Choi Byung-hyun's unscrupulous provocative actions were like a fuse, completely igniting the anger of all the audience in the audience.
"Damn it! This guy is too arrogant. If any hero comes on stage, he will be knocked off the stage!"
"I really don't believe it. We have so many people at Huahai University. Is it possible that the Koreans can act like this and show off their power?"
"That's right! If he dares to hurt our compatriots, he must pay for it with blood!"
For a time, the crowd was excited, and countless spectators had red eyes and teeth itching with hatred.
The medical team nearby quickly carried a stretcher and took Zhao Zheng, who had fainted, off the stage for treatment.
At the same time, Gao Hu, the second-ranked player from Huahai University, also came on the field.
As the name suggests, Gao Huren has a lion's nose and a tiger's mouth, and his eyes are like copper bells, with sharp light blooming in his eyes.
He has a burly figure and wears a tight-fitting black vest. His exposed arms are as thick as those of ordinary people. His muscles are bulging high and full of explosive power. At first glance, he is a "power-type" warrior.
When he was still several meters away from the ring, he stamped his right foot violently on the ground, used the force of the counter-shock to rise into the sky, and jumped onto the ring with extraordinary momentum and momentum.
Seeing this way of appearing, the audience applauded.
"Brother, come on, kill this Korean!"
"That's right, let them go home and eat kimchi!"
The cheers and cheers from around him did not affect Gao Hu's mood.
His eyes were staring straight at Cui Byungxuan in front of him, his expression extremely solemn.
Gao Hu and Zhao Zheng had competed before, and the two were equally matched in strength.
But just now, Zhao Zheng was defeated by Cui Bingxuan in an instant. This made Gao Hu extremely vigilant and did not dare to neglect anything.
At this time, Cui Bingxuan hooked his fingers at Gao Hu and said arrogantly:
"Weak Chinese boy, come here and attack! Otherwise, once I take action, you won't have any chance to make a move!"
As soon as these words came out, Gao Hu became furious and used the powerful Vajrapani.
The Powerful Vajrayana is one of the seventy-two unique skills of the Shaolin Temple. It is extremely powerful. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "The Powerful Vajrayana has become a world-class skill."
However, Powerful Vajrayana is not just an external skill, but also an internal skill and mental method that has corresponding supporting training.
However, this mental method is a secret that is not taught in Shaolin Temple and can only be practiced by the true disciples of the sect.
A lay disciple like Gao Hu only practices foreign martial arts. Even so, he can split several red bricks with a casual blow and place them on the human body, causing fractures at every turn.
Now, he abandoned all the fancy moves and poured all his strength into his fists. His fists were like copper poured into iron, cutting through the sky and hitting Cui Bingxuan as fast as thunder.
Under the stage, all the audience opened their eyes wide, unblinking, and held their breath.
Everyone prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that Gao Hu could defeat the enemy with one punch and show the majesty of a Chinese warrior!
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However, in the face of this powerful and heavy punch, Cui Byungxuan turned a blind eye, always with a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't take it into consideration at all.
When Gao Hu's fist was less than one meter away from him, Cui Byungxuan finally moved.
I saw his right leg suddenly retreating, and he drew back his horse's stride. His whole body was like a taut bow, and then he kicked his right leg forward fiercely, shooting out like an arrow from the string.
"Stab it!"
The sound of sonic boom resounded throughout the entire venue.
"not good!"
Feeling the power of this kick, Gao Hu's face changed drastically, the hair on his body stood up, and a strong sense of ominousness came to his heart.
Years of fighting instinct told him that if he didn't avoid this kick, he would be seriously injured.
But such a short distance did not allow him to make any changes, so he could only bite the bullet and face the difficulty.
"Peng!"
A punch and a kick collided in mid-air, and the dull sound of the collision was like a muffled thunder exploding in the field.
The next moment, Gao Hu flew seven or eight meters upside down like a kite with its string broken, and then fell to the ground with a "Peng" sound.
Looking closely, his right fist was torn open and dripping with blood. The bones in his hand were strangely twisted, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.
Such a serious injury requires at least half a year of rest before recovery is possible.
