Author: purple water

Zhao Tong opened the folding fan with a "swish" sound on the ring, then walked slowly to the front of the ring, looking at the green forest heroes.

He said calmly: "Don't let cats and dogs come up to fight. You'd better weigh your own weight before coming up. If there are people who don't overestimate their own abilities, don't blame me for being ruthless and ruthless."

Everyone below saw his arrogant look, and their teeth were itching with hatred, but they had no choice but to be inferior in skills, and no one wanted to die on stage in vain, so they could only curse in their hearts, they have never shown mercy to a lecher like you before.

At this moment, the sound of "Immeasurable Life Buddha" suddenly sounded, and then a deep voice said: "Young monk is not talented, come here to learn the profound martial arts of the benefactor."

As he was talking, a monk jumped up on the ring. This monk had an unlucky face. He was tall, neither fat nor thin. He was wearing a gray monk's robe and had no weapons in his hands.

Zhao Tong looked the monk up and down and pointed with his folding fan: "Do monks also want to find an official position?"

The monk shook his head and said, "That's not the case. It's just that the young monk saw the benefactor fighting with his bare hands, and he was very happy to see the benefactor. He wanted to show off his skills with the benefactor!"

Zhao Tong nodded and said, "Do monks also practice boxing?"

The monk shook his head and said: "The young monk doesn't have as strong a fist as the donor, so the young monk practices his claws!"

"Claw training?" Zhao Tong said, "Eagle Claw Kung Fu?"

The monk shook his head and said, "The donor will know after you try it!"

Zhao Tong sneered: "Since the monk doesn't know good from evil, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

The monk said with a bitter face: "The young monk just wants to compete with the benefactor in martial arts. If he loses, the benefactor will show mercy."

Zhao Tong said: "Why are you talking nonsense? Why don't you take action!"

He was somewhat interested in this monk and wanted to see if he was really good at claw skills, or if he was just a name and secretly using some evil tricks, so he couldn't let him go.

I just heard the monk pronounce the Buddha's name, and then the sole of his foot slipped, and he actually used a strange footwork, like a loach swimming, and he quickly came closer.

This monk does use claws, but it is not an eagle claw technique, but a claw technique like grappling.

I saw that his steps were like a loach, his body was like a snake, his upper claws locked his throat, and his lower claws attacked his abdomen, and the wind was blowing, and he was heading towards Zhao Tao.

Zhao Tong was interested in watching his martial arts skills, so he did not fight back. He just used his magical power to change his martial arts. With only five points out of ten, he had already made the monk unable to get his hands on his clothes.

The monk's hand and claw skills are very exquisite, and the audience bursts into applause. This martial arts skill can be used against swords and guns with bare hands.

Zhao Tong has gone through seven or eight moves with him, and has roughly figured out the monk's skills. It is indeed a martial art such as capturing, and has nothing to do with the eagle claw technique.

At this time, someone in the audience shouted: "This master uses the dragon claw hand from Shaoshishan."

Another person had the courage to shout: "Master, kill this adulterer and eliminate harm for the people!"

The monk was neither surprised nor happy when he heard this, but his face remained gloomy and meticulous, and he steadily attacked Zhao Tong with his dragon claw hand.

When the monk reached the thirty-ninth move, Zhao Tong chuckled and suddenly took action. There was nothing fancy about it, he just punched straight into the monk's middle door.

His dominating boxing is indeed as Li Zhu said, it is just a matter of hard strength in practicing the boxing, and there are no specific moves. Everything is based on adaptability.

However, that is only the Ba Fist that Li Zhu knows. Zhao Tao has actually made some changes to this fist, but it will not be easily exposed. Now that the Divine Movement has been fused and formed, coupled with the Ba Fist, he basically no longer needs to use his sleeves. With a medium or short sword, you can easily defeat the enemy.

When he punched out, the monk immediately looked solemn and met him with a move.

The monk's move was wide open and closed at a very fast speed. It was a unique move in the dragon's claw hand. It was called the Heart-piercing Dragon Claw Hand, and it fiercely grabbed Zhao Tong's fist.

The fists and claws met instantly, making a dull sound, and the monk actually grabbed Zhao Tong's fist!

