I'm not a fortune teller.

Chapter 152: Gray Name.
The fourth match: Yang Hao of Liushamen versus Qin Family of Donghai: Qin Wushuang!
As soon as the match list was released, the audience who were almost falling asleep suddenly became interested. Most of the contestants in the West District were children of military heroes. They had been married to each other for more than ten generations and had a strong relationship. Even if there was a gap in strength, they would give each other some face and fight quite gently. Basically, they would stop at the right time. If one side was slightly at a disadvantage, they would directly admit defeat. Moreover, there was no momentum to compete with each other, which was really boring to watch.

Especially some experts and masters, they fell asleep while watching the game. They could guess the outcome before the fight even started.

After four shows in a row, there's finally a show worth watching.

For ordinary people, Liushamen has a very great reputation, and to a certain extent, it is even more popular than Tianyimen and Longxiang Temple. The main reason is that Liushamen's style of doing things is too strong and they hate evil. Among the people, this kind of gangsters are indeed very popular, because if your family is robbed by bandits or encounters evil spirits, it may not be helpful to go to the government, but if you find the children of Liushamen, they will definitely seek justice for you.

The Qin family is also a very famous family, and the disciples who have participated in the competitions in every generation have performed well.

"Will the descendants of the Six Evils Sect also appear in the West District?" Zhang Rui in the audience was a little curious.

"There are too many participants. The White Tiger District is a large district after all. It would not be nice to let the children of military honors book the whole place." Princess Yunyang said with a smile: "However, there are still some invisible rules in this area. At least the top children of the major famous families cannot come. Otherwise, the number of children of military honors who advance will be too low."

Zhang Rui curled his lips when he heard this. How could a son of a military hero end up like this? He had to rely on land grabbing to maintain his ranking.

"Does it mean that Yang Hao's ability in the Six Evil Sect is mediocre?"

"The disciples of the Six Evil Sect this generation are indeed not as good as before." The princess sighed, "The only ones who are slightly good are the Yan siblings, but the older one is too old and the younger one is too young. I'm afraid their results this year are disappointing. Yang Hao is the direct descendant of the Jing Sect, the fourth sect of the Six Evil Sect. He is thirty-nine this year, not young, but he has just become a first-class warrior."

"Is that so?" Zhang Rui looked at Yang Hao with some curiosity. It was indeed a bleak result for a direct descendant of a family to become a first-class martial artist at the age of almost forty, but he did not think so.

Just now he subconsciously checked the other person's biography with a pen, and it clearly said
"Please invite both contestants to the stage!" The host's voice was deep and long. Even the audience outside the huge fighting arena could hear his voice clearly.

The one presiding over the fighting arena was the eldest son of the Duke of England. It was said that he did not participate in the competition because he was over the age limit, otherwise he would have the strength of a martial arts hermit.

Two figures entered the venue slowly. Qin Wushuang was dressed in black and looked heroic, winning the support of a portion of the audience. On the opposite side, Yang Hao was tall and burly, over nine feet tall. In Zhang Rui's previous life, he would have been at least three meters tall. The key point was that he was as burly as a King Kong, and the pressure he exerted was much stronger than that of Yao Ming when he played basketball.

Qin Wushuang is not short, but he looks like a toy doll in front of the other party.

"Hello, Senior Brother Yang." Qin Wushuang said with a hearty smile.

"Junior Sister Qin is polite." Yang Hao returned the greeting with a smile.

When Qin Wushuang was young, he went to Liushamen to learn martial arts. Although he did not enter the inner sect, he could be considered as a fellow disciple.

The Qin family of Donghai is very close to Liusha Sect. When Liusha Sect had not yet risen, the Qin family had provided a lot of financial support. Apart from the lack of marriage between the two parties, the relationship between them is already very close.

"Brother, don't you need weapons?" Qin Wushuang asked with a smile.

"Junior sister, you don't have to be polite. I am good at palm techniques, but I am not very good at using weapons." Yang Hao looked at her with a smile: "Junior sister is good at swordsmanship, please feel free to do as you please."

"Then I won't be polite, Junior Sister!" As soon as Qin Wushuang finished speaking, the long sword was unsheathed in an instant. The sword light that was struck in broad daylight seemed dazzling. Before the sword arrived, the three-foot sword edge had already come flying in the air. Yang Hao dodged it nimbly, and a meter-long sword mark appeared on the ground in an instant!

The masters who were the first to react in the audience looked at Qin Wushuang in surprise.

This woman looks like she is only in her early twenties, but her internal strength is comparable to many masters who have practiced internal martial arts for a hundred years. Even the masters of Tianyi Sect who are best at controlling swords with Qi are no better than her, right?

It is rumored that the girl from the Qin family is more talented than her older brother, and it seems that it is not just talk.

