Most people only know that Xie Jinyuan has practiced the Tiger's Roaring Golden Bell and the Dragon's Roaring Iron Shirt, but they don't know that he also knows other Shaolin stunts.
Bright Fist!
The Buddhist magic of subduing demons was created by the Tathagata Buddha himself.
The Buddhist scriptures say that the Tathagata raised his golden arm, bent his five fingers, and formed a fist of light. He showed his power at Tiandu Peak and won the reputation of "the best fist in the world"!
It is said that if you practice this boxing technique to the extreme, when you punch to defend the enemy, every move will shine brightly, like gods and Buddhas appearing in the world.
But now, Xie Jinyuan seized the opportunity, made a desperate move, and put all his inner strength into this punch.
"boom!"
For a moment, there was a great golden light on the ring, which contained vast, majestic, and grand fist power, as if it could envelope the entire world.
In an instant, Shalu's hair stood up, feeling an unprecedented threat of death and knowing that he had been trapped.
"Whoosh!"
Without any hesitation, he made a choice and retreated violently.
As a world-renowned Muay Thai champion, Sarul's reaction was not unpleasant.
However, his momentum just now has declined. He is like a stalled car. It is absolutely impossible to increase the speed to more than two hundred yards in an instant!
What's more, Xie Jinyuan calculated with his mind but not with care. He had broken his sternum as a price just for this moment.
When masters fight each other, life and death only take a moment!
"Peng!"
Xie Jinyuan's iron fist, carrying a thousand feet of light, blasted through Shalu's chest.
Until the light faded away, it spread like a laser cannon and hit the transparent light shield at the edge of the ring.
The next moment, a huge hole appeared in Shalu's chest.
His heart and internal organs were all blown apart, blood flowed out, and his powerful vitality collapsed instantly.
Shalu looked down at the hole in his chest, his facial features were distorted, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Until his death, he could not understand why he had hit Xie Jinyuan hundreds of times, but it had no effect.
But Xie Jinyuan only used one move to kill himself.
A few seconds later, Shalu's body fell on the ring with a "plop".
Xie Jinyuan, win!
Seeing this scene, many members of the Chinese delegation in the audience cheered.
"General Ye, it's as you expected! Without even ten moves, Colonel Xie defeated Muay Thai King Shalu with just one move!" Qin Zhengyang said excitedly, admiring Ye Fan in his heart.
In Qin Zhengyang's view, Xie Jinyuan relied on his rich combat experience to defeat Shalu, which was certainly a textbook victory.
However, Ye Fan saw through Xie Jinyuan's plan at a glance. This vision was so terrifying that he was superior to most of the powerful people present.
The so-called master not only refers to those who are strong in the martial arts realm, but also their eyesight is equally important.
He is just a reckless man who just works hard. If he faces an enemy whose strength is far inferior to his own, it will be fine. But if he encounters an opponent of equal strength, he will probably suffer a big loss.
A true master can formulate the most suitable fighting method according to the different characteristics of the enemy in battle.
There is no doubt that Ye Fan is like that.
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On the ring, seeing the powerful enemy defeated, Xie Jinyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a lingering look of fear on his face.
What he did just now was a desperate act.
If Shahru had been more cautious and not underestimated the enemy, he would probably be the one who fell now.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
Suddenly, Xie Jinyuan coughed dryly, and his body trembled, crumbling, and extremely weak.
His sternum was broken, and the heart-rending pain was unimaginable to ordinary people.
What's more, the last move of the Bright Fist had exhausted all his internal energy, and now it was all about his will that kept him from fainting.
Xie Jinyuan gritted his teeth and dragged his body off the ring.
Immediately, Ye Fan rushed over and quickly activated the power of the blue dragon to heal him.
Ten minutes later, some color returned to Xie Jinyuan's face, and the injuries on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the broken bones in his chest seemed to be slowly growing.
"General Ye, what kind of magical power is this? It's so miraculous!" Xie Jinyuan exclaimed, his eyes and brows filled with unconcealable joy.
