Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 72 The collapse of the situation
The two men moved and each took a half step back.

Wen Jianyuan had the same reaction as everyone else, his pupils trembled.

There is no distinction between top and bottom.

But more people reacted.

No, Zhou Leng is better.

Because Zhou Leng's second move was faster than Wen Jianyuan's.

The second move is the river flowing into the sea.

Hold it straight and look forward, simple and unpretentious.

The people near Tian Wenhu narrowed their eyes and saw Zhou Leng's tactics.

Wen Jianyuan originally relied on his strength to gain an advantage, but if he didn't dare to take Zhou Leng's palm, it must be that his mind was lacking and his momentum was leaking.

Zhou Leng wanted to use his unstoppable momentum to wipe out Wen Jianyuan's advantage in combat experience.

Wen Jianyuan's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he punched Zhou Leng in the same way as before.

Bang!
A moment later, Zhou Leng launched the third palm.

The people around Tian Wenhu looked gloomy.

This palm was actually faster than the previous one, and thanks to the characteristics of Xuanchao Jue and Dielang Palm, this palm added more energy and blood.

The palm force is more powerful.

The two men clashed fists for the third time.

Zhou Leng launched the fourth palm.

Everyone held their breath and watched in surprise as Zhou Leng's palm strike was clearly a little faster than Wen Jianyuan's.

This small section represents that Zhou Leng's palm contains more energy and blood, and the palm speed is faster.

Stronger.

A hint of doubt flashed across Wen Jianyuan's eyes, but he still took the punch without hesitation.

Bang!
This time, Zhou Leng not only did not retreat, but instead resolved the recoil force, took a step forward, and launched the fifth palm.

It's still a river flowing into the sea, but it's faster and more violent.

His body is like the mighty river, and his palms are like rolling tides, rushing from west to east into the sea.

The people around Tian Wenhu's face changed slightly, thinking something was wrong.

"Qi moves with the body..." The masters understood instantly.

"He hid his strength before..."

A hint of panic flashed across Wen Jianyuan's eyes.

The two sides are too close, and the price of dodging is being hit by a palm, but if you punch hastily, your qi and blood will likely suffer a major shock, and you will inevitably be pursued and injured.

Wen Jianyuan gritted his teeth and threw a punch.

Fists and palms meet.

Wen Jianyuan took two steps back, and Zhou Leng took two steps forward, pushing out his arms.

Stacked Waves Palm, two dragons emerge from the water.

"It's over..." The experts on Tian Wenhu's side only saw this and understood instantly.

When Wen Jianyuan received these two palms, his qi and blood vibrated.

If you don't connect, the palm in your body will break down and it will be hard to condense.

Wen Jianyuan bent down, dodged, and moved sideways.

Zhou Leng's left palm changed direction slightly and hit Wen Jianyuan on the lower back.

Wen Jianyuan groaned, rolled on the ground, and immediately stood up.

Everyone saw a clear red palm print appearing on the left side of his waist, and the color gradually darkened.

Wen Jianyuan circulated blood to heal the injuries there, but for some reason, the flow of blood slowed down after passing through there.

Zhou Leng moved forward and Wen Jianyuan retreated. He hissed softly and his steps swayed slightly.

Some masters narrowed their eyes. The force of the palm strike just now must have penetrated the skin, injured the muscles and even the internal organs.

That was the layered Xuanchao Jue and Dielang Palm.

"You don't dare to take it." Zhou Leng said, and attacked again.

"I'm experienced, this kind of trash talk is useless to me." Wen Jianyuan is experienced after all, and once he starts to roam, it will be difficult for Zhou Leng to hit him.

Zhou Leng stopped talking and pressed forward step by step.

But Wen Jianyuan actually gave up the fight completely, constantly moving around and using feints, never revealing any flaws, showing his rich experience.

All parties could see clearly that Wen Jianyuan was preparing to consume Zhou Leng's energy, blood and physical strength, leaving the hope of a comeback to his teammates behind.

After chasing for a while, Zhou Leng took a deep breath, opened the door wide, and punched Wen Jianyuan.

