He stood up and looked proudly at the young men in the audience.
Since he has been treated unfairly, he should fight back. He is not the kind of person who can be exploited by others.
Choosing to be the first to appear can not only leave a deep impression, but also practice to the actual combat level, so why not do it.
I wonder if these gentlemen have that much skill.
What Lan Chen didn't expect was that his first opponent would be Zhao Sien.
Those words just now, as well as Lan Chen's determination, deeply affected him. In fact, he wanted to pick something up, but now?
Then have a good fight!
Taking three steps and then two, he rushed forward, turned over, and jumped onto the stage neatly.
He put his hands together respectfully and said word by word, "I'm Zhao Sien, please give me some advice."
It was about to happen, causing everyone in the audience to exclaim and look forward to what kind of wonderful event it would be.
Mo Yangyu, on the other hand, looked embarrassed.
He originally planned to be the first to take the stage, defeat one after another challengers, not only win the beauty, but also leave a reputation in Huadu.
But in the blink of an eye, Lan Chen had already stolen the limelight. He was still thinking about whether to accept the challenge, and joined in the fun again?
And his words and deeds also quietly changed the mentality of everyone in the audience, as if he could only wait?
Mr. Deng finished the small vat of wine and said lazily, "Master Mo, don't be anxious, don't be anxious."
"Mr. Deng, you have drunk too much."
"I have a deep drinking capacity, so I can just take a look at what kind of miraculous abilities that kid has."
"Mr. Deng, what you said is right, are you asking me to observe him? Only when we have a good understanding can we discuss it?" Mo Yangyu said with disdain, and even more impatiently.
He was originally the destined 'protagonist', but now that his limelight has been robbed, he can only remain silent?
"It's so urgent. It's better to say that you hesitated for a moment just now and didn't seize the opportunity. That's why you ended up in such a dilemma. I'm afraid you weren't trying to show off in a handsome way, were you? Mo Yangyu, you are so talented.
He is indeed smart, but I have to say that he really lacks a sharp mind, and this shortcoming will definitely become an obstacle in the future."
Mo Yangyu opened his mouth and wanted to explain something, but he suddenly lost his temper.
Unfortunately, the competition on stage did not go as planned by Mr. Deng.
Lan Chen was stunned because he had never used his magical power once.
Just like that, he resisted Zhao Sien's offensive with just one punch and one kick.
Before the formal sparring, Zhao Sien also picked up the stick on one side without hesitation.
When he was young, he once practiced long stick under an expert.
Although his hands have grown a lot now, he is still very confident in his stick skills, or in other words, he can only count on his stick skills.
He was kind enough to ask Lan Chen to pick a weapon first, but Lan Chen said it was enough to use fists and feet to see the truth.
Zhao Sien nodded, but did not let him go. He swept with his long stick and shook the air, pouring down like a silver snake.
It made him regret a little. Why were you pretending? It would hurt someone to death if he resisted like this.
But when the head of the stick hit him, he felt it was not as painful as he imagined. Perhaps after practicing the "Stone Lock Kung Fu" for a long time, his ability to resist blows also improved.
Naturally, no matter how much you improve, you will not be beaten in vain.
First, he dodges as much as possible, and then when he has no other options, he frees up his hands and feet to resist the attack and protect himself, which means fighting and then retreating.
In the blink of an eye, Lan Chen was forced to the side of the ring.
And Zhao Sien didn't intend to stop there.
At first, he was holding the stick with three inches of space with both hands in tandem, as if sweeping the autumn leaves to fight, hitting Lan Chen back steadily. Now he suddenly changed the way he holds the stick - with his left hand as the axis.
Yu Sancun, with his right hand holding the tail of the stick as a rod.
Although this sacrifices the strike range of the stick, it can also hit Lan Chen more accurately and block the routes he can escape.
"I didn't expect you to be able to hit three or two times." Zhao Si'en couldn't help but praise. "I thought you would give up after a few hits, but I didn't expect your foundation to be able to withstand such a fierce offensive."
"Is it violent?" Lan Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled.
I have to admit, he was a little overconfident. If he had known it, he would have just picked up any sword, gun, and crossbow. Even if he blocked it, he would not have been beaten so painfully.
But in terms of actual combat, he is very confident.
After two life-and-death battles, he was no longer comparable to those young men who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun.
The opportunity to counterattack was also keenly captured by Lan Chen.
Taking advantage of the moment when Zhao Sien raised his stance and was about to swing it down, Lan Chen advanced instead of retreating, accurately seizing the opening and pressing forward.
However, he did not follow the momentum to meet the fist, but instead closed his fist to meet the elbow, and an elbow hit Zhao Sien's jaw.
The shock caused Zhao Sien to retreat repeatedly, his head buzzing.
Although he doesn't understand stick skills or sword theory, Lan Chen still understands the principle that every inch is longer and every inch is stronger.
The only chance of victory using only fists and kicks is the fleeting opportunity to get close to him. As long as he can firmly grasp it, Zhao Si'en will be cut off. If he cannot wield the power of a stick, the winner must be Lan Chen!
No, before Zhao Sien could stabilize his body, Lan Chen's fist came like a violent storm.
It has been some time since I learned Shisuo Gong.
The real competition was with the Dragon Tiger Escort Bureau's "Evergreen Escort Head", but at that time it was only a nominal ten rounds of competition, and there was no real winner or loser.
Then this time in the arena, it was also the moment to witness the results.
Losing ground?
More than that, Zhao Sien felt that it was more than just a fist, it was like a big rock hitting him.
Fighting back? You can't do that at all.
"Stop it, stop it!"
Seeing Lan Chen's shoulder collision, Zhao Sien repeatedly exclaimed, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"
There was a pop, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
Zhao Sien said with a blue nose and swollen eyes, "Brother Lan, are you too harsh?"
"Your stick is not bad either."
"Not bad? Don't talk about vomiting blood. Do you have any bruises or scars on your body?"
Lan Chen raised his hands to observe the array, then shrugged and said casually, "It doesn't seem like it. But it still hurts quite a bit."
"Tsk..."
No comparison means no harm.
The bruises and scars on Zhao Sien's body, although there was no blood, were really distressing. I'm afraid if he hadn't been beaten like this, he would have suffered some kind of internal injury.
"Brother Lan, I am convinced that I have lost." Zhao Si'en cupped his hands and said.
After saying that, he put the stick back in its place and limped off the ring.
The two people's electric and fiery exchanges made everyone in the audience exclaim, and it was a feast for the eyes.
Immediately, the young masters one after another entered the ring, showing off their majestic side.
But no matter what... there are many people who even get into the ring with both hands and feet, and even ask Lan Chen to help. This level is not even half that of Zhao Si'en, so there is no need to be prepared.
After three or two blows, he was sent flying with one punch.
That's normal. They all look like tender skinned people with no strength to tie a chicken.
There are a few of them who can survive a few rounds under Lan Chen. If he hadn't stopped holding on to the big guns and used nunchucks, he might not have been able to last longer.
Gradually, everyone also understood the difference, and they were looking forward to reaping the benefits.
When Lan Chen saw this, he sneered and said disdainfully, "Everyone, I can guess a thing or two about what you are thinking."
"But don't embarrass yourself here. Is it really that difficult to admit that your skills are inferior to others? I don't think the Sun Mansion will betroth Miss Sun Miaomiao to someone who only picks up leaks and has no responsibility, right? You can do it if you want, otherwise you will be happy.
Just admit defeat."
"Admit defeat? Ha, Lan Chen, you have such a loud tone." This chapter has been completed!