As the battle began, the atmosphere of the entire tournament reached its climax.
However, when the audience saw that the first match was between Wang Kun and Niu Dachun, the climax was abruptly cut short.
Suddenly, I felt it was pointless.
However, what the audience didn't see was that the big shots in the core positions had their eyes fixed on Niu Dachun, all wanting to see what Niu Dachun's strength was like.
When Wang Kun saw Niu Dachun, a helpless expression appeared on his face.
"I won't bully you anymore."
"I'll give you three moves first, otherwise I'll kill you in one move, and that wouldn't be fun at all."
"Although you are trash in my eyes, I still admire the courage of a weakling like you to participate in this life-or-death competition."
"If you can kill me within three moves, I'll accept it."
"As a powerful martial artist from Gusu City who has come to your Yunxi Martial Arts, I still have this much manners and integrity."
Wang Kun looked at Niu Dachun with the same eyes one would use to look at trash.
Upon hearing Wang Kun's words, the audience burst into laughter.
"Brother Da Chun, he's dead in no time!!!"
Zhang Qing'er, sitting in the audience, shouted at Niu Dachun below the stage.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Look, there's a fool here!"
Several audience members sitting next to Zhang Qing'er mocked her.
Upon hearing Wang Kun's words, Niu Dachun showed a puzzled expression.
He walked up to Wang Kun.
"Hurry up and make your move, I'm in a hurry," Wang Kun said, yawning.
Niu Dachun raised a hand and casually slapped Wang Kun, who was yawning just a second ago, and the next second he turned into a cloud of blood mist!
The whole thing happened in less than a second!
Quiet!!!
Deathly silence!
Everyone in the venue was stunned, staring blankly at Niu Dachun, who had already gracefully left the stage.
The bigwigs in the core positions in Yunxi also showed a shocked expression. They wanted to investigate further about what kind of martial arts sect Niu Dachun belonged to.
However, Niu Dachun's speed is so fast that even a high-speed camera might not be able to see it clearly, so what's the point of studying it?
The martial artists sitting in the lounge were also stunned by this scene, and even Huang Yaozhan showed a look of surprise on his face.
"Did he make a move?"
"Brother Da Chun is so handsome!!!"
"Brother Da Chun is the best!!!"
"Hey, you idiot over there, did you see that? That's my Brother Chun!!!"
Zhang Qing'er looked up at the audience members who had just called her an idiot, her eyes filled with disdain and pride.
Snap—
Snap snap—
Snap snap snap—
Thunderous applause erupted in the hall.
The next opponent.
Zhu Baoguo fights against Pei Taijie, one of the Five Heavenly Kings of Siam.
As soon as Bae Tae-jeong stepped onto the stage, he took off his outer garment, revealing his strong muscles. The sharp muscle lines looked as if they had been cleaved by an axe, giving off a powerful aura.
With his towering height of 1.85 meters, Zhu Baoguo, who is 1.75 meters tall, looks like a small, weak chicken standing next to Pei Taijie.
Pei Taijie gave Zhu Baoguo a disdainful look.
"Let me have a good look at the martial arts of your Chinese nation!"
As Pei Taijie spoke, he swung his fist and charged towards Zhu Baoguo. Pei Taijie was as strong as an ox, and when he ran, the entire venue seemed to tremble.
Although Zhu Baoguo was over fifty years old, he was still a self-proclaimed martial arts master. Zhu Baoguo did not back down at all, and stood still to demonstrate his unique skill, Hunyuan Xingyi Taijiquan.
The audience in the stands watched this fight between people of vastly different sizes with their hearts in their throats.
"Ah—ha—" Zhu Baoguo channeled all his internal energy and unleashed a punch at Pei Taijie.
The moment their fists collided, Zhu Baoguo was instantly unable to resist and was blasted away by Pei Taijie, his hand bones broken and blood spurting from his mouth.
"Young man, you lack martial ethics."
“You’re so mean—” Pei Taijie cursed at Zhu Baoguo.
He then walked up to Zhu Baoguo and lifted him up like a chick.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!!!"
"Martial arts competitions emphasize stopping when the point is reached."
"I surrender, I surrender."
Zhu Baoguo begged for mercy repeatedly.
Only then did Zhu Baoguo realize that Pei Taijie in front of him was a Siamese and could not understand his Chinese at all, so he imitated the Siamese.
"Sawadika—"
"I don't want to die—"
Upon hearing Zhu Baoguo's words, Pei Taijie swung his fist and smashed it directly into Zhu Baoguo's head, instantly giving him a head injury.
They then carelessly tossed Zhu Baoguo onto the ground like trash.
Upon witnessing this scene, the audience gasped in shock, feeling a chill run down their spines and a headache, as if their own heads had been blown apart.
The martial artists in the lounge all showed expressions of fear upon seeing this, worried that they might encounter this Siamese warrior.
"President Fang, is it really necessary to invite these guys here?"
Huang Guming asked, dissatisfied.
"Brother Huang, wouldn't it be beneficial for the development of martial arts in our country to invite martial artists from other countries to come and exchange martial arts ideas?"
"But look, is that guy genuinely here to exchange martial arts ideas?"
Fang Kuangxiong then looked towards the venue and saw Pei Taijie throw Zhu Baoguo's body into the middle of the venue, stand directly on Zhu Baoguo's body, and raise his middle finger to all the audience members.
And he was cursing under his breath.
"pressed salted duck--"
"pressed salted duck--"
"pressed salted duck--"
What does "banya" mean?
"Does he want to eat salted duck?" a spectator asked curiously.
"He's calling us idiots for eating hairy duck."
"Fuck your mother."
"Damn it!" the hot-tempered audience member cursed angrily at Pei Taijie.
After the other audience members understood what Pei Taijie meant, they also started cursing at him, and the scene was filled with shouts of abuse.
However, Pei Taijie enjoyed it. The more fiercely the audience cursed, the happier he was. Amidst the cursing, Pei Taijie left the stage.
In his view, for a strong player like him to participate in this kind of competition is simply to bully weaker opponents.
The rage of the incompetent is never a concern for the strong!
The game continues...
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