Attack without defending.

Zhou Leng stared into Wen Jianyuan's eyes.

You, accept it or not!
Wen Jianyuan dodged again.

Many viewers sighed. This time, Wen Jianyuan's momentum collapsed again.

Li Linhan said: "It's done."

Xue Tongming nodded.

When warriors fight, moves, experience, inner strength, body, etc. are all important.

But in real combat, when other aspects are not much different, will is often the biggest factor that determines victory or defeat.

What's more, this is an octagonal cage.

There's no way to hide forever.

Zhou Leng changed his pace.

Keep your feet straight and your body forward.

He who attacks without defending has no fear.

The powerful aura was like a dark cloud, pressing down on the martial arts stage.

Just a dozen seconds later, Wen Jianyuan suddenly stumbled and took a wrong step.

Excessive mental stress and injuries lead to minor physical problems.

Zhou Leng pounced forward like a tiger, punching and palming, and fighting at close range.

Still attacking instead of defending.

Wen Jianyuan no longer had room to dodge or move.

After being knocked unconscious by several blows, Wen Jianyuan quickly became aggressive.

Take action and change injuries!
Fists and palms from both sides rained down on each other.

Because they are close to each other, they cannot exert their full strength and no one can defeat the opponent with just a few punches.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

Bang!
Zhou Leng found the flaw and punched Wen Jianyuan on the chin at the moment when Wen Jianyuan's blood and energy were shaken.

Wen Jianyuan's eyes went dark and he instinctively stopped, changing from offense to defense.

The next moment, Zhou Leng's blood and energy surged, and he punched wildly. One palm and fist move after another, like afterimages, fell all over Wen Jianyuan's body.

Ten punches, twenty punches...

Wen Jianyuan first leaned his back against the cage, trying desperately to block, using various counterattacks including legs and knees, but none of them worked.

He suddenly pounced on Zhou Leng, hugged Zhou Leng's waist and abdomen with both hands, and rushed forward violently, intending to perform the most brutal grab and throw in hand-to-hand combat.

As the warrior's Qi and blood increase, the effect of the grapple becomes weaker the further back he goes.

But in the early stage of Qi and Blood and when Qi and Blood are exhausted, grappling and throwing are often unexpected and enough to turn the tide of victory.

One throw is better than ten punches.

Zhou Leng squatted slightly, his feet gripping the ground like a tree, slowing down his retreat and barely keeping his body stable.

He placed his left hand on Wen Jianyuan's shoulder and aimed his right palm at the back of Wen Jianyuan, slapping him with a palm, and purple patterns appeared.

Tiandao falls into the sea.

Bang!
Wen Jianyuan's heart stopped suddenly, his body stiffened and he fell to the ground.

Zhou Leng instinctively aimed at Wen Jianyuan's head, gathered all his energy and blood, and kicked him.

puff!
Wen Jianyuan's neck bent and his body rolled backwards, hitting the side of the cage.

There was silence.

Xue Tongming said: "This Wen Jianyuan has fought too much in the early stage of ordinary blood circulation, and thought that all opponents would lose balance once they were grappled and impacted. But Zhou Leng's Qi moves with his body."

"Is there a big difference?" Xue Chengsong asked.

"More than that. Before the Qi moves with your body, your feet are unstable or off the ground, so you can't exert any force at all. Even if you hit the opponent's vital points, what can you call it? You are powerless. Zhou Leng's Qi moves with his body, so Wen Jianyuan let Zhou Leng hit him in the back for nothing."

"Save him!" Zhou Leng said.

I had already reached my limit just now, and that kick was a completely instinctive reaction, leaving no time for judgment.

Zhou looked at Wen Jianyuan coldly. If an ordinary person's neck was bent to this extent, he would surely die.

Tian Wenhu rushed onto the martial arts stage, straightened Wen Jianyuan's bones, and used his luck to heal his wounds.

Soon, Tian Wenhu picked up Wen Jianyuan.

"How is it?" Zhou Leng asked.

