When the half naked youth heard this, he actually forgot about his current situation and laughed without restraint.
Luo Ping and Zhang Juyin's' elimination match 'was watched by many, but there were even more who did not see it. The half naked youth was one of those who did not watch, which was why he was so disdainful.
Some of the spectators who knew Luo Ping's true strength looked at the half naked youth as if they were looking at an idiot, showing a sympathetic gaze.
"If you don't believe me, then accept the challenge." Luo Ping urged again.
"Okay, this young master agrees. But the time of the match, let's set it before the finals."
"Okay, as you wish, the elimination match will be held before the finals."
"Cousin Jiangbo, can I trouble you to write an agreement for him to sign, lest he goes back on his word. I want to bring cousin Xiuxiu back to treat her injuries. "
"Okay, you go first."
After speaking, Luo Ping carried Chen Xiuxiu and left, preparing to go back and apply medicine to her injuries.
As for Zhao Jiangbo and the rest, they stayed behind to watch the half naked youth sign. Although it was not a life and death agreement, it could still restrict the other party to prevent him from going back on his word.
Luo Ping hurriedly carried Chen Xiuxiu back home. At this time, due to the exhaustion from the match, Chen Xiuxiu had fallen asleep.
Gently placing her on the bed, he began to search for the 'Golden Sore Medicine'. At this time, Xing 'er had already prepared a hot towel and began to help wipe the wound.
After an incense stick's time, the wound was treated, but Chen Xiuxiu still did not wake up. Her face was pale and she looked tired.
Thus, Luo Ping sat by the bed and accompanied her, tightly holding her hand, not letting go for a moment.
"Ah!"
Half an hour later, Chen Xiuxiu moaned and slowly opened her eyes.
She turned her head and saw Luo Ping smiling at her, holding her hand with both of his hands. She smiled sweetly and asked, "Cousin Ping, how long have I slept?"
"You slept for almost half an hour."
Luo Ping gently replied.
"Ah, I slept for so long? Then cousin Ping, will you miss the afternoon match? "
Because she was too excited, she almost sat up, once again affecting her wound, causing her to grimace in pain.
"Don't move, lie down. Don't worry. When I carried you back, the competition wasn't over yet. It's still early. I'm accompanying you. "
Luo Ping helped her lie down again, covered her with the blanket and sat down.
"Cousin Ping, that person is very powerful. Although he is not as strong as Zhang Juyin, his strength is very strong. Moreover, the strength of his swordsmanship is very strong. When you fight with him, you must be careful."
Although Chen Xiuxiu knew that Luo Ping's current strength was enough to crush a peak Martial Master, she still reminded him.
"Don't worry, this person isn't dangerous to me. At that time, I'll make him regret his actions today."
"Puchi!"
Chen Xiuxiu suddenly smiled, revealing deep dimples on her cheeks. Between her bright eyes and white teeth, there was an indescribable charm.
"What's wrong? What's so funny? "
"I just think that you're quite cute when you're serious and gentle."
"Hehe, thanks for the compliment. Alright, Cousin Xiuxiu, have a good rest. I'm going to the competition. I'll come and see you after the competition."
"Good luck, Cousin Ping. I wish you victory and a triumphant return. Ouch."
As she spoke, she stretched out her arm to cheer him on, only to feel a sharp pain.
"Alright, be careful. I'm leaving." After speaking, he turned and left the room.
Looking at the departing figure, Chen Xiuxiu smiled sweetly. Then, she stared at the curtains on the bed without blinking. No one knew what she was thinking.
Originally, Luo Ping was the fourth batch to fight in the afternoon. If it wasn't for the competition's rules that required all participants to gather at the designated area, he would have accompanied his cousin for a while longer.
Now, he could only go to the assembly area first. Arriving at the arena, Luo Yuntian and the others asked about Chen Xiuxiu's current situation. After finding out that she was fine, they chatted and waited for the competition to begin.
At 1 pm, the competition officially began. Luo Ping smiled and walked towards the arena. At this moment, there was already a fierce man standing there.
He had a wide forehead and a square face with thick eyebrows and round eyes. His face was resolute and he was tall and powerful. His upper body was bare, revealing his explosive muscles. Meng Nan's hands were empty and he did not have any weapons. He stood there quietly like a majestic mountain.
Seeing Luo Ping stand still, the fierce man cupped his fist and said loudly, "My name is Geng Zhi. I live in the countryside. Because my family didn't have any secret martial arts manuals for me to practice, I could only train my body since young. I practiced the fist technique 'Black Tiger Fist' that even a three year old child would know. When I fight, I don't use any weapons. My fists are invincible."
The fierce man looked at Luo Ping again and continued, "I see that your body is thin and weak. I don't think you can take more than a few of my fists. You should admit defeat."
Although Luo Ping's body was already very strong, he didn't have a muscular body. Compared to the fierce man in front of him, he was indeed quite weak.
Feeling the sincerity in the fierce man's tone, Luo Ping smiled and said, "Thank you brother Geng. Although my body can't be compared to brother Geng, I still hope to have a real fight."
As he spoke, he threw the sword behind him to the edge of the arena. The first rate sword from before was destroyed in the fight with Zhang Juyin. This sword was given to him by his father. It was also a first rate weapon.
The fierce man was slightly stunned.
