battle, the first round, Zhou Leng versus Zhou Bohua, the double week battle. Let's begin!"

thump...

At the sound of a drum, the two men walked onto the martial arts stage for the second time.

Both sides bowed and took a step back.

Zhou Leng stood there, staring at Zhou Bohua, motionless.

Zhou Bohua also stared at Zhou Leng.

After a while, Zhou Bohua smiled and said, "Little Benjia, you are quite determined. Then I, as your elder brother, will take action first."

After that, Zhou Bohua used his White Ape Fist, which he was good at, to test him. Zhou Leng raised his arms, prepared for defense, and then kept dodging, observing Zhou Bohua's mastery of the White Ape Fist.

After three moves, Zhou Leng had a preliminary understanding of Zhou Bohua's strength.

Since the Qi moves with the body, not only is the perception of one's own Qi and body stronger, but one can also sense the other person's control over Qi based on their movements.

Zhou Bohua is experienced, has a solid foundation, and is good in other aspects, but his transitions between moves are obviously stiff.

Zhou Leng started to attack, and the two sides fought back and forth, and seemed to be evenly matched.

At the seventeenth move, Zhou Bohua performed a common "White Ape Raising a Cup" move and punched Zhou Leng on the chin.

Zhou Leng seemed to be prepared. He turned sideways, pushed off the ground, rushed forward, twisted his body, and pushed with his palm.

The right palm went straight between Zhou Bohua’s chest and abdomen.

The wave-breaking palm, the river flows into the sea.

Many masters' eyes lit up.

This palm goes straight forward and seemingly ordinary, but it captures the essence of this move, powerful and unstoppable.

Zhou Leng rushed forward with his face completely unprotected.

Zhou Bohua swept his right fist towards Zhou Leng's head, but before it touched, Zhou Leng's right palm arrived first.

Purple lines emerged.

Bang!
Zhou Bohua flew backwards from the ground and hit the iron cage.

Zhou Leng took a step forward, infused his right leg with energy and blood, and kicked towards Zhou Bohua.

Zhou Bohua had no leverage when he hit the iron cage, so he instinctively put his arms in front of his chest.

Zhou Leng kicked him on both arms.

Click...

Broken arm.

Several people on Tian Wenhu's side who were familiar with Zhou Bohua stood up suddenly.

Is Zhou Leng’s leg strength so strong?
Zhou Bohua fell to the corner of the cage, shrank back to defend, and attempted to stand up with the help of the cage.

The referee didn't blow the whistle and no one from Tian Wenhu's side called for a stop.

Zhou Leng didn't give him any chance at all. He kicked him one after another like a storm, while keeping his distance.

He neither gave Zhou Bohua the chance to get up nor allowed the opponent to take advantage of his open position.

At the beginning, Zhou Bohua was still able to defend himself, but as Zhou Leng's kicks became more powerful and more accurate, he found it difficult to maintain his defense after being hit on the head.

One leg, two legs, three legs...

When he was kicked in the head for the third time, Zhou Bohua spat out a mouthful of blood, lay on the ground on his side, and his arms fell limply.

Zhou Leng retracted his foot and the referee's whistle sounded.

Zhou Bohua was covered in blood and unconscious.

The referee had Zhou Bohua carried away.

"Zhou Lengsheng!"

Before anyone could even lament the cruelty of the gambling fight, the referee said, "The second match is Zhou Leng versus Wen Jianyuan."

The whole place was quiet for a moment, and then people from both sides shouted together.

"Jianyuan crushes!"

"Zhou Leng will win!"

Those who were experienced in watching the battle smiled, this was the highlight of the battle.

Tian Wenhu actually chose the strongest one to appear second.

That would be interesting.

Xue Tongming took a look at the magic watch, looked around hurriedly, then hurriedly left his seat and walked to the high audience seats at the back.

A handsome young man was sitting in an open space, and Xue Tongming was standing beside him, bending slightly.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were coming."

"I wanted to talk to you about searching for the secret treasure, and since I was on the way, I came here to take a look."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"No, just go back. I haven't watched a Qi and Blood Realm gambling match in a long time. I miss it."

"Yes."

"Is Tian Wenhu also eyeing the secret treasure?"

"Correct."

"Well, let's go."

Xue Tongming said goodbye to the man, sat back in his original position, and then said to the participants: "Today, if you win a game, you will get an extra 30,000. If you win in the end, everyone will get another 30,000. If you have any problems in the future, you can come to me."

The other eight participants looked at each other, and the desire to fight slowly brewed in their eyes.

Xue Chengsong secretly glanced at the young man who was alone, thought about it, and didn't dare to disturb him.

In the octagonal cage, Zhou Leng and Wen Jianyuan clasped their fists and saluted.

Wen Jianyuan stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

"I am a sophomore bullying you, a freshman, and an experienced fighter fighting you, a novice. This is not a fair victory. However, this martial arts arena is the second battlefield of the human race."

"I was defeated unfairly back then. So, I won't give you any chance."

"You are just a student from a martial arts school, but you have come here to fight against the top ten martial arts students. Even if you lose, you have learned a lot and gained a lot."

"Next, I will..."

Zhou Leng said: "So much nonsense."

After saying that, Zhou Leng stepped on the Bagua Step, rushed towards Wen Jianyuan, and pushed out with his right palm.

Upright and majestic, the river flows into the sea.

Wen Jianyuan shook his head slightly and threw a punch straight at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng's group frowned slightly.

Zhou Leng obviously has strong footwork and quick reactions, so he should use a flexible style of play instead of a head-on attack.

The people on Tian Wenhu's side had the same reaction as Wen Jianyuan and shook their heads slightly.

Zhou Leng is weaker than Wen Jianyuan in every aspect, and this upright fighting style relies on basic skills, which Zhou Leng cannot possibly win.

Fists and palms meet.

Bang.

(End of this chapter)