Chapter 114 The Bodhisattva sighs at the helplessness of reality
Nagarjuna Bodhisattva hurriedly shouted: "Go and lift Lao Wu down quickly."
The disciples came on stage. Lao Ba checked the condition of his senior brother and shouted to the audience: "Master, we need a stretcher. The fifth senior brother has multiple fractures and cannot be moved directly."
Nagarjuna roared angrily: "Then go get a stretcher. Do you need to ask?"
In martial arts competitions between countries, medical teams are the necessary basic guarantee.
At this time, the medical staff came over with a stretcher and carefully carried Lao Wu directly into the infirmary for treatment.
Nagarjuna's face turned livid and he said in a cold voice, "I never expected that you would be so ruthless in your actions!"
The handsome white man bowed to the audience and replied softly: "I'm sorry, sir, I can't freely control the power in my body, so please be careful in the next battle."
"It was a miscalculation for my master. It's too late to regret it now. Come on, fourth brother, and use all your strength to avenge your junior brother."
Nagarjuna Bodhisattva's old face was full of regret, and he almost gritted his teeth before saying this.
The fourth disciple walked onto the ring with a stern expression, stretched out his right hand to signal to his opponent, and coldly shouted, "You will regret it, come on."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of his opponent disappeared.
The fourth child didn't panic at all. He twisted his right arm and swept backwards, hitting the opponent with a "bang" and knocking him back.
The two separated at the first touch and stood opposite each other again.
"Sir, your strength surprised me, so I won't be polite."
The handsome white man showed his white teeth and said in a gentlemanly manner, and his figure began to quickly shuttle around Lao Si to attack.
The arena was filled with unclear afterimages, accompanied by "bang, bang, bang" crashing sounds.
On the viewing platform.
The representatives of the Japanese country, the military representatives of various countries, and the disciples of the Yanhuang sects all watched the battle on the ring intently.
Chen Changming's face was solemn and he murmured to himself: "The strength of the representatives of the Eagle Nation is strange. They have even caught up with the strength level of their previous army representatives."
At the Dragon Ya seat on the left, Lu Bufan said in a deep voice: "Xiaotian, you must be careful when fighting against the soldiers of the Eagle Kingdom. The strength of their soldiers is definitely far higher than the previous one, and their strength is as weird as ever."
Long Xiaotian frowned slightly and replied in a deep voice: "I understand. What that person said before was the truth. He really cannot control the power freely. It feels like he was suddenly indoctrinated."
Chu Qingyue said uncertainly: "Captain, his speed is comparable to that of a heaven-level expert. The strange thing is that there is no trace of inner energy running in his body. It is indeed what the deputy captain said.
However, if such a huge power is suddenly injected into the body of an ordinary person, the pressure on the body will be too great and the risk will be extremely high.
What makes me even more curious is who can create a master who is comparable to the heavenly level out of thin air."
Lu Bufan reminded the team members: "Ask the instructor after we get back. What we have to do now is to defeat all opponents. First, carefully observe the opponents and find out as many of their weaknesses as possible."
On the stage below.
The fourth child is the first to reach the heavenly level of strength, and ordinary bullets cannot hurt him at all.
However, the current opponent's speed is too fast, his movements are unpredictable, and his physical strength is simply abnormal.
This was not what ordinary humans should do at all. Every time he was hit, it was like being hit by a fast car, which made his body ache and numb.
On the other hand, most of the force of Lao Si's fists, feet and palms was drained away by the opponent at an extremely fast speed, and the damage he could cause was far less than what he could bear.
The situation in the arena quickly changed.
The fourth child's internal organs were shocked, and blood slowly oozed from the corners of his mouth.
After the handsome white man saw it, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, and he immediately increased the speed and intensity of his attack.
"Pfft~" Lao Si's body reached its limit, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Fourth!"
"Brother, be careful!"
Masters and disciples of Nagarjuna Bodhisattva were exclaiming and shouting in the audience.