"Brother Luo, you want to fight me without a weapon? You'll be at a disadvantage. How about this, I'll only use one hand and only one fist. "As he spoke, he put his left hand behind his back.
Luo Ping looked at the fierce man and smiled helplessly. No wonder he was called Geng Zhi.
Knowing that he couldn't change his opponent's mind, he didn't say anything else. "Brother Geng, let's begin."
As soon as he spoke, the two moved at the same time.
Seeing his opponent use a fist technique, Luo Ping also used the 'Divine Ape Fist'. In the blink of an eye, two fists, one big and one small, collided.
With a 'peng', the two separated and took two steps back. Their faces were filled with shock.
For the fierce man, although he only practiced the most basic 'Black Tiger Fist', he had practiced it for more than ten years and was already at the peak of perfection.
Moreover, his strength was incomparably strong. His arm strength was at least eight to nine hundred pounds. Yet his opponent was able to take his punch with such a thin body.
In Luo Ping's mind, it was because he ate the 'Spirit Fortifying Pill' from his old master that his body's potential was stimulated. His opponent didn't have a heaven-defying pill, but he still had such arm strength. It was clear that he had been practicing hard.
Both of them had their own thoughts, but they didn't speak and continued to fight.
Although the 'Black Tiger Fist' was a basic fist technique, Geng Zhi had been practicing it for more than ten years. Every punch contained his own understanding and extension.
Although Luo Ping had only practiced the 'Divine Ape Fist' for a short time, it was still a second rate fist technique. Moreover, it focused on strength and flexibility.
Both of their fist techniques had their own merits, but at this moment, they were evenly matched. When their fists collided, it was a collision of strength. Meng Nan did not care about his promise to give up a hand. He threw out both of his fists, each of his fists creating wind.
"Peng, peng, peng" Their fists constantly emitted sounds. They didn't use any movement techniques and just immersed themselves in a battle of strength.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already exchanged more than fifty blows. It was as if they had discussed it beforehand. After exchanging blows once more, the two of them tacitly took two steps back and stopped.
The fierce man suddenly laughed mischievously, "Brother Luo, I really didn't expect you to have such strength with such a small body. I really admire you." Then he cupped his fists and bowed.
"Brother Geng, you flatter me. I just borrowed some external factors to have such strength. Unlike you, Brother Geng, you obtained it through your own hard work. Brother Geng, you are the one who deserves my admiration."
Luo Ping also cupped his fists and bowed.
"No, no, no. Brother Luo deserves my admiration."
"Brother Geng deserves my admiration."
"Brother Luo deserves my admiration."
"Brother Geng deserves my admiration."
… … …
"Are you done yet? We're here to watch the competition, not to watch you flatter each other. Are you going to fight or not?"
The spectators couldn't stand it anymore and sent out representatives to criticize them.
The two on the stage stopped and tidied up their clothes. They shook their heads and acted as if nothing had happened. Then they looked at the spectators at the same time.
"Who shouted?"
The fierce man was furious. Even though he was only fifteen years old, he had a domineering aura about him.
"Shua!" The spectators moved back, creating a circular area. A man with triangular eyes, a hollow nose, a pointy mouth and a monkey-like face stood there alone.
He turned around and cursed, "Fuck, I've been betrayed. People's hearts are really not what they used to be."
Then he turned around and smiled. He didn't look angry at all. His expression changed so quickly that it made people speechless.
"Hehe, Brother Meng, please calm down. I've been having a fever recently and my mind is not clear. I don't even know what I'm talking about. Did I offend you? If I did, I'll scram immediately. "
He wanted to leave after speaking.
"Stop, did I say you could leave?" Geng Zhi shouted.
The triangular eyed man had just taken two steps when he heard the voice. He immediately stopped and turned around, only to see Meng Zhi waving at him.
He reluctantly walked to the edge of the ring and stood there, trembling.
"Brother Luo, how do you want to deal with this brat? We can't just beat him up right?"
Geng Zhi asked Luo Ping. The triangular eyed man was so scared that his legs went soft and he almost fell to the ground. He had seen the power of Meng Zhi's fists. If he was beaten up, his entire body would be paralyzed.
"Brother Geng, in my opinion, let him run a few laps around the stage and shout 'Geng Ping is mighty'. What do you think?"
He knew that Meng Zhi was a kind person and wasn't good at bullying others. Luo Ping could only take his place and be the bad guy.
"Good, that's a good idea."
Meng Nan laughed foolishly, then frowned as if he had thought of something.
"But what if he runs away? Our competition isn't over yet. We can't watch him. "
"That's simple. We can find someone to watch him. Brother Geng, do you have someone you know? If not, I can help you find someone." Luo Ping said without changing his expression.
"No need to find someone, we'll help watch him. If he tries to run, we'll catch him."
"Yes, we'll help watch him."
The spectators never thought that things were small. They added fuel to the fire and were happy to help others.
"That's good. Do you hear me? Run ten laps around the stage, no, fifteen laps. At the same time, shout my name and Brother Luo's name. Go."
The triangular eyed man saw that he didn't need to be beaten up, so he didn't dare to hesitate. He ran away like a wisp of smoke, causing the crowd to laugh.
Everyone saw a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks running laps around the stage. He even shouted: "Geng Zhi is mighty, Luo Ping is mighty."
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