On the other hand, Cui Byung-hyun slowly pulled back his feet, as if nothing had happened, calm and relaxed, as if he was doing it effortlessly.
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For a moment, the whole place was silent, you could hear a pin drop, and it was deathly quiet.
You know, they had high hopes for Gao Hu before.
Who would have thought that now, in just one face-to-face meeting, Gao Hu was defeated before anyone even had time to react.
As a result, the Huahai University team lost two generals, but Choi Byung-hyun didn't seem to have expended much energy.
According to the competition format, the situation is not optimistic.
If Choi Byung-hyun really defeated the entire Huahai University team with one person, it would be a huge shame. Everyone should just buy a piece of tofu and kill him!
Invisibly, an indescribable sadness spread throughout the venue.
Almost all the audience's faces stopped smiling and looked extremely solemn.
In this depressing atmosphere, the third contestant from Huahai University, Lin Feng, walked onto the stage holding a long knife.
The kung fu passed down from Lin Feng's family is the Bagua Sword of the Bagua Sect. The sword is four feet and two inches long. Generally, the sword is longer and heavier. When used, the sword is long and the body is short.
Once you have reached the level of Dacheng, you will see swords moving but no people walking. With the ups and downs of your footwork, your body movements will turn left and right, continuously and endlessly, like a swimming dragon or a flying phoenix, with countless changes.
At this moment, Lin Feng was under tremendous pressure. Even before the fight started, his palms were already sweating.
But Cui Byungxuan still looked arrogant and said disdainfully: "Tch! Brat, do you think you can defeat me with just a weapon? Just come here!"
"Bah!"
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and burst out with an angry shout. He then raised his knife forward and performed the "Eight Ways of Night Fighting". In an instant, he slashed more than ten times in a row, either chopping, teasing, wiping, spreading, or cutting...
The polished sword light shrouded Cui Bingxuan from all directions, as if it was going to cut him into pieces with thousands of swords.
Facing such a knife net, even Cui Bingxuan did not dare to attack with his physical body, and relied on his flexible body skills to dodge outwards.
Lin Feng was so powerful that he refused to let anyone escape. He brandished his long knife like a gangrene attached to his bones, chasing Cui Bingxuan and slashing him.
One person chased and the other hid, and for a while Lin Feng actually had the upper hand.
Seeing this scene, many audience members' eyes lit up and they shouted emotionally:
"Brother, come on, chop this turtle to death!"
"Hmph...he dared to hurt our compatriot and let him go back lame with an arm missing!"
"That's right! Let's see if he dares to be so arrogant in the future!"
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However, the chase between the two sides lasted for five or six minutes.
Choi Byung-hyun was like a nimble loach, barely able to dodge the sword attack every time without being hit.
On the other side, Lin Feng's speed with the knife was obviously much slower than before. His whole body was soaked with sweat and he was breathing heavily.
Cui Byungxuan was using his bare hands, but he was wielding a heavy sword, which required much greater physical exertion.
He understood that Cui Bingxuan did not want to confront him head-on and fight a war of attrition. When he was completely exhausted, he would be defeated.
This can't go on like this!
Must be resolved quickly!
Thinking of this, Lin Feng's eyes flashed, he held the knife in both hands, jumped up suddenly, squeezed all the power in his body, and slashed towards Cui Bingxuan's vest with the force of splitting Huashan.
But at this time, Choi Byung-hyun seemed to have eyes behind his back, anticipating his moves.
The next moment, Cui Bingxuan performed a gorgeous roundhouse kick and kicked Lin Feng's knife-holding wrist with unstoppable power.
"Peng!"
The long knife flew away from his hand, drawing a graceful parabola in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a clang.
Lin Feng, who had lost his weapon, was like fish on a chopping board, unable to resist. He was kicked away by Cui Bingxuan in an instant and was immediately defeated!
One wears three!
Choi Byung-hyun defeated three players from Huahai University with just one person's strength.
Under the stage, all the audience's eyes were wide open, their fists were clenched, and they were filled with shame and anger.
Being so humiliated by the enemy on your home court felt like a slap in the face.
