The man's voice was deep and resonant. He pulled off his jacket, revealing the chiseled muscles of his upper body.
Contestant number 9 was one of those who was about to go on stage for the first time, but was overtaken by Dongfang Shuo.
Contestant number 9 has arrived at the center of the ring.
After glancing at the contestant's information, the referee introduced: "Contestant number 9, Fang Wenshan, is a boxing expert who once participated in the Fujian Province 80kg boxing competition and won the bronze medal!"
After a brief introduction, the referee glanced at Zhang Yuan and Fang Wenshan.
Are you ready?
"Ready!"
They both spoke at the same time.
The referee blew the whistle again.
The match begins!
Both sides assumed fighting stances, but neither made the first move. Masters believe in striking with a single, decisive blow, leaving no opening for their opponent.
Fang Wenshan had just watched Zhang Yuan's fight with Dongfang Shuo and knew that Zhang Yuan's leg techniques were good, but he didn't think that Zhang Yuan could defeat him.
He was a professional boxer who had participated in and won awards in the Fujian Provincial Boxing Competition, so he didn't think that a young man who had only been practicing Yiquan for a year could be his opponent.
It must be because that black belt in Taekwondo was too weak.
Fang Wenshan threw a simple punch, but Zhang Yuan dodged it easily by stepping back.
The reaction speed is very fast!
No wonder he couldn't beat that Taekwondo black belt.
Fang Wenshan's personal assessment.
At the same time, he stepped forward with his right foot and threw another beautiful straight punch to continue the attack.
This time, Zhang Yuan didn't dodge; he quickly raised his right leg and kicked out.
Bang!
Fang Wenshan's calf collided with his fist, and he staggered back three steps before stopping.
Zhang Yuan, however, stood motionless in place.
What incredible leg strength!
Fang Wenshan was shocked, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
After a brief probing attack, Zhang Yuan launched a direct attack, unleashing a series of rapid kicks. Fang Wenshan passively defended, responding with his fists.
In every encounter, Fang Wenshan was repeatedly kicked backward by Zhang Yuan's immense leg power.
This sense of oppression was even more terrifying than when I faced the champion in a provincial boxing competition back then.
Fang Wenshan was forced to retreat repeatedly, panting heavily.
Just as he was distracted, a sweeping leg struck him squarely in the face.
The sudden gust of wind and the terrifying leg shadows made Fang Wen realize something was wrong.
With Zhang Yuan's leg strength, this kick would definitely injure him, and his face would probably swell up like a pig's head.
Knowing he was outmatched, Fang Wenshan hurriedly shouted: Stop...
According to the competition rules, once one side's opponent calls a stop and concedes defeat, the other side cannot attack without cause.
At this moment, Fang Wenshan's eyes were tightly closed, and his expression was terrified.
As Fang Wenshan called for a stop, Zhang Yuan's sweeping leg abruptly stopped in an unbelievable way, stopping just one centimeter in front of Fang Wenshan's face.
Fang Wenshan's hair fluttered a few times before he slowly opened his eyes and said dejectedly, "I admit defeat!"
Zhang Yuan put down his sweeping leg and smiled slightly.
"admit!"
"Young man, your martial arts are impressive, but I, Fang, am no match for you."
Fang Wenshan said with shame.
"By the way, what move did you use just now? Could you tell me so I can understand why I lost?"
Zhang Yuan doesn't have any special techniques; he's just cultivated for a long time, opened up his acupoints, and used his true qi in battle, making his physical strength and reaction time more powerful than the average person.
However, seeing Fang Wenshan's sincerity, Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered a TV series he had watched before and made up a line: "Wind God Leg!"
Fang Wenshan was slightly taken aback and said, "It seems that there is no move called Wind God Kick in Yiquan!"
Zhang Yuan's lips twitched, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he added, "I created it myself!"
"sharp!"
"sharp!"
Mr. Fang was completely convinced of his defeat.
After Fang Wenshan clasped his hands in a fist salute, he jumped off the ring. The referee announced that Zhang Yuansheng would win the round again!
At this point, the audience became restless.
Everyone stared at Zhang Yuan as if he were a monster. If Zhang Yuan had defeated the Taekwondo black belt master in the first match, many people would have thought it was an accident, that the Taekwondo black belt was too weak.
But when Zhang Yuan eliminated a professional boxer from the provincial boxing competition in less than 3 minutes, everyone realized that it wasn't that the opponent was too weak, but that this young man was too strong.
That's ridiculously strong!
After the second match, the referee, as per the competition rules, asked Zhang Yuan if he wanted to leave the field for a rest.
Zhang Yuan directly rejected it.
Let's move on to the next game!
