The World Martial Arts Competition.
The arena.
Out of respect for martial artists, most martial artists only had to compete once a day.
Even so, there were news of both martial artists being injured and having to withdraw from the competition.
It was said that in the periphery, the bets of the major martial artists had already surpassed any of the world's competitions, and martial arts reigned supreme.
Of course, the odds for first place were very low. Most of the bets were on Tang Long.
But other than that, one could bet on the runner-up, third place, top four, top eight, and top sixteen.
Today, Chung Shen-soo was going to fight Li San, the Flower Fist of Group D.
Li San practiced the Hundred Flower Fist, a martial arts sect in the south. Although the name was a bit girly, it had countless killer moves.
Moreover, he was also one of the top three in his friend circle. Chung Shen-soo had met him as soon as he debuted, so he could sense the malicious intent behind the competition.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Many cameras and flashes started working at the same time. A large number of reporters and puppies gathered in the tunnel leading to the arena, but they were blocked by Bai Yu and his bodyguards.
Finally, Chung Shen-soo walked into the arena, feeling the enthusiastic cheers of the audience.
"Kid, I, Li San, will teach you a lesson today. I'll let you know the price of talking big."
Li San clenched his fists, his expression cold.
"Please!"
Chung Shen-soo didn't say much, he raised his right hand.
Li San let out a low roar, his Qi and blood surged, leaving many afterimages on the arena.
This was the Hundred Flower Fist's secret technique, the Hundred Flower Step. It was said to be the most dazzling move among the flowers.
In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be countless Li Sans on the arena, attacking from all directions.
"Flashy but impractical."
Chung Shen-soo shook his head, too lazy to look at his opponent's real body. He let the storm of attacks fall on him.
The Hundred Flower Fist's power combined with Qi and blood could even turn an iron man into a metal plate. But at this moment, only a rumbling sound could be heard.
Chung Shen-soo's expression was calm, he didn't even move his feet.
The audience and the judge kept exclaiming. To him, this was the best battlefield to harvest Tenxiu Point.
50%... 70%... 90%... 100%!
Very quickly, one Tenxiu Point was harvested, and he quickly began to accumulate another one.
"This feeling is so good …"
Chung Shen-soo narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, as if Li San was just giving him a massage.
When he felt that the growth of the Tenxiu Point had slowed down, he chuckled and looked at the horrified Li San. "Are you tickling me? Now, either you stand and admit defeat, or you lie down and be judged to have lost! Choose one for yourself. "
"Dream on."
Li San let out a wild roar. His protective Qi and blood erupted to the peak, and he heavily struck out one last punch with an indomitable determination.
Pa!
Chung Shen-soo casually grabbed his fist and tossed it out of the arena.
Li San was like a broken gunny sack. He spun a few rounds in midair before falling to the ground, looking battered and exhausted.
"Brother Hua's martial arts are indeed unfathomable."
Below the arena, Tie Zhongtian and Xue Tao's expressions showed that they had expected this. The other martial artists in their circle of friends were all stunned.
"This … Even Old Tie might not have such a strong hard body, right?"
Li San was one of the three giants, and yet he was defeated so easily. Not to mention his hard body technique, which was simply earth-shattering. Even if they went up, they would not be able to gain any advantage.
Amidst the shock, they actually felt a little bit of admiration for Chung Shen-soo.
"Good martial arts. If it was bare-handed, I would not have the slightest confidence …" Yang Kaishan sighed. "Only if we compete with weapons will we have a chance."
This martial arts competition did not prohibit the use of cold weapons. However, if one side insisted on using cold weapons and the other side insisted on not using cold weapons, they would have to flip a coin to decide.
…
Martial Artist Association.
Tang Minggao looked at the real-time broadcast of the surveillance video, and the muscles on his face twitched. "What a strong hard body technique. Flower Fist Li San is also an expert among martial artists, but he could not break through his defense."
He suddenly became vigilant. After thinking for a while, he walked out of the office and arrived at a huge dojo.
This dojo was covered with bamboo mats and occupied a large area. In the spacious dojo, there was only one person sitting in the middle.
Behind him, there was a huge "Dragon" character!
At that moment, as if sensing someone approaching, he suddenly opened his eyes.
At that moment, Tang Minggao could not help but tremble.
Even though he knew that the person sitting opposite him was his relative, he still felt like he was facing a god. Even his calves and stomach were trembling.
"Thirteenth Uncle, what's the matter?"
Tang Long looked very young, as if he was only twenty years old. Time had not left any traces on him. At that moment, whether it was martial arts, qi, or even confidence, he was at the peak of his life.
What was even rarer was the aura of being the world's number one!
No matter who he was facing, he would feel a little guilty because he was facing the true number one in the world!
"There are many strong opponents in this world's number one martial arts competition. I recorded them …"
Tang Minggao unconsciously bent down and lowered his voice. "One of them is Hua Wu, the junior of that dead leftover Niu Dingtian. Do you think I should …"
"No need!"
Tang Long stood up. "I'm a martial artist! The world's number one martial artist dares to seek revenge on me. I admire him and give him this chance … If he can stand in the finals, I will personally kill him! "
"Your opponent this time is not simple …"
Tang Minggao wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
"I'm invincible." Tang Long sighed. "You don't understand … the loneliness of being invincible."
"Then I'll take my leave."
Tang Minggao could not stand his opponent's increasingly powerful aura and had to leave the dojo.
After thinking for a while, he took out his phone and dialed a number. "Hello … Professor Su? Did you watch Hua Wu's match? I think it's an excellent sample and will be very helpful in perfecting our super soldier plan … What? Won't it be troublesome? It's his honor to be able to dedicate himself to the cause of science and humanity. There's no reason for him not to do so. Alright … it's settled then. "
Tang Minggao hung up the phone with a cold smile on his face.
It was not that he was afraid of Tang Long's failure, but he simply could not stand the sight of Niu Dingtian's junior.
Moreover, even if Hua Wu's martial arts were not bad, Tang Minggao did not think that Hua Wu could advance to the finals.
After all, there were countless experts among the martial artists.
If he could make it to the finals and stand in front of Tang Long, it was almost certain that he would at least be the world's number two martial artist!
"Wait a little longer. When the super soldier plan is completely successful, even the most powerful martial artist will be useless … Hua Wu, oh Hua Wu, you're destined to be a human experiment, haha …"
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