"Good!" The ordinary audiences who reacted later cheered. They just wanted to see such a grand scene. How could those masters on weekdays have the leisure to perform for ordinary people like them?
"Junior sister, you have such a solid inner strength." A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Hao's eyes, but he was not panicked at all. He spread out his two big hands, and a strong aura overflowed. The whole ground suddenly sank!
Qin Wushuang's pupils shrank. Although the opponent was still three feet away, she still retreated vigilantly. But when she was about to move, she unexpectedly found that she couldn't move!

The feeling was extremely strange, like being welded in a swamp and being unable to pull my feet out!
what's the situation?
"This is."

Princess Yunyang was so surprised that she couldn't help but stand up. With her keen eyesight, she could naturally see that it was caused by internal strength.

If a master of internal martial arts can reach the point where he can release his internal energy externally, it will have many uses. For example, he can release it one foot outside the body, making nearby objects slow down. Outsiders cannot see how much slower it is, but for a master, this slight delay can determine victory or defeat.

The next level is to be able to use internal force to restrict other people's movements along the ground within three feet. No matter how strong a warrior's body is, the force is ultimately exerted from the waist, and the feet are the fulcrum for standing. If you can control the ground, you basically secure more than 80% of the victory.

However, the range and timing must be grasped accurately. After all, this method consumes a lot of energy. If you encounter a master of body movements and you don't get it right, you will waste your energy in vain, which will not be worth it.

She had seen her husband use this trick to teach his soldiers a lesson, but at most she had only seen her husband be able to control an area within ten feet of the ground.

This big fool can actually control a distance of three meters!

“Brother, you…” Qin Wushuang immediately realized what was going on, with a look of surprise on his face: “You hid it very well!”

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Junior Sister." Yang Hao smiled naively. "It's not that I'm hiding it well, but the martial arts I practice is called Xuanwu True Art, which is a martial art that requires accumulation of strength. Before it is completed, you can't use too much true energy. As a result, when I was traveling around the world a few years ago, I could only use 10% of my internal energy. This martial art is extremely boring and requires forbearance. Very few people in my sect can practice it."

"One tenth?" Qin Wushuang's pupils shrank. With only one tenth of internal strength, one could represent the direct descendants of the Six Evil Sect and walk the world?
Although Yang Hao's appearance has always been inferior to that of the previous generation, he is a direct descendant of a family after all. The troubles he encounters in the world are not that bad. The masters he meets on a daily basis are all the prides of the younger generation. Although he can hold up the scene with this, although it is not conspicuous, at least he is not weak.

This is the impression Yang Hao has always given people, mediocre but just barely acceptable.

But if you only use 10% of your skills to travel the world, that would be a bit exaggerated!
"I barely succeeded a year ago." Yang Hao grinned. The internal energy in his body was churning, visible to the naked eye like steam rising three feet high. The experts outside the venue were so shocked that their eyelids twitched. This level of internal energy cultivation was something that even Hong Lie, who was a half-step master, might not be able to achieve.

"Junior sister, you won't struggle anymore, right?" Yang Hao said with a smile.

"Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy." Qin Wushuang smiled and bowed: "I admit defeat and give up!"

Yang Hao nodded and instantly retracted his internal energy, which immediately caused a lot of discussion. Ordinary people shouted that it was boring, but experts began to re-examine Yang Hao. They originally thought that he was just a disciple with mediocre qualifications, so they allowed him to enter the West District, so that outsiders could see that the son of a military hero was not inferior to the famous families in the martial arts world. But in the end, he was tricked and given such a big Buddha!
"The Liusha Sect is so scheming." A group of military heroes were immediately dissatisfied. No one could have imagined that the Liusha Sect, which had always been upright, would be so scheming this time. They had been showing weakness to the outside world and made everyone's eyes turn to the young Yan Feng. However, their actual trump card was sent to the West District where there were not many masters. It was really insidious.

Lian the princess also laughed and shook her head: "For this Grandmaster spot, the Six Evil Sect has also started to use tricks. It's just a pity for the little sister of the Qin family. With her cultivation level, if she hadn't met this big Buddha, she wouldn't have given away the chance to forfeit in the first game. Now it will be difficult for her later."

"Really?" Zhang Rui kept looking at Qin Wushuang who was leaving with a smile.

Meeting a master whose internal strength was stronger than Hong Lie's, it seemed like bad luck to give up and withdraw, but Zhang Rui felt that if they had really fought just now, the guy called Yang Hao might not have had the upper hand.

When they met for the first time just now, he felt that there was something wrong with Qin Wushuang. There was obviously some evil spirit around him, but it was hidden so deeply that he couldn't tell what it was. Moreover, it could cause his spiritual power to become restless for no reason.

So before the game, he curiously used a pen to check Qin Wushuang's biography.

But the results were somewhat horrifying.

Qin Wushuang's name has no introduction and appears gray.

Based on my recent experience with using a pen, any name that appears in grey only represents one possibility: a dead person!
(End of this chapter)