The situation took a sharp turn. Zhang Xian was really not a cover. He learned from his cousin's bloody lesson. He knew that once he was close to him, he would definitely not be able to fight this monster with brute force. He reacted very quickly. He immediately abandoned his sword, kicked his feet on the ground, and jumped up. It turned out that Su Junbao's figure was shorter than the other party. He controlled Zhang Xian's upper body, but his legs were not stretched to the ground, so he had no way to leverage the force. Zhang Xian was tied to his neck and could still jump up.
Zhang Xian jumped into the air, leaned back, and smashed heavily onto the battle stage with the fake Su Junbao on his back.
In this way, not only can the danger of being suppressed by Su Junbao on the battlefield temporarily, but Su Junbao himself on his back became Zhang Xian's falling flesh pad, bearing the weight of the two, and Zhang Xian's deliberate force.
"Bang!"
The two figures that were tightly entangled and smashed heavily onto the stage, and people could feel the heavy blows Su Junbao was underneath.
But even so, he still did not let go of the hand that tightly held his opponent's neck and arms. As long as he was wrapped around his physical technique, his body would lock it on his opponent like an iron lock until he strangled him to death.
People in South China Palace frowned when they looked at the battle stage. They all knew that it was a very simple close-fitting fighting technique called locking skills, which ordinary people could learn.
Zhang Xian suppressed him above, seemingly having an advantage, but his joints were all locked by his opponent. In fact, he could no longer exert force and could no longer pose any threat to his opponent.
If you don’t find a way to break free from the other party’s clampdown, it will be a matter of time before death.
No one expected that this young man relied on his brute force, although he could not use weapons and did not practice too profound martial arts, but his close-knit mechanic skills were so great. He didn't expect that after he ate Zhang Yang's heavy collision, he could still grit his teeth and persevere.
If everyone let go of the fight, they have a hundred ways to deal with this close-knit melee tactic, various sword energy, palm techniques and boxing techniques that can hammer the original tricks of street gangsters fighting.
But once they suppressed to a low level similar to him, they were restrained everywhere.
Zhang Xian's tall body was still pressing against the fake Su Junbao, trying desperately to break free from the other party's clamp, but in the end, his struggle became less and less until it stopped moving.
He died, exactly like Zhang Ling before, and was strangled to death!
"Who else!"
The fake Su Junbao threw away Zhang Xian's body, his clothes and hair were scattered, but he held his fists high, his upright figure was filled with immense momentum, and he was breathing heavily to meet the cheers around him.
He won, and he strangled two powerful opponents to death with his almost crappy tactics to outsiders, winning honors for the Northern Region Mangyuan. They were also remote and geniuses.
"Great, big brother is so awesome!"
Yan Guiyi jumped up with joy. He knew that the eldest brother was actually much more powerful than this, and he had never lost.
Arasha also laughed. She remembered the situation of practicing with her little master in the practice room. This was the case, but the little master was not willing to strangle her to death.
The northern mulberry field was filled with joy, and the big figures on the stage were all in silence. No one from South China Palace Museum, including Lan Ying, stood up because they all knew very well that the strength of the Zhang brothers was considered to be of the upper-middle level among them. Lan Ying was a little stronger than him, but she was not sure.
The key is that this is not a competition at all. The opponent has already killed two people in a row. If you don’t care about killing a few more, you will die if you don’t win. Lan Ying has no confidence to place this bet.
As for the others, there is even more hope.
As long as no one can crack the opponent's close-fitting tactics, it will be in vain for them to go up.
This is not a matter of losing, but a matter of death.
The same problem arose among the people in the Northern Territory Mangyuan, and now it is their turn.
Fortunately, the people in South China Palace knew that the Golden Armored Guards would not force them to come to power like the people in the Northern Region Mangyuan.
Face is gone, life can be saved for the time being.
Faced with the ridicule of the crowds around them, they could only act as ostrichs to pretend to be dead. Who would have thought that there would be such a freak in this remote place that they all looked down upon.
"What? No one from South China Palace Museum will come to the stage. Can we announce the end of the competition?" Xiyue King laughed and seemed extremely happy.
"Yes, our northern region Mangyuan is a small place, but we won't lose to you!" Someone immediately agreed.
Xue Wuye's expression master smiled bitterly. After practicing swordsmanship for many years, he was still unable to compare with a young boy's street hooligan fighting move.
But he didn't care too much, because Su Junbao's tactics are only useful in specific situations. In actual combat, no one cares whether you are in the same realm.
"Finish?"
Tuoba Hankong looked at the people of South China Mansion who were all pretending to be an ostrich, and then looked at the fake Su Junbao on the stage. He suddenly smiled strangely. He saw that he had no movement at all under his feet. He had already appeared on the stage from a distance, standing in front of the fake Su Junbao, his speed was as fast as a passing through the air.
"Boy, are you very capable!"
Tuoba Hankong stood in front of the fake Su Junbao, looking up and down constantly, his eyes neither yin nor yang.
"snort!"
The fake Su Junbao didn't answer, it seemed that he didn't have much good expression on the person in front of him. The real Su Junbao was far away and his pupils shrank, and the thing he was most worried about was that he was the one who was most worried about.
"Yes, you won by the rules, but I have heard some interesting rumors, suspecting that you are hiding your strength. You are not a warrior of the Nascent Soul Realm. I heard that you can defeat even the powerful people in the ancient realm, right?" Tuoba Hankong said.
"boom!"
A stone stirs up thousands of waves. Su Junbao is born with divine power. He has no opponent in his realm. But at such a young age, he can defeat many unattainable masters in the ancient realm. That is, no one who has never seen him will believe it.
This is really irrelevant.
If he is a young master Tuoba, what he says will not be groundless for no reason, unless he loses so much that he doesn't even want to face and forcibly frame him.
"I seem to have heard some rumors about this young master earlier. I wonder if it is true or false?"
"What's true or false? I'm going to tell me, it's just that the people of the Central Empire can't lose, and they can't catch some rumors from the other party. They deliberately made excuses, what can't they do?"
"That is, this young master is talented and powerful, and will definitely achieve great things in the future. If he is talked about too much, he will also be passed on to the gods. But if he wants to say that he can defeat the master of Tonggu realm, who will not believe it? Unfortunately, the Central Empire will not let such a good seedling grow up, so he may use some method to frame him and get rid of him."