Since the start of the recruit tournament, the East Asia Military Region, which had never lost, had finally lost. Moreover, they had lost in the highlight of the recruit tournament, the martial arts event.
Qin Fen slowly walked to the center of the field. His first opponent was a soldier from West Asia.
Like the other West Asian recruits, Qin Fen could already feel the hatred in his opponent's eyes before he even stood still.
Hatred!? Qin Fen sighed helplessly. Should I have stood still that day and let the three heroes of West Asia kill me? Could it be that only the lives of the three heroes of West Asia are important while the lives of others are like weeds?
"Qin Fen!" A voice filled with hatred squeezed out from the gaps of the West Asian soldier's teeth. "Today, I will make you regret what you have done."
After adjusting his mood slightly, Qin Fen looked at his opponent calmly. A height of one point eighty-five meters was not considered very tall among martial artists, but it could be called a relatively good height for martial artists. His hands were covered with thick calluses. He should have practiced hard arts like the Iron Palm.
"Regret?" Qin Fen shook his head regretfully. "Only weak and incompetent people will live in regret. I will never regret anything I have done. Even if I have to relive it a hundred times, a thousand times, I will still make the same choice. "
The dialogue between the two was transmitted to the stands. Tens of thousands of spectators who were listening were confused. They didn't know the meaning of the two's words. People could only feel that the recruits from West Asia were exuding an ice-cold killing intent from their bodies.
If it weren't for the recruit tournament's rules, people would have no doubt that these West Asian recruits would have swarmed to attack Qin Fen.
Yang Lie didn't care about the West Asian recruits. He didn't even try to guess what kind of contradiction there was between the two. He just looked at Qin Fen quietly. Although there were other young experts in the first half of the tournament and the chances of encountering Qin Fen were not high, he was still looking forward to fighting with Qin Fen.
Qin Fen's overbearing and creative fighting style in the pistol shooting competition made people look forward to Qin Fen's martial arts performance.
Caesar of the European recruit area looked at Qin Fen calmly.
Both sides were in different zones. If they wanted to fight, they could only have a chance in the finals. However, it was not bad to see the fighting style of the most popular recruit in East Asia.
"Ladies and gentlemen, everyone might not know this Qin Fen very well." A commentator flipped through the information in his hands and said, "Let me give everyone a simple introduction. This is Qin Fen. In the competition two days ago, he courageously won the championship in pistol shooting and semi-automatic rifle among recruits. His wonderful performance is enough to be evaluated as a pioneer in the recruit tournament. "
"That's right, I wonder how he'll perform today?"
"I don't think it's bad. I heard that he broke through dozens of floors in a row. He can be said to be a brute force martial artist. I wonder if he'll use his brute strength with his feet, or if he'll fall to the ground? "
"Only God knows. I've heard that he's a very creative player when it comes to fighting."
The three commentators chimed in one after another, heating up the atmosphere again.
Before the bell for the fight had rung, the West Asian recruit had already taken his stance. The true energy in his meridians had reached a climax. Qin Fen could clearly feel the strength of his opponent, a four-star martial artist.
A four-star? Qin Fen was a bit disappointed. It would be hard to learn anything from such an opponent.
The bell for the fight rang at this moment. The West Asian recruit immediately made his move.
Any West Asian soldier was filled with hatred for Qin Fen. They could not wait to blast him into pieces with their mortars.
Taking a lightning-fast step, his long arm raised the wind and smashed towards Qin Fen's head like a mountain-splitting axe on an ancient battlefield. His pair of iron palms turned from yellow to green. This Iron Sand Palm had been practiced to a certain degree. Although it couldn't split a mountain, it was more than enough to split a rock.
The West Asian uniform was much looser than the East Asian uniform. His arm chopped down with a clattering sound, like a flag waving on an ancient battlefield.
"The speed isn't slow, the strength is firm and fierce, but …"
After fighting more, one's knowledge would naturally increase.
Just by looking at this West Asian recruit's move, Qin Fen knew that this person had indeed put a lot of effort into his Iron Sand Palm. Unfortunately, his lower body was a bit unstable. If this was in the Sky Martial Battle Network, such strength would naturally not be a problem. It was just that bringing such strength to the Recruit Tournament was not enough to look at.
Looking at the falling iron palm, Qin Fen suddenly twisted his ankle! The twisting force drove his waist to bend at the same time. His body slightly twisted, dodging the Iron Sand Palm's Splitting Huashan Mountain and appearing at the side of the West Asian recruit.
"Wow …"
Amidst the uproar of tens of thousands of spectators, the commentator also expressed his emotions, "What day is it today? To think that someone would use the Arhat Fist's Dragon Guard in two consecutive fights!? "
Yang Lie's sword-like eyebrows suddenly raised. As the user of the fitness exercise of fist technique, he had the absolute right to say whether the Dragon Guard was good or bad.
"Is it also the Dragon Fist?" The corner of Yang Lie's mouth carried a faint smile, "If it is really the Dragon Fist, then I hope we can fight and see who is the real dragon in the Twin Dragons Society."
Although the other young martial artists present were not proficient in fitness exercise of fist technique, they could also see that Qin Fen's Dragon Guard was not inferior to Yang Lie's.
Some people even began to simulate whether their attacks could hit Qin Fen using the Dragon Guard if they were placed under the same conditions of strength.
