Zhou Rui retracted his sword, calmed his internal energy a little, and secretly ran the Tai Chi Bagua Sect's mental method, hoping to restore some internal energy in this moment. After all, there are eight games in the future. Anyone who has watched Zhou Rui's competition probably knows Zhou Rui's strength. If he doesn't have confidence, no one dares to go on stage to fight and waste his internal energy in vain.
Zhou Rui stood on the stage and closed his eyes to rest. The internal energy flowed slowly from his body, nourishing the meridians.
Everyone in the audience was talking, but after a long time, no one was willing to come to the stage to fight. For a moment, you pushed me and I pushed you.
"Third brother, you go first. Anyway, it's okay to lose, there is still a chance to challenge later."
"Why don't you go? What if you get hurt by this little baby, how can you play in the back of your arms and legs?"
"But someone always needs to go up. Everyone is spending their time here until the end of the day. It's better to let him win a few more games and end up early."
For a moment, there were endless comments and everyone was yelling in a bustling manner.
Zhou Rui closed his eyes and ignored him, enjoying himself, and his internal strength slowly recovered. After a while, a few warriors also came up, and most of them were average in strength. They were just pretending to compete with Zhou Rui. When they felt something was wrong, they jumped off the ring and stopped fighting. None of them was willing to fight to the end.
After a few rounds, Zhou Rui let out a long sigh and said, "Half an hour has passed, and the conference only gives us two hours. There is also the elder brother who is willing to go on stage to fight. I have won nine consecutive games, and it is only the last game away!"
Zhou Rui, who still won nine games, was naturally proud. Most of the people in the audience began to discuss it. It would be better to just go up and send a game and let the kid leave quickly.
Suddenly, someone laughed loudly, and the voice was thick. Everyone in the crowd looked at the laughter. He saw a man in his early thirties standing in the crowd, smiling constantly. Seeing everyone looking at the man, Zhou Rui was also curious. Out of politeness, he bowed and said, "I wonder what this big brother is laughing at?"
The man stopped laughing, his face was heavy, he looked at the people around him, and said, "I smiled that the warriors here are incompetent! I laughed at you, you, don't know how high the world is!" This made all the warriors around him angry, and some pointed at the man and started to scold him.
The man ignored it. He was more than a hundred cloths away from the ring, but he just jumped onto the ring with a slight jump. The man was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, a cloth hat, a fist like a hammer head, and his arms were as thick as a wild beast. Although this man was not tall, the strangeness of his arms was really eye-catching.
Zhou Rui first bowed his fists and said, "Where is Bai Rui, how dare you ask this hero for his honorable name?"
"Liang Yong!" The man clasped his fists and looked arrogant.
Zhou Rui gritted his teeth secretly and thought, it was just the last game. If I win you, I can advance smoothly. Thinking of this moment, Zhou Rui is determined to win this game.
The man held his hands hard, and the bones between his fingers made crisp sounds, and the internal energy was running. Zhou Rui vaguely saw four internal energy running on the man's body.
A cold sweat stayed, and Zhou Rui thought to himself: "No wonder you breathed so much. It turned out that like me, you have broken through the level of Wu Zun."
I think Zhang Yuanyang is diligent and studious, and he barely broke through the realm of Martial Master at the age of 35. Liang Yong in front of him had just broken through the boundaries of Martial Master at level 31. He thought he was also a genius figure. Although he was not as good as Zhou Rui, he was also a good player in his generation.
Without further ado, the meeting started to fight was the spirit of the people in the martial arts world. Liang Yong shouted loudly, and his voice mixed with internal force attacked the audience around him. His fists were windy, and it seemed that there was a whirlwind around his fists under the influence of internal energy. Zhou Rui widened his eyes and looked at him carefully, not knowing whether it was his own illusion or whether this strange phenomenon really occurred.
Without further explanation, you can also see that Liang Yong is a good player in boxing. There are ten people in the Southern Fist School who are known as the ruthless iron fist, and Liang Yong is one of them. Liang Yong is not ranked high among the ten people, and he is closely ranked seventh, but among the same age group, Liang Yong is already considered to be the level of encountering gods and killing gods. At this moment, he will naturally not take it seriously when he sees Zhou Rui, who is younger than him.
With a roar, two whirlwinds rose. Liang Yong glanced at Zhou Rui and sneered. The whirlwind in his hand hit Zhou Rui. Although Zhou Rui had never seen such a martial art, Zhou Rui still had a clear mind when facing the two whirlwinds that were not big.
He was not panicked, and with a backhand, the sword energy in his hand was shot out, and it was still in the tenth game. After that, he had plenty of time to restore his internal energy, so Zhou Rui was not stingy when using it.