On the fourth day of the finals, Chen Can arrived at the competition venue early in the morning.

Naturally, I came so early to prevent anyone from causing trouble.

Many of the 120 people who have entered the finals are masters among masters, and many of them are surrounded by desperadoes. There are bound to be casualties in today's competition. It would be bad if some people start killing each other.

, sit in charge yourself to avoid accidents.

Although it was only seven o'clock in the morning, the surrounding area was already bustling with activity. There was a long queue of vendors selling breakfast not far away, and all kinds of smells were mixed in and drifted far away.

Chen Can had just finished eating a shrimp dumpling and was picking his teeth while chatting with the people next to him!

Chen Can was sitting next to a fat man at this time. His name was Huang Facai, the Foshan Patrol Chief, and Li Zhao's direct supervisor.

At this moment, he was holding a tea cup with a smile and chatting with Chen Can.

As a member of a small group, he is the one who gets 20% of the profits in this game. Can Director Huang be unhappy?

At this time, Huang Facai's face was filled with smiles, and he was chatting and laughing with Chen Can!

Chen Can didn't have much fondness for this damn fat man, and he had even considered in his mind whether to kill him before the end of the day.

The reason is very simple. This fat man is greedy. He originally negotiated for 20% of the profit. Last night, the fat man intentionally or unintentionally suggested that his hard work was rewarded and he wanted to share more of the profit.

Chen Can neither agreed nor refused, and finally asked Li Zhao to bring a message to the other party, and he could give him an extra 10% of the profit for the next martial arts tournament.

After getting this promise, this damn fat man is so enthusiastic today.

Chen Can hates the kind of people who try to push their limits the most. This kind of greedy people deserve to die even more!

The reason why Chen Can recruited this damn fat man to join the group is because this fat man is a real local gangster. He also has a cousin who is a division commander under a certain warlord in Guangdong Province. With his cousin, he has been entrenched in the Foshan area for twenty years.

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Chen Can picked up the teacup, took a sip, looked at the crowded crowd around him, and estimated that the game time was almost there, so he looked towards the contestants area.

At this time, one hundred and twenty people had already arrived, and a small half of the area was divided for each other to rest. They were surrounded by many followers.

Chen Can saw at a glance that the red-robed Taoist standing in the corner was the dead demon.

There was no one following him. He stood there alone, with his eyes closed, and no change in his expression could be seen. No one came close to him within a few meters of him.

This guy is a real dark horse. If Chen Can hadn't planned to use the rules to kill the opponent first, otherwise this guy would have definitely entered the top ten, and even the top three.

There are obvious differences between perverts who have come from killings and ordinary martial arts warriors.

I guess this guy also wants to finish in the top three, get some money and continue running away.

Even if he is ranked third, he still has 3,000 yuan. Such a large amount of money is enough for him to continue to live happily for several years.

As the competition approaches, each player has his or her own number plate.

From one to one hundred and twenty, each player is assigned his own number plate.

The four temporary arenas were not built together, but were built in four areas: southeast, northwest and southeast. This way, all the spectators in the surrounding areas could see the exciting competition and prevent interference from other arena competitions.

Soon, the referees in each arena began to draw lots.

"No. 13 vs. No. 67!"

"No. 8 vs. No. 110!"

"No. 22 vs. No. 88!"

"Number ninety-nine versus number sixty!"

Chen Can looked at the player area with a smile. When he heard the shouting, every player subconsciously looked down at the number plate in his hand.

Chen Can is number 120. He is not in a hurry. He has already mentioned that there are hidden rules, so he naturally knows when he will play.

As the referee finished drawing lots, eight contestants walked out of the contestant area one after another, each taking a different stage.

Soon, with a whistle blowing, the game officially started!

After all, he is a master who has entered the finals. The intensity of today's competition is far from what it was in the previous three days.

As soon as the competition started, the eight contestants began to display their special skills. All of a sudden, fists and kicks were exchanged, and it was very lively.

However, among the experts in the finals, there is also a huge gap in their own skills. Some players who have great external skills can almost crush them against players who have only a small amount of external skills. The game can be settled in less than half a minute.

In the first round, a player with great physical strength appeared. He stood almost motionless. The moment the opponent stretched out his fist, he pulled and pulled the opponent's arm. He grabbed the opponent's arm and threw it outside the ring at will.

, the game ended.

Fortunately, the opponent did not have killing intent, otherwise the move just now would have broken the opponent's arm.

The players who were thrown out of the field were also frightened. They got up, raised their hands towards the stage to express their gratitude, and then withdrew from the game in despair.

When Chen Can saw this scene, he nodded with satisfaction. Why was he fighting and killing?

Isn't it just for the sake of harmony and making money? This is a good leek, no, a good player!

As the first contestant to advance appeared, the surrounding crowd burst into deafening cheers!

The contestants who have been promoted will immediately return to the ring to register. On the ring, continue to draw lots and continue the game!

In less than ten minutes, contestants who have advanced to the first round have been born in all four arenas. In some arenas, the second match has already begun in ten minutes!

Time passed minute by minute, but the intensity in the arena continued unabated, and the surrounding people were also talking a lot. There were also many people with red faces and foaming at the mouth discussing certain players. Those people were sure to fall for it at the first sight.

Heavy gambler.

Each round of competition lasts fifteen minutes. If some equally matched opponents cannot complete the competition within fifteen minutes, the referee will select the player with the fewest falls to win.