The West Asian recruit was slightly taken aback. It turned out to be the Dragon Guard!? Hearing the sound of a palm cutting through the wind behind him, he suddenly shrunk his head. His entire neck seemed to have shrunk into his abdomen as he rolled forward.
Monkey Shrunk Neck!? Lazy Donkey Roll!? Qin Fen smiled faintly and did not pursue. He had forced the opponent to use the Lazy Donkey Roll. If he pursued and defeated the opponent, it would only make him look petty.
The West Asian recruit stood up. His eyes were filled with anger. To his surprise, the opponent used the fitness exercise of fist technique, Dragon Guard, in coordination with neo karate's hand blade to attack! This East Asian recruit is looking down on me too much!
Pa pa …
The West Asian recruit's feet collided twice as he pounced at Qin Fen like an ape throwing itself into the forest. The Iron Palm in his hand smashed towards Qin Fen's head like a dark cloud.
Qin Fen's mind turned as he lowered his waist and used the Cloud Hand of the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fist. Carrying the West Asian recruit's Iron Palm in his wrist, he dispelled the opponent's strength to the side.
The West Asian recruit had never thought that his opponent would not only dare to use fitness exercise of fist technique, but also the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fist, which was inferior to fitness exercise of fist technique.
In a hurry, the West Asian recruit increased the pressure on his arm, wanting to break Qin Fen's arm.
Kacha …
With a twist of his arms, the West Asian recruit felt a huge sticky force sticking to his wrists. In the next instant, that force seemed to have dug a channel, completely guiding his power, which was akin to a torrential river, to another track.
BANG …
The West Asian recruit's palm hit empty air. His legs rushed several steps before he could stabilize his figure. He turned his head and saw Qin Fen's Pipa Wielding Stance.
"What the hell is going on today?" The commentator's sharp voice was very puzzled. "First, it was Little Dragon King Yang Lie's fitness exercise of fist technique. Now, the East Asian recruit is using the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fist of the Old Man. This double shooting champion's fighting technique is really strange. "
Yang Lie also looked at Qin Fen, puzzled. What is this guy trying to do? He could have easily won just now, why did he use the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fist? Does he want to play with his opponent? No! His character doesn't seem to be the kind of person who likes to play with people.
Qin Fen pulled open the Pipa Wielding Stance and looked at his opponent with an encouraging gaze.
If you don't know softness, how can you know what true hardness is? Qin Fen had been practicing the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fist for some time now, but he didn't have many opportunities to use it in real fights.
In the past, almost all of his fights were life and death struggles. Naturally, he would use all his finishing moves. However, he rarely had the time to stop and use the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fist to fight with others.
Although he could understand how softness gave birth to hardness by practicing the Twenty-Four Simplified Tai Chi Fist, it was still far less than the experience of fighting with others.
Facing an opponent who used the Firm and Fierce Iron Sand Palm, Qin Fen suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity.
Practicing in the highlight of the recruit tournament? If Zhao Huzi knew about this, he would probably be so angry that even his beard would fall off. This could also be said to be the first martial arts event in the recruit tournament, treating the opponent as a sparring partner that could be found without spending money.
The encouraging gaze immediately turned into a provocative gaze when it met the eyes of the West Asian recruit.
There was no need for any verbal provocation. The West Asian recruit once again pounced on Qin Fen and used the Double Peaks Ear-Filling Technique. His two big hands smashed towards Qin Fen's temples from left and right, completely disregarding such a long attack distance. He left his body completely open, leaving him in a defenseless state.
Qin Fen, who was wholeheartedly trying to understand how softness gave birth to hardness, was not willing to use the High Horse Scout to send his opponent flying with a kick. With a small step, his body rushed out half a meter and used the Cloud Hand to resolve the opponent's attack once again.
The West Asian recruit rolled on the ground as he was thrown away again. Suddenly, he put his hand into his pocket and, with his body blocking everyone's line of sight, quickly took out two pills from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth before swallowing them.
This action took advantage of the angle to deceive most people. It also deceived the referee who was enforcing the law on the sidelines, but it could not deceive his opponent, Qin Fen.
"Berserker Pill!?"
A trace of understanding flashed across Qin Fen's eyes. His hatred had reached a certain level, causing this West Asian recruit to resolutely use the Berserker Pill at the risk of being detected by the tournament.
In any event of the recruit tournament, in order to implement the principle of fair competition, the tournament had a clear rule that no drugs were allowed to be used. In the martial arts event, it was clearly stated that the use of Berserker Pill, Armor Pill, and biochemical beasts was not allowed.
Any user who was found to be using such a pill would be immediately disqualified from the tournament.
The West Asian recruit could no longer care so much. The hatred of his comrade-in-arms and the fact that he was beaten to a pulp by an old man's fist during the fight made him unable to vent the anger in his heart.
Following the consumption of the Berserker Pill, the true energy in the body of the West Asian recruit skyrocketed. His four-star strength reached the peak in the blink of an eye. His two palms were as black as charcoal. A trace of sadness flashed across the eyes of the spectating recruits. They all knew what had happened.
Qin Fen was still in the stance of playing the pipa. It was better to take the Berserker Pill, it was more conducive to experiencing the strength of hardness in softness.
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