"You'll need to lie down for at least a year." After Tian Wenhu said that, he put Wen Jianyuan on a stretcher and sent him away by the medical staff of the martial arts hall.

Zhou Leng stood on the stage, quietly looking at Wen Jianyuan who was walking away.

Now, it's just the beginning.

Next, the fights will only increase.

The students in Class 01 looked at Zhou Leng, who was slightly injured, and then looked at Wen Jianyuan who was carried away on a stretcher.

Watching others fighting until they are covered in blood is a completely different feeling than watching people around you fighting.

"Why is Zhou Leng even more powerful than when he was in the martial arts gym?"

"He kept saying on the way that it might not be the case, it might not be the case."

"Yeah, I was worried that he was going to lose."

Wei Hong said: "This is called saying the most cowardly words and fighting the most brutally."

"The third person is coming up..."

"The third match of the first round, Zhou Leng versus Zhang Bojun. Let's begin!"

Without giving Zhou Leng any chance to breathe, the referee directly announced the third fight.

Xue Chengsong asked in a low voice: "Dad, what do you think of this game?"

"Zhou Leng has consumed too much energy and blood, he may not be able to hold on for long. But his energy moves with him, so it's hard to say."

"Is Zhou Leng more likely to win?"

"In theory, yes. The question now is whether his body and will can sustain it. However, no matter what, we still have the two behind us."

In a dark corner, Chang Luan, the squad leader of Class 01, was wearing a mask and a hat, wrapped tightly.

His magic watch was facing the ring, and the video mode was turned on, so he could watch it with Tao Bing, who was admitted to the hospital for the second time.

Tao Bing lay on the bed, watching with a gloomy face.

The arena is bright under the dazzling row of lights.

After both sides greeted each other with fists, Zhou Leng retreated continuously.

Seeing this scene, everyone understood that Zhou Leng was going to give up the third battle and start to consume the opponent to create opportunities for the two teammates behind him.

Yan Fenggang shouted: "Take advantage of his illness to kill him!"

Among the six players, Zhang Bojun has played the most times.

He did not listen to Yan Fenggang's command, but kept trying basic moves such as light punches and jabs, without being in a hurry at all.

Zhou Leng kept dodging, and his chest heaved more and more.

After two consecutive games without any rest, my physical strength has run out.

"Zhou Leng, hold on!"

The classmates cheered for Zhou Leng.

After about twenty seconds, Zhang Bojun suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, gathered all his strength, and attacked Zhou Leng fiercely.

Everyone's eyes lit up, as both of them majored in palm techniques.

Zhou Leng calmly responded with his Dielang Palm, either facing, blocking, pushing away, or dodging, whether real or fake...

Judging from the surface, Zhou Leng seemed to be the one with the upper hand, showing his style of moving energy with his body.

Battle reports may lie, but battle lines cannot.

Zhou Leng slowly backed away, and soon his back touched the cage.

Zhang Bojun let out a low roar and pounced towards Zhou Leng like a lion or tiger.

Zhou Leng dodged by moving sideways, and both of them stood beside the cage.

Zhang Bojun attacked along the cage, and Zhou Lengque moved out with a Bagua step.

At this moment, Zhang Bojun was leaning against the cage, while Zhou Leng was outside.

In the audience, a few masters seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhang Bojun slapped out with his palm, but it was a feint.

But Zhou Leng suddenly used his palm to "rise to the wind and rise to the tide", meeting the emptiness with the reality.

The wind rises and the tide rises, the Dielang Palm is the fastest move.

By the time Zhang Bojun reacted, it was too late and he was forced to turn the virtual into real and retract his arms.

One strikes with all his strength, the other changes his move midway and retreats.

Zhang Bojun's right arm was easily avoided.

But Zhou Leng turned the real into the virtual and changed his moves, changing the fastest "Wind Rising Tide" to the most powerful "Rushing Tide Rushing to the Shore".

The whole person and right palm slammed forward like a huge wave.

Zhang Bojun hurriedly blocked with his arms.

Click!

(End of this chapter)