No one expected that the fifth competition would be so tragic.
Zhao Chengwen is indeed equal in strength to Zhao Chengwu and should not be underestimated. He is slightly better than Niu Erhu.
Both of them knew how crucial the last match was, and they spared no effort and attacked with all their might.
Niu Erhu's victory was due to his reckless energy, but Zhao Chengwen's boxing foundation was more solid and flexible. The two of them played more than 30 moves one after another without deciding the outcome. Niu Erhu's boxing foundation was still shallow and lacked stamina. At this time, Zhao Chengwen's steps were a bit scattered.
Seizing the opportunity, he knocked him to the ground with one punch and two palms.
Suffering such a heavy blow, Niu Erhu lay on the ground for a long time and could not get up. Everyone in the audience had different expressions when they saw this. Yuan Chaoxi was naturally happy, while Baili Ming was more worried and anxious.
When Zhao Chengwen saw this, he thought he had a chance to win, but he never thought that Niu Erhu would struggle to stand up, with blood on his face and a ferocious shout, and rush over like a tiger descending from the mountain.
Zhao Chengwen was frightened and ducked, then punched Niu Erhu on the back again. Niu Erhu staggered and fell to the ground.
Just as he was about to struggle to get up, Zhao Chengwen quickly stepped forward and pressed Niu Erhu to the ground with the mountain top, but Niu Erhu rolled on the ground, his limbs flailing wildly.
Zhao Chengwen was stunned for a moment: "What kind of move is this? There is nothing in the Taiyi punch method." Seizing this gap, Niu Erhu stood up again.
The mood of everyone in the audience was ups and downs, some were happy and some were worried.
Although Niu Erhu was unyielding, there was still a gap in strength between the two sides. Zhao Chengwen used a well-blocking move, turned around and knocked Niu Erhu to the ground again. Niu Erhu was lying on his back, looking exhausted.
Zhao Chengwen let out a long breath: "It seems that the outcome has been decided. These bulls and two tigers are quite tenacious, which is worthy of admiration."
Although he admired the other party in his heart, he was his opponent after all. He looked at Niu Erhu coldly, waiting for him to get up.
Niu Erhu's face was now covered in blood. He grinned and giggled a few times. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and a mouthful of bloody saliva spurted out.
Zhao Chengwen didn't expect that the other party would have such a disgusting method. He panicked for a moment and turned his head hurriedly, and the blood-streaked saliva flew out against his cheek.
Zhao Chengwen was immediately furious. When had he ever been insulted like this? He shouted loudly, stepped forward and stamped towards Niu Erhu.
Upon seeing this, Manager Fan was worried about hurting people's lives and was about to declare Zhao Chengwen the winner. Yuan Chaoxi and others had already started clapping and cheering to celebrate the victory.
Seeing the miserable situation of Niu Erhu, Bai Liming couldn't bear it. When he saw Zhao Chengwen kicking him fiercely, he couldn't help but be shocked: "Is this how you lose?"
Then he remembered Niu Erhu's solemn promise to himself before taking the field: "Brother Ming, don't worry, I won't lose." Bai Liming still had hope in his heart, believing that Niu Erhu would fight hard and reverse the outcome.
But Cui Bingwen and others on the side had their faces filled with despair, still thinking that they were doomed to lose.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Niu Erhu rolled over to avoid the kick. Taking advantage of Zhao Chengwen's disordered pace, he crossed his legs and knocked him to the ground with a rolling scissor move. Then he jumped up and pinned Zhao Chengwen underneath him.
Then he raised his fists and hit Zhao Chengwen on the door like raindrops. Never had the dignified son of the Taoist family seen this kind of fighting style from a gangster in the market.
Zhao Chengwen could only protect his head with both hands and was unable to resist for a while.
Manager Fan looked at Yuan Chaoxi, asking if the competition should be terminated. Yuan Chaoxi shook her head slightly. She felt that Chengwen still had a chance, and Manager Fan had no choice but to shake his head.
At this moment, Niu Erhu's offensive slowed down a bit, and Zhao Chengwen punched forward with both fists, trying to get rid of the suppression. Unexpectedly, Niu Erhu grabbed his hands, and with a little force, Zhao Chengwen opened the door.
Niu Erhu hit Zhao Chengwen's face with a headbutt. Zhao Chengwen's mind was spinning, and he finally fainted.
Upon seeing this, Manager Fan quickly stepped forward and pulled the two apart, announcing that Niu Erhu was the winner.
Back under the stage, Baili Ming and others supported Niu Erhu, treated the wounds, and asked with concern.
Niu Erhu's clothes were in tatters, his face was covered with blood, and he looked extremely miserable. Although he was at the end of his strength, he still pretended to be relaxed and slyly smiled: "It's okay, it's okay. I have rough skin and thick flesh. It's just a skin injury. It's okay."
In the past, when fighting with the older kids in the village, I often used this trick, pretending to be dead to show the enemy's weakness, and then counterattacking when he was unprepared. I didn't expect that it would also be effective against the legitimate son of the Taoist clan."
When everyone saw that he was fine, they felt relieved.
Most of the audience in the audience were secular people. Seeing that Baili Ming's side had won, they couldn't help but cheer.
Manager Fan felt a little uneasy. He originally thought that Yuan Chaoxi would definitely win, and if he acted as the peacemaker, both parties would not lose face. However, he never thought that Yuan Chaoxi would lose, and he was at a loss for the moment.
At this time, when he heard the cheers from all the disciples, he quickly walked up to the stage and shouted: "No noise, disciples, please be silent." After shouting several times, the cheers finally subsided.
Fan Jin thought that if Yuan Chaoxi was allowed to admit defeat in front of everyone, his guilt would be serious, so he continued: "The competition is over, all disciples should go back."