Although this method is somewhat unfair, those who delay making money are not good players!

Fortunately, this is not a martial arts style. Everyone is in a life-or-death arena match. It is rare that they are evenly matched, and the match lasts for fifteen minutes.

In this low-level world of martial arts, a fifteen-minute match is already a long time. Everyone learns martial arts to kill people, but is it still for physical fitness?

After Chen Can drank his first cup of tea, he finally saw a familiar face, it was Wu Chi Lin.

Obviously, as Chen Can expected, a player like Wu Chilin with a small amount of external strength would not have any suspense and would be killed instantly.

Wu Chi Lin strode forward and kicked the opponent's waist with his sweeping leg, but the opponent only easily took half a step back and dodged the kick accurately.

Wu Chilin still refused to give up, so he stepped forward and punched the opponent's front door with his two fists.

As if the opponent was playing tricks on Wu Chi Lin, he used his palms to rub and guide Wu Chi Lin's fists to move up and down, without exerting any force at all.

The more Wu Chi Lin fought, the more frustrated he became. The more he fought, the more chaotic he became. Gradually, his tactics became chaotic. He swung at the opponent at will, but couldn't hit him at all.

Chen Can looked at this scene and smiled helplessly. Lin, the martial arts idiot, really didn't have a good understanding of martial arts. He had a solid foundation in martial arts since he was a child, but his moves were very rigid and he didn't know how to change them.

With this kind of Kung Fu, you can fight against ordinary people, one against ten, but against a real master, it's just like using a big sword in front of Guan Gong!

Sure enough, the opponent faced Wu Chi Lin and attacked again. His palm was like a snake, passing through Wu Chi Lin's fist shadow, and accurately stamped his palm on Wu Chi Lin's chest.

This palm seemed gentle, but it was so powerful that Wu Chilin instantly lost control of his lower body. He staggered backwards and did not stop until he fell out of the ring and rolled on the ground.

Wu Chilin stood up with a frustrated look on his face, but he was not the kind of person who couldn't afford to lose. He quickly showed gratitude and bowed his hands to the man on the stage!

The other party also smiled and returned the gesture!

When Chen Can saw this palm, he suddenly felt a little interesting!

He seems to have some impression of this person. He is the young master of the Bagua sect of the Yuan family in western Guangdong. His name seems to be Yuan Shuai. He placed bets of more than 4,000 in a single stroke. It is impossible that he has no impression of him.

Chen Can also nodded. It seems that in this world, there are many inherited secret techniques with great research value. Although kung fu has different levels, those unique techniques also have high and low levels.

Chen Can is currently practicing Wing Chun. In fact, in Chen Can's view, Wing Chun is about flexibility, speed, and more emphasis on technique. It is far from being a peerless boxing technique, let alone being invincible like the legend.

The biggest reason why Ip Man is so awesome in this world is that his external strength has reached its peak. There are definitely not many warriors at this level in this world.

Another reason is that Ip Man is very low-key. Over the past few decades, when he actually took action, he only took action a few times. The chance of actually encountering a top master was very low.

If Chen Can hadn't exchanged the inner strength entry in the system, with his previous realm and kung fu, it would be very difficult to enter the top ten in this competition. It would be almost impossible to get the first place.

Fortunately, he is a man who has opened a cheat, so he dares to be so unscrupulous!

As the game continued, Chen Can saw many familiar faces one after another, and Jinshan Xunya finally appeared.

The person he was fighting against was also a master of external strength. He was the bald monk who appeared on the first day.

Both of them were strong and strong. This competition was so exciting that most of the eyes around them were focused on the two of them.

In fact, the kung fu learned by Jinshan has no trace of systematic learning, and the things learned are also very complicated, and there is no kung fu passed down from one line.

During the fight, he didn't stick to trivial matters, using both his hands and feet. It was a completely open and wide style of fighting. He was extremely fierce, and what he focused on was that a powerful force would produce miracles!

The bald monk's six roots were obviously unclean. Although he was not as perverted as the dead demon, he also had a small beard, so he was obviously not a serious monk either.

The opponent was a serious Shaolin Kungfu practitioner, using Skanda Boxing. The opponent's steps were steady and his punches were fierce. He was unable to give in at all against Jinshan Zhao.

Skanda Boxing is the boxing method of Southern Shaolin. In this world, there are Northern and Southern Shaolin, both of which belong to the same origin. However, after thousands of years of changes, Southern Shaolin has declined and is far less prosperous than Northern Shaolin.

Watching the two people going back and forth, Chen Can nodded from time to time. A tough man versus a tough guy. This is the competition that men should watch.

However, such a fierce duel consumes too much physical energy. Although it is temporarily satisfying to open and close, it is really painful, and the damage value of punches to the flesh is also quite high.

In less than ten minutes, both of them were already defeated. Jinshan received no less than five punches in the face, his lips were split, and his mouth was filled with the salty taste of blood.

The wild monk opposite was even worse. His hair was messy, his face was swollen, and one of his eyes was so beaten that he could only half-squint his eyes to see the world. His robe was also torn in half, exposing half of his arm, which was also covered in bruises.

Although both sides were evenly matched, it was obvious that Jin Shan Zhao was more powerful. The reason was very simple. Jin Shan Zhao's kung fu was unrestrained and he used both hands and feet. The opponent could not resist with only one hand of Wei Tuo Fist.
To be continued...