"Huo Wuyong is a Martial Perfection …"
Zhou He added, "He could break through to Martial Master at any time."
"According to the schedule, I will meet a Level Six Martial Artist in the semi-finals and Huo Wuyong in the finals … At that time, I can break through to a Martial Artist before fighting."
Fang Xian said, "But I suggest you bet on me for second place. The price of first place is too high. Not only is Huo Wuyong difficult to fight, but also his background. If the compensation is not enough, it won't cover the cost of defeating him …"
This kid has a strong background. Although the global competition would be fair on the surface and there might not be revenge after the competition, the potential risks must be considered.
All these must be included in the cost!
"Sometimes … I really wonder if you are only seventeen years old …" Zhou He sighed, "But second place in the individual competition is not bad. The principal is so happy …"
…
In the Freshmen Competition, the semi-finals of the individual competition were uneventful.
Naturally, Huo Wuyong successfully advanced, and Fang Xian also dealt with a guy who was only a Level 6 Martial Artist.
According to the original arrangement of the competition, the most popular Huo Wuyong and Xiao Linger would meet in the finals and stage a fierce battle. In the end, Xiao Linger ran into Luo Yi, the big dark horse, and was directly defeated.
However, the news seemed to be hyped up even more.
A Martial Perfection Martial Artist against a Martial Perfection Martial Artist was a rare situation.
Almost all the Martial Dao experts and commentators affirmed Luo Yi's amazing talent, but only a few thought that he could defeat Huo Wuyong.
Night fell.
On the eve of the finals.
In the training room of the competition venue.
Fang Xian sat cross-legged with white mist above his head. He was breaking through to the Martial Artist realm.
Martial Artists cultivated the Twelve Standard Meridians, while Martial Artists opened the Eight Extraordinary Meridians!
The last time, Luo Yi suffered a huge setback at this stage, and even lost his life in the process.
If it was an ordinary Martial Artist, even if he could survive, he would most likely be haunted by inner demons and have no hope of breaking through for the rest of his life.
But for Fang Xian?
He channeled his basic inner force, and his true Qi surged through his Twelve Standard Meridians. Suddenly, it surged to a point and opened up a brand new acupoint. This was the Shenmai acupoint where the Yang Heel Meridian started!
Once this acupuncture point was fixed, a series of crackling sounds came from Fang Xian's body. This meant that he had broken through the shackles of a martial artist and entered the cultivation stage of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
'The amount of true qi that the Eight Extraordinary Meridians can hold is much higher than the Twelve Standard Meridians … The inner force brought about by the Basic Inner Force Skill is indeed neutral and peaceful …'
Fang Xian could not help but mutter to himself as he felt the changes in his True Qi.
The foundation of this set of Internal Strength was not bad. Furthermore, it was very compatible. When one reached Martial Artist Perfection, it could be perfectly combined with any Internal Strength Cultivation Technique.
In reality, even though the Eastern State's Academy of Technician Academy was shabby, Fang Xian had a knack for making money, so it was not like he could not afford to buy advanced techniques.
However, even if it was a Peerless Divine Technique, the Martial Student and Martial Artist stages still focused on the cultivation of meridians, which was only slightly stronger than the basic Inner Force. Moreover, Fang Xian had already made up his mind to transfer schools.
After transferring to a famous martial arts university, what kind of Divine Technique would he not have? Now, he still had to pay for it himself. Wasn't that stupid?
Anyway, at the current stage, these low-level and mid-level Martial Techniques were barely enough, and that was enough.
…
At the venue of the finals.
"Contestant, come onto the stage!"
Amidst the sea of cheers from the audience, Fang Xian strolled onto the stage and saw his opponent, the Level Eight Martial Artist, Huo Wuyong!
This person was very tall, with a buzz cut and a handsome face, somewhat similar to Huo Feilong.
At this moment, he looked at Fang Xian with some pity. "The difference between our levels is too big, you can't win."
"Not necessarily. Xiao Linger had the same thoughts as you, but she lost …"
Fang Xian smiled brightly. He did not know that as he said this, in the resting area of Martial God University, a pretty girl was tearing up after being lectured by her teacher.
The referee looked at both sides and announced loudly, "Contestants choose!"
"Punches and kicks!"
Huo Wuyong waved his hand and said generously, "Since you've been fighting empty-handed, I won't take advantage of you!"
"Okay!"
Fang Xian nodded and suddenly sent a telepathic message, Dear, do you want a fake fight service? I can reserve all kinds of losing positions, and I guarantee you will be satisfied … As long as you give me the first prize after the fight, it's really not expensive!
Huo Wuyong was speechless.
He first looked around guiltily and realized that even the referee was not paying attention. He could not help but feel a chill in his heart and secretly replied, Secret telepathic message? You're a martial artist now? How can I be that kind of person … If I, Huo Wuyong, want something, I will only take it back in a dignified manner. You're insulting me! I won't fake a fight. Even if I, Huo Wuyong, die in battle, even if I embarrass myself in front of the whole world, I will never give you money to fake a fight! No … How can I lose?
"Sigh … Okay!"
Fang Xian sighed and stopped in his tracks.
In an instant, he appeared in front of Huo Wuyong and used the Divine Armament Leopard Tail to hook Huo Wuyong's lower body.
"Oh no! How can his Qinggong be so fast? "
At this moment, many people were shocked.
Of course, Huo Wuyong took his opponent in the finals very seriously. He had specially watched all of Luo Yi's competition videos and thought that he knew this opponent very well.
Although he was surprised that Luo Yi had become a martial artist today, it was still within his expectations.
However, he never would have thought that Fang Xian had been hiding his strength all this time! This was just the tip of the iceberg!
A sharp pain came from his right calf. Huo Wuyong's vision darkened as he felt his body losing its center of gravity. He could not help but fall into the ring.
"Ahhh!"
He roared and his chest seemed to have expanded a few times as he fired a True Qi Cannon at the ring.
Using this force, he finally stabilized his body and quickly retreated.
"What did we just see? True Qi Release! " The commentator's excited voice was heard. "Contestant Huo Wuyong faced Luo Yi's stunning kick and managed to release True Qi that only a Xiantian Martial Master can do! Although it was a little tricky, it is enough to show that he is talented! "
"Green Dragon Divine Skill, Dragon God Eight Strikes!"
Huo Wuyong took a few steps back. His back was already covered in cold sweat. He no longer dared to underestimate this opponent and used his family's secret skill.
The Green Dragon Divine Skill was the Huo family's secret skill. It was not inferior to the secret skills of famous universities. It even had a special martial skill!
Once he used the Dragon God Eight Strikes, he seemed to have transformed into a strange man with eight arms. Each palm was either clenched into a fist or formed a seal … forming a perfect defensive circle.
However, a silhouette that resembled a loach actually made its way into the circle amidst the palm shadows that filled the sky.
It was Luo Yi!
His body folded like a paper man. He made all kinds of unimaginable dodging movements and arrived in front of Huo Wuyong. With a Golden Snake Wrapping Wrist, he grabbed both of Huo Wuyong's arms.
The palm shadows that filled the sky retracted.
At this moment, whether it was the Martial God University's teachers or some big shots from Interstellar Airlines, they all crushed the teacups in their hands. "Not good … the flaw in Wuyong's moves has been caught?"
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