Before he could even finish his words, the fourth child in the ring was kicked in the abdomen by his opponent.
The whole person flew down from the ring, fell to the ground, and vomited out several mouthfuls of blood miserably.
Nagarjuna hurriedly stepped forward to help his disciple up. He checked his energy and found that he had only suffered internal injuries and was not seriously injured, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
He said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, the fourth child just suffered some internal injuries and will be fine after a period of rest. Second child, you can go up next."
The second disciple of Nagarjuna Bodhisattva had a simple appearance but lively eyes. He nodded and walked directly onto the ring.
Seeing that two junior disciples were seriously injured in succession, the second disciple directly attacked with force after coming to the stage.
The moves are fierce and ruthless, and there is no room for mercy or courtesy, allowing the opponent to dodge quickly.
The second disciple took complicated steps and followed the routine in a leisurely manner to attack, attack, attack, staying the same to cope with all changes.
Whenever the opponent attacks him, while resisting the huge attack force, the second disciple takes advantage of the situation and injects his true energy into the opponent's body, causing the opponent's movements to be sluggish.
The figure that was traveling rapidly was suddenly stuck, causing the body to lose balance and the opponent to seize the opportunity to attack fiercely.
The two disciples of Nagarjuna came with anger. Whenever the opportunity appeared, thunderous attacks poured out, hitting the chest, ribs, and joints without leaving the vital points.
The opponent's strong physical strength caused violent vibrations to the second disciple's organs every time, causing his blood to surge.
In just five minutes, the two exchanged blows numerous times.
The second disciple of Nagarjuna grabbed his opponent's wrist and twisted it. There was a "click" sound of the arm breaking, and a scream of "ah" sounded at the same time.
The second disciple stepped forward and struck his opponent firmly on the chest with both palms, sending him flying out of the ring. In the air, he heard a mouthful of blood spurt out and fell to the ground.
"Well played!"
"Second senior brother is mighty!"
Seeing that the second senior brother had taken revenge, Lao Ba and others cheered and shouted loudly in the audience.
The second disciple was breathing deeply on the ring. While he was using his skills to defend, he also seized the fleeting opportunity to attack fiercely. The consumption was much greater than it seemed.
At this time, the second person on the other side came on stage. He was an introverted man who looked delicate and shy. He bowed gracefully and said: "Dear sir, please take action."
At this time, the second disciple was still confused by the other party's false etiquette. After hearing what he said, he snorted and stepped forward to attack.
He thought his opponent would dodge quickly and attack from behind, but he was wrong.
The opponent remained motionless in the face of the attack. When the attack was approaching, he waved his hand and clenched his fist to strike head-on.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the powerful attack power drove the air waves to spread in two places.
The second disciple was shaken by the huge force and was forced to take five steps back before he could stabilize his body. He couldn't help shouting "So strong".
"Sir, it's my turn this time." The shy man said with a smile, and disappeared with a "whoosh".
"So fast! Oh no!" Nagarjuna exclaimed, without any time to remind him.
I saw that the second disciple was punched in the chest by his opponent, and hit in the chin with a left hook. The crackling sound of the attack couldn't stop.
The second disciple used all his strength to defend. After being kicked away by his opponent, he turned over and stood up the moment he landed, quickly taking a defensive posture.
"Hey..." Nagarjuna sighed. The situation on the field was extremely clear. This challenge had failed.
He came with great ambitions, but was defeated cleanly in third place.
For a time, Nagarjuna Bodhisattva was disheartened and his spirit seemed to be very weak.
Sure enough, within three minutes of the fierce battle, the second disciple was caught by his opponent and kicked out of the ring after a set of attacks.
The figure of Nagarjuna Bodhisattva seemed much depressed, and he slowly came to the second disciple to inspect his injuries.
He comforted and encouraged: "Second brother, you have done a good job and have not brought shame on me. Go back and recover well. You are still young. Come back next time after practicing hard."