Two days later, the top four spots have been determined, and they are:

Yanshi University representative team, captain Mo Xuan.

Taishi University representative team, captain Xingming.

Longshang University representative team, captain Zhang Ruolin.

Montreal Polytechnic team, captain Waji.

Although Zhang Ruolin spent a lot of effort in the quarter-finals battle, luckily he passed the test smoothly.

This also means that the members of these four teams can become official members of the National Martial Arts Association.

And their team director, such as Wang Bole, got the title of elder of the National Martial Arts Association for nothing, but made Wang Bole smile from ear to ear.

In addition, the fifth-place team was selected from the four eliminated teams based on the number of wins. They also became official members of the National Martial Arts Association, but they could only serve as spectators in subsequent games.

Zhang Ruolin knew that the following competition would be cruel, and Deacon Han Ling had already set the time for the early morning two days later.

In a game in the morning, Taishi played against Longshi.

In the afternoon game, Yan City played against Meng City.

Everything is determined by drawing lots.

This day, early morning.

The semi-finals are about to begin.

After Deacon Han Ling made the announcement, Zhang Ruolin led the four people into the square. Zhang Ruolin chose to fight Xingming. At this time, the old men on the three chairs all sat up straight and leaned forward slightly.

Long Chiwei chuckled and said:

"President Xing, what are the chances of Xingming winning against Zhang Ruolin?"

Xing Baisheng thought for a while, shook his head again, and said:

"It's hard to say. Zhang Ruolin and Xing Ming are both at the Qi Gathering Realm. It's just that one has just broken through, while the other has been settling for many years. In terms of controlling spiritual power, Xing Ming is a bit better."

"But Taoist Tai Chi is also very difficult to deal with. It is similar to our Xingjia techniques in that they are both mutually reinforcing and mutually reinforcing moves. Tai Chi has been passed down for hundreds of years, so it is a bit more mature."

When Wang Jietong heard this, she smiled without showing her teeth and said:

"President Xing, I think the fight between Xing Ming and Zhang Ruolin is not the key point of which team will win. Look, there is also a young man in the Qi Gathering Realm in Longshang University."

"Our Taishi university team is about to fall slightly behind by 10%."

Xing Baisheng not only paid attention to Zhang Ruolin, but also paid close attention to Luo Ran and Wu Gang.

Zhang Ruolin stood facing Xingming, neither of them took the initiative to take action. They were like two wild wolf kings, both staring at each other with burning eyes, trying to be the first to see the other's flaws.

The remaining eight people were already going back and forth, fighting inextricably.

A full five minutes passed before Zhang Ruolin slowly let out a breath. After starting Tai Chi, he moved his steps forward slightly and chose to take the initiative.

Both Zhang Ruolin and Xingming used their palms. At the moment of contact, their four palms moved and blocked each other, which seemed extremely slow.

Little did they know that only an old man with advanced martial arts skills could see that an invisible spiritual force field had been formed between the palms of these two people.

Two different spiritual powers are intertwined and tied up with each other. To put it bluntly, it seems like two young dragons are fighting and killing each other.

It just depends on who can entangle whom to death and mess them up.

For a moment, the speed of changes between the palms became faster and faster, and inadvertently, the sound of breaking wind gradually sounded around the two of them.

It just hovered three or four meters away from the two people and no longer spread outward.

Xing Baisheng only stared at Zhang Ruolin's hands and couldn't help but muttered:

"This kid's control of spiritual power is completely different from just breaking through the Qi Gathering Realm. This is so strange."

In fact, Zhang Ruolin himself felt strange. Just when he had just figured out how to control his spiritual power, he only felt that his control of spiritual power was still a bit ethereal and mysterious.

But as the palm movements became faster and faster, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy with the spiritual power in his body.

Suddenly!

Bang! An air explosion sounded.

A powerful wave of air burst out from the chests of Zhang Ruolin and Xingming, and the two of them flew backwards for seven or eight meters. Zhang Ruolin's back hit the ground heavily.

On the other hand, Xing Ming is still able to stabilize his body shape.

Wang Bole was shocked and said secretly:

"Is Zhang Ruolin going to lose?"

Zhang Ruolin stood up from the ground and patted his back with a relaxed expression.

said:

"Captain Xing, you are very strong!"

Hearing this, Xingming chuckled and said:

"You are not weak either."

Then he said:

"Our moves and techniques are too similar. Even if we play inside for an hour, I'm afraid we won't be able to tell the winner. How about I make a suggestion?"

Zhang Ruolin also had the same idea and nodded.

Xingming continued:

"That's easy. Neither of us needs to use our spiritual power or moves. How about a fight?"

Zhang Ruolin replied:

"good!"

The words just fell.

Everyone saw that the expressions of the two men had completely changed from before.

There is no trace of monkishness left.

The moment the two fists and feet collided, they all exchanged, as if they were originally two calm wolf kings, but now they directly turned into two fierce tigers.

The tiger pounces on the food and bites the vital part.

Without the blessing of spiritual power, fighting depends solely on physical instinct. The test is who has more experience between the two parties.

Bang bang!

It’s time to swap the two legs for forward pedaling again.

Zhang Ruolin felt his stomach was churning, and Xingming's face didn't look much better.

But seeing Xing Baisheng, the three old men were frightened.

Long Chiwei cursed in a low voice:

"Could it be that these two little brats want to talk about life and death as well as high and low!"

Xing Baisheng's face gradually turned ugly, and he wished he could immediately go on stage and throw the two trapped beasts down the mountain.

Wang Bole and the others were dumbfounded and frightened.

Within a moment, Zhang Ruolin and Xingming had blood stains on their bodies and faces, but they were extremely excited.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At the end of the fight, after two punches and one kick, both of them fell to the ground.

The crowd was in an uproar.

for a long time.

There was finally movement on Zhang Ruolin's side, relying on his mind that seemed to be about to drift out of his mind and then be forcefully pulled back.

He sat up with difficulty, then gritted his teeth and stood up, placing his palms on his knees, his head drooped, and his body half bent and half standing.

Xingming struggled twice and finally gave up. He lay on the ground gasping for air.

When Zhang Ruolin saw this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the smile became stronger and stronger, and finally he bared his teeth.

It's like a fallen king coming back again.

By this time, the battle between the rest of the group had long since ended.

Luo Ran and Wu Gang could have supported Zhang Ruolin, but neither of them chose to help.

They knew in their hearts that beneath Zhang Ruolin's seemingly gentle character, there was deep pride of his own.

Once someone uncovers it, there will be endless will to fight back.

Niu Laodao knew this very well, so he had beaten Zhang Ruolin for more than ten years, but he knew it better than anyone else.

It's nature's nature and cannot be changed.

Deacon Han Ling looked at President Xing Baisheng in astonishment.

At this time Xing Baisheng stood up and said hurriedly:
To be continued...