This time, it was not like the two people who challenged before, whose hands were directly opened and broken by Zhao Tao, but actually blocked.

Everyone in the audience held their breath when they saw this scene, and even the heroes who were watching in front of the ring nearby also looked over.

In the flower tent, Wang Qing leaned out, looking very interested.

Li Zhu said: "Dragon Claw Hand is a martial art that specializes in finger-grabbing strength. The main moves are grabbing and tearing. Although the strength is far inferior to Ba Fist, the flexibility is not comparable to Ba Fist."

Zhao Tong looked at the monk with a half-smile but not a smile. He had already seen the dragon claw hand thoroughly. In fact, there were only eighteen moves in total. The monk was already using it for the third time.

He wanted to secretly learn this martial art after seeing the monk take action, but he was afraid that the monk would hide his secret, so he only hit more than thirty moves. Now he secretly calculated in his mind that the first eighteen moves of Dragon Claw Hand were quite coherent, and it seemed that there would be no more moves.

Omission, after the monk finished using it twice, it was still the same for the third time. It should be a complete claw technique, so he took action.

The monk had a gloomy face, and could not see the joy, anger or sorrow, but in his heart he was complaining endlessly. The martial art of Dragon Claw Shou focused on grabbing and grabbing locks. He had used it twice, and now he was using it for the third time, but he couldn't even connect to the opponent.

I didn't even touch the corner of my clothes, so I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Unfortunately, the opponent's movements were extremely fast and cunning. Although his footwork was tricky, it was not as fast as the opponent's. Moreover, the opponent's refusal to fight back gave him a headache.

He has been immersed in the dragon claw hand since he was a child. He does not use any weapons and only practices a pair of hand kung fu. In the past few years, he has only looked for competitions with similar hand kung fu. He has met a few people who specialize in fist training before, but they are all showy.

There is no way he can match up to one and a half of his moves. This time he came to Luzhou not for Wang Qing's reward, but just to find an opponent to prove his martial arts skills.

He saw Zhao Tong's powerful fists and was delighted to see Zhao Xin, so he took the stage, but Zhao Tong's more than thirty moves did not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the opponent punching him, and he couldn't help but feel happy. He hurriedly used his claw hand and grabbed it with one claw.

Although Zhao Tong didn't know the name of this move, seeing that he had used it twice before, he naturally knew it. After he succeeded in this move, there should be three changes, namely kneading, pinching, and twisting.

If an ordinary person is hit by this trick, the skin will be torn apart, the bones will be broken, the tendons will be broken, and even the wrist will be shattered under the three changes.

The monk was exerting force on his claws at this moment, waiting to use these three changes, but unexpectedly, a strong force suddenly came from the opponent's fist. He couldn't hold it, and he was so shocked that he hurriedly stretched out his other hand to protect his chest.

His reaction was indeed very fast, and his prediction was not wrong, but unfortunately, the power of Zhao Tong's fist was too great.

As soon as there was a "click" sound, the hand that the monk was holding on to his fist suddenly dropped limply, and then the punch continued to hit the monk's hand that was protecting his chest. Then there were bursts of cracks, and the monk suddenly became stunned.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face became even more gloomy.

"I surrender!" The monk shouted hurriedly at this moment. He knew that the opponent would be merciful, otherwise with the power of the domination fist, this blow would definitely break the sternum, and it would be difficult to know whether he would live or die.

Zhao Tong slowly stopped his attack. He had no intention of killing the monk. Since he had secretly learned the opponent's dragon claw hand, it would be a bit unkind to kill him again.

The monk retreated to the edge of the ring. He wiped the blood from his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty's powerful fists make me feel ashamed. I only hope that I will have the opportunity to compete with you in the future and prove my martial arts skills again."

Zhao Tong narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

The monk couldn't wait for a reply, so he had no choice but to pronounce the Buddha's name and jump off the stage.

After that, although several more Lu Lin came on stage to challenge, they were all beaten down by Zhao Tong within three moves. For a while, no one came on stage again, and the limelight gradually overshadowed the previous eight stages.

As time goes by, dusk has arrived in a blink of an eye, and the sixth day of Luzhou Tournament ends in the glory of the setting sun.
Chapter completed!