The referee was somewhat surprised by Zhang Yuan's decision, but upon reflection, it made sense. Zhang Yuan had won both of his matches easily, with little physical exertion, so he was indeed fit to play a third match.
"Is there any other contestant who would like to come up and challenge contestant number 36?"
The referee asked, his gaze sweeping over the other competitors in the rest area.
After the first two matches, everyone realized that the young man on stage was no ordinary person, so the remaining dozen or so contestants became more cautious.
"If no contestant comes up to challenge, according to the competition rules, I will use a computer to randomly select one contestant to take the stage!"
"That's what the referee said."
After waiting for a while, one of the contestants finally stood up.
"I'll give it a try."
The speaker was an unremarkable-looking, short man wearing a number 20 badge.
After the man entered the arena, the referee briefly introduced contestant number 20, who, like Zhang Yuan, was also a practitioner of Yiquan (意拳).
...
Five minutes later, man number 20 collapsed to the ground, defeated.
Zhang Yuan defeated three opponents in a row, scoring 6 points, and has one foot already in the second round of the semifinals.
In the first round of the preliminary competition, each participant has four chances to compete. According to the competition rules, the participant who wins four consecutive matches in the preliminary round can directly enter the second round of the semi-finals.
At this moment, the judges of the first group of the preliminary round, standing next to Zhang Yuan, looked at him with anticipation.
Should we take on the fourth match?
Zhang Yuan naturally had to continue playing the fourth match.
The first three matches did not take much to his physical exertion, and the acupoints on his body could automatically absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to restore and replenish his physical strength.
Furthermore, just one more win would allow them to advance directly to the second round of the semifinals.
Since you can finish four matches in one morning, why not finish them all at once and use the remaining time to cultivate and improve your cultivation level?
When the referee asked again if any contestants wanted to challenge contestant number 36, the crowd below the ring was completely silent; no one was willing to go up.
Finally, the judges randomly selected a contestant using a computer.
Number 56, Ma Baoguo!
The referee on the ring announced the number and name of the fourth contestant.
At this moment, an elderly man sitting in the audience twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Ma Baoguo is the founder of Hunyuan Xingyi Taijiquan in Tongcheng City. It is said that he has thousands of disciples. He created the Lightning Five Whip and the Continuous Strike Method of Receiving, Neutralizing and Firing. He is quite famous on the Internet and has a great reputation in Tongcheng City.
Even the referees had heard of Teacher Ma Baoguo's reputation.
"Please welcome Master Ma, the founder of Hunyuan Xingyi Taijiquan, to the stage!"
The referee clapped his hands gently and said respectfully.
Ma Baoguo, with his hair parted in the middle, has a square face and stubble around his mouth. He is over sixty years old.
He originally did not want to participate in the Tongcheng City Martial Arts Competition, but he could not resist his disciples' constant persuasion. In addition, he always boasted that he was the leading figure in the Tongcheng City martial arts world. If he did not participate, he was worried that others would gossip.
That's why I reluctantly signed up.
According to Ma Baoguo's pre-arranged plan, if he encountered a truly skilled opponent, he would find a reason to give up the match; if the opponent was weaker than him, he would execute a series of consecutive attacks.
In short, we must preserve his masterly demeanor and public image.
He's having a bit of bad luck today.
He was the first one selected randomly by the computer.
Moreover, the opponent was such a young and powerful young man.
The match has begun.
The two stood facing each other, neither of them in a hurry to make a move.
Zhang Yuan carefully examined the old man named Ma Baoguo. The referee and many people below the stage seemed to know him, and they kept calling him Teacher Ma.
Therefore, Zhang Yuan secretly used his Heavenly Eye to observe the old man, whose hair was streaked with white and whose steps were unsteady, to see if he was really as powerful as the outside world said.
As he channeled his inner energy into his eyes, a flash of golden light appeared in Zhang Yuan's pupils.
Qi deficiency leads to depletion and exhaustion of tendons and veins.
This doesn't look like what a master should be like. Which grandmaster or expert doesn't have blood and qi as strong as a dragon?
That's strange.
Could it be a problem with my third eye?
Zhang Yuan was pondering this question.
At the same time, Ma Baoguo let his arms hang naturally, adopting the air of a superior elder, and said to Zhang Yuan: "My 'Connecting, Transforming, and Firing' technique, as well as my 'Lightning Six Whips,' are extremely powerful moves, containing my powerful internal energy accumulated over many years."
Young man, you'd better watch out, or you'll regret not warning me.
If you can't win, admit defeat. Don't force yourself to keep up appearances, understand?
The audience below the stage was even more excited.
Ma Baoguo: "I'm about to unleash my power."
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