"Dang!"
The match officially began.
"Please!"
Sunspot looked at his opponent with a serious expression and cupped his fists.
The Burmese fighter looked at him with a strange expression and then said in broken Chinese, "My boss said … let me kill you."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled "bang". Sunspot felt the ring tremble violently. The next moment, an arm wrapped in hemp rope was in front of him!
A distance of five meters in an instant. What a shocking speed!
It was a very direct and wild move. He swung his arm and smashed it head-on.
The swinging of the arm actually caused the wind to howl. The power of this blow was not to be underestimated!
The opponent suddenly attacked with extreme speed. Sunspot had no way to avoid it. He could only raise his arms to block.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Hei Zi, who was more than 1.8 meters tall, was smashed into the ring by the short Burmese fighter, who was less than 1.6 meters tall.
The surrounding audience was stunned.
Sunspot who was smashed into the ground had a cold sweat on his head.
This Burmese fighter's arm strength … was simply incredible. He felt like he was smashed by a large iron weight. Both of his arms were numb!
What was even worse was that although his knee that was kicked by Pei Feng had already healed, it had only just healed. It was impossible for him to withstand such a huge force. This was the most important reason why he had no confidence in himself.
After being smashed into the ground, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of the Burmese fighter's mouth.
When an expert made a move, one test was enough to know his depth. This person … was not his opponent at all.
Moreover, his right leg was shaking violently. It was obvious that it had an old injury!
Before Hei Zi could even struggle to stand up, another powerful and heavy arm smashed down. With a loud bang, Hei Zi let out a muffled groan, and his entire body became shorter by another 10 centimeters. His figure even looked a little crooked.
The third hit!
The fourth hit!
Sunspot's right knee joint could no longer withstand such a huge force. His leg went soft and he lost his balance. Sunspot fell onto the stage in a sorry state.
The sharp sound of the wind rang out once more. Sunspot, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly narrowed his eyes. His hands moved to protect his right knee – the opponent's low sweeping kick … was actually aimed at his old sore spot, his right knee!
The strength of the legs is much greater than the strength of the arms.
This ferocious and heavy low sweep directly kicked Sunspot into the air, and he fell heavily to the side of the stage.
Sunspot let out a muffled groan, his face as pale as paper. He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up.
His left hand felt like it was being torn apart, and his right knee was in excruciating pain. He could not exert any strength at all. His bones were hard, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat from the pain, but he still did not make a sound.
A black shadow approached in an instant.
It was another low sweeping kick. It was extremely vicious, aiming for his genitals!
If this kick landed, he would die!
Taking Luo Sanli's face into consideration, Sunspot could not surrender. He could only desperately resist. Even being kicked out of the stage was better than surrendering.
He tried his best to put on the most reasonable defensive posture, trying to protect his genitals. Unexpectedly, the Burmese boxer's fast sweeping kick suddenly changed direction and swept toward his exposed head like lightning!
Everything happened in a split second, and it was too late to react. With a "crack" sound, the Burmese boxer's leg, which was tied with hemp rope, heavily kicked Sunspot's jaw. His whole body flew out of the stage like a broken sack. He slumped to the cement floor and did not move anymore.
"Sunspot –!"
Luo Sanli's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly stood up, "Go, go! Help Sunspot over! "
Everyone had heard the terrifying sound just now. Right now, he was no longer thinking about the outcome of the match. Instead, he was worried about Blackie's life and death!
After all, Sunspot had been with him for so long, and he did not want Sunspot to die here.
"Hahahaha! Master Luo, what kind of trash did you bring? He can't even fight back, and he's already down with just a few punches and kicks? This is so f * cking boring! "
Arrogant shouts came from the opposite side.
"Motherf * cker! Fatty Zhao, just you wait –! "
Luo Sanli looked at Du Jiuye with a livid face, "Nine Masters."
Du Jiuye nodded with a gloomy face, and turned to the Qian Fengnian and the hook-nosed man, "Master Qian, Master Zhong, which one of you wants to fight?"
He was the one who invited the Qian Fengnian, and the hook-nosed man was Zhong Beiwang, a well-known martial arts master in the Jing Hua District, who was invited by Yun Moshan.
"This man is a top Burmese martial arts master with iron arms and iron legs. He is extremely fierce. I … I'm no match for him. I'm sorry, Nine Masters, Master Yun."
At this critical moment, this Zhong Beiwang actually threw in the towel and admitted defeat!
Why did they spend so much money to invite him here?!
Du Jiuye and Yun Moshan glared at him, their faces livid.
In public, they could not say anything, or they would be laughed at by other big shots in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai, which was definitely unacceptable.
Face … was the most important thing for people like them.
"Nine Masters, I'll go."
The Qian Fengnian on the side spoke.
"Are you confident?"
Du Jiuye stared at him and asked in a low voice.
If they lost two rounds in a row, and to this Fatty Zhao, they would lose all their face!
"I didn't expect there to be an Internal Force master among the Burmese people. What an eye-opener …"
The Qian Fengnian's face was as calm as still water. He said slowly, word by word, "But Nine Masters, don't worry, I'll do my best! I'm more than 70% sure that I can win against him! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped into the air like a big bird. He flew over the seats and the audience on the sixth floor and landed beside the ring.
Then, he kicked the ground with both feet and flew into the air like an arrow, landing gently on the ring.
As soon as these two moves were made, cheers came from all around.
Burmese martial arts masters were good, but they were foreigners after all. The footwork and body movements of the Qian Fengnian when he left his seat and got onto the ring were elegant and light, revealing the typical and pure style of Huaxia martial arts. It immediately resonated with everyone.
Most people still hoped that he could win. After all, this annual competition … was still a stage for Huaxia.
Seeing that the Qian Fengnian had extraordinary skills, the Burmese martial arts master's eyes turned serious. He put his palms together and bowed slightly to the Qian Fengnian.
Qian Fengnian's expression was solemn as he slowly took the starting stance of the orthodox Xingyi Quan and said in a deep voice, "Come!"
The Qian Fengnian was the successor of the Xing Yi Sect. The fist technique he practiced was called "Xing Yi Liu He Quan". He had been practicing it for more than 20 years.
The Xing Yi Liu He Quan emphasized the unity of heart and mind, the unity of mind and qi, the unity of qi and strength, the unity of shoulders and hips, the unity of elbows and knees, and the unity of hands and feet.
Rumor had it that a master who had practiced the Xing Yi Liu He Quan to an extremely high level would be able to become one with the body. His movements would be as smooth as flowing water, and his strength would be as swift as his heart. He could also fight alone against a group of heroes.
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