He originally thought that he had been so severely injured that even if he took the pill, it would take ten and a half days to recover. But in that case, his chances of winning the next third round of eliminations would be very slim.
Who would have thought that now, Ye Fan could easily cure his injuries. This method was comparable to Bian Que's rebirth when Hua Tuo was still alive.
"Haha... Colonel Xie, I am the leader of this mission, and I must be responsible for every member! As long as you have one breath left, I can snatch you back from the hands of the Lord of Hell!"
Ye Fan's voice was filled with overwhelming confidence. In fact, he also had such ability.
In addition to the power of the Azure Dragon, he also possesses the Divine Needle, which is equivalent to the "Milk Rider" in the game, and can infinitely "replenish blood" for other team members.
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Next, the brutal knockout rounds continued.
Members of the Chinese delegation also appeared one by one.
Qin Zhengyang's Yin Yang Bagua Fist had no effect when facing Ye Fan, and could not even shake Ye Fan's body.
But in the ring, he used this magical skill to deal with a strong karate master from Europe.
Every move and every move was natural, powerful, and unstoppable. In front of him, his opponent's moves were full of flaws.
Within a few minutes, the karate master was beaten until he admitted defeat and begged for mercy.
Tang Long's opponent was a Viking warrior from Northern Europe.
Tang Long's varied and unpredictable hidden weapon techniques perfectly restrained his opponent's moves and won the game effortlessly.
Several other Chinese elites are even more lucky,
Or meet a player who was seriously injured in the first round and win easily.
Or meet unseeded players and win after a fierce battle.
After a night of fierce fighting, the second round of eliminations finally came to an end.
The original number of thousands of people has been reduced sharply to more than 200 people.
The Zeus Team of the United States, the Atlantis Protoss, and the Genetic Warriors of the Tsarist Kingdom still maintain a record of victory.
As for the Chinese delegation, only Pei Wu was absent from the competition, and the other nine members also defeated their opponents.
The remaining places are occupied by other countries.
Some small countries have even been completely wiped out, and no player has made it to the third round.
Inside Team Zeus.
Ares looked at the more than two hundred contestants who had won, with a look of disdain on his face and said disdainfully:
"Tch! A bunch of weak ants are still complacent there. It's really ridiculous!"
In response to Ares' sarcasm, the other members didn't say anything.
Because in their eyes, except for the Atlantis gods, who can barely be regarded as "opponents", everyone else is no different from ants.
Even the genetic warriors of the Tsarist Kingdom or the powerful "King of Conquerors" of the oil country are nothing more than stronger ants.
In this world, the gap between geniuses is far greater than ordinary people imagine.
Just like in China, a martial arts genius in the secular world can only become a master of the Yellow Realm after a lifetime of hard work.
The geniuses in the ancient martial arts world have cultivated to the earth realm, which is the ceiling, and can hardly reach the heaven realm.
The end point they pursue is just the starting point in the eyes of the supreme geniuses of the Hidden World Sect.
And now, these contestants representing their countries in the martial arts competition can be said to be the most amazing martial arts geniuses in the country, and their strength is beyond doubt.
But on the world stage, competing with strong players from other countries, the gap is as big as clouds and mud, separated by an insurmountable gap.
It is no exaggeration to say that, excluding the Atlantis protoss and the warriors from all the remaining countries united, they may not be able to defeat the Zeus team.
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After a day and night of fierce fighting, most of the players could not hide their exhaustion on their faces.
The sky in the east is bright, and the dawn is about to break.
More than two hundred players were drawn in the third round one after another.
This time, the number Ye Fan drew was No. 9, and he will appear in the first group again.
In the previous two knockout rounds, he didn't use his full strength and defeated his opponents easily, so he didn't care about the order of appearance.
Soon, Ye Fan was on stage 9, waiting for his opponent to arrive.
At this moment, a tall and slender figure in the Atlantis Protoss team rose into the air and headed towards Arena No. 9.