All the disciples in the audience were unwilling to accept it, but they were also afraid of causing Manager Fan's dissatisfaction, so they all dispersed.
On the other side, Bai Liming and Yuan Chaoxi looked at each other. Although Yuan Chaoxi looked angry, he was not overly emotional and threw a jade bottle casually: "We lost this competition, here are five Peiyuan Pills.
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After saying that, he turned around and left with the captain and others, leaving only Bai Liming and his group who looked on guard.
Bai Liming smiled helplessly and didn't go into details. After saying goodbye to Manager Fan, he was about to turn around and leave.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Chaoxi turned back again, with a gloomy look on his face, and said to Bailiming in a stiff tone: "Bailiming, I have a few words to say to you alone."
Cui Bingwen, Niu Erhu, Zuo Sisi, and Tan Zhenzhen were afraid that the other party would play dirty tricks, so the four of them formed a four-sided formation and surrounded Yuan Chaoxi.
Bai Liming didn't take it seriously, so he persuaded everyone to move aside, and he and Yuan Chaoxi came to the edge of the school field.
Yuan Chaoxi sneered a few times and said mockingly: "Bai Liming, I didn't expect you to be so insidious and cunning, using Tian Ji's horse racing tricks. Don't you dare to fight me openly?"
Bailiming couldn't help but feel a little angry after hearing this. After thinking about it, he didn't offend the other party. He had repeatedly given in before, but you were aggressive, which led to such a result. Instead of reflecting on himself, he blamed his opponent. It was really unreasonable.
He sarcastically said, "The battle just now was fair and square. We were not strong enough, so we had to outsmart you. Fellow Daoist Yuan wouldn't want to go back on his word."
Yuan Chaoxi's pretty face turned red, and then she turned coldly and said: "I lost just now, I admit it. It's just that I want to fight you alone again."
Bai Liming sneered: "Oh, does that mean we have to compete again, and if we lose, we still have to fight?"
Yuan Chaoxi said angrily: "You..." As he spoke, he clenched his fists tightly, his delicate body trembling slightly, and it looked like he was about to punch out at the next moment.
Baili Ming also quietly distanced himself, preparing to fight.
Yuan Chaoxi took a long breath, slowly let go of his clenched palms, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you want to know why I am targeting you? No matter you win or lose this time, I will tell you, and no matter what the result is, I promise I won’t bother you again in the future.”
Hearing this, Bai Liming stopped being verbose and simply replied with the word "good".
"Tomorrow night at Xu time, it will be just you and me, still here, see you there or not." After saying that, Yuan Chaoxi turned around and left.
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Arriving at the trestle by the lake, Yuan Chaoxi's friends were still waiting for her.
Seeing her return, the captain stepped forward and asked with concern: "Chaoxi, what are you looking for that Baili Ming for? Are you trying to compete again?"
Yuan Chaoxi did not respond, but apologized: "I have made everyone feel wronged this time, and I did not expect them to be so cunning."
The captain said guiltily: "I blame you this time. I shouldn't have been so impulsive to come on stage in advance. As long as I avoid Baili Ming, the others are just chickens and dogs, and they can win anyway."
Yuan Chaoxi comforted: "I don't blame you, Changji. We were all careless. The main thing is that we can't know ourselves and our enemies. But if we lose, we lose. We can't outsmart others. Let's find opportunities to win back."
The captain asked, "Should we compete again? I won't make any mistakes this time, and they will definitely not win."
Yuan Zhaoxi waved her hands and said, "No, I still have unresolved grievances with him, so if we make an appointment to fight alone, you don't need to participate in this matter."
"But..." Bian Zhangji wanted to help, but Yuan Chaoxi had already made up his mind and did not agree.
Seeing Yuan Chaoxi's resolute attitude, everyone stopped saying anything. All they had to do was look around and their eyes were darting around, full of sinister looks.
On the other side, Bai Liming also encountered the same problem. Facing the people's inquiries, he looked at Niu Erhu with a bruised face and the tired and injured people. He couldn't bear it, and he didn't want everyone to bear the burden for him anymore. risk.
I guess Yuan Chaoxi is also an upright person, not a sinister person, so I will let him face it alone this time.
Thinking of this, they found some reasons to excuse themselves. Everyone was happy to have won the game, so they didn't pay much attention to it. The group of people returned to their residence talking and laughing.
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At Xu o'clock the next day, the night on Longmen Island was quiet and peaceful. The moonlight was like water, falling on the high platform of the school grounds. The flat high platform was like a dusty bronze mirror, emitting a faint silver light.
The surrounding dense forest swayed under the gentle breeze, and the shadows on the ground also changed into various postures, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
Bai Liming and Yuan Zhaoxi stood at opposite ends of the high platform, silent to each other, as if no one wanted to break the peaceful night.
One is graceful and graceful, while the other is a jade tree facing the wind, with soaring momentum. They are a pair of beautiful people.
Bai Liming took the lead to break the silence, pinched the road and saluted: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, please enlighten me."
Yuan Chaoxi didn't waste any words. After returning the courtesy, he stepped forward with his left foot and suddenly jumped forward. His body was like an arrow leaving the string, and he attacked.
Baili Ming stepped forward and moved forward, swinging his fists left and right. The double dragons extended their claws and continuously bombarded forward.
Yuan Chaoxi snorted coldly, twisted his body in the air, flew out with a kick, and kicked directly to the bridge of the opponent's nose, using an attack-defense strategy.
Bailiming leaped sideways and dodged lightly. Before Yuan Chaoxi's feet landed on the ground, he punched away again.
The two of them fought back and forth for dozens of rounds. Although Bai Liming entered the Qi refining stage later than Yuan Zhaoxi, the advantage was that the man's physique was already strong and he practiced a hundred times on weekdays. His strength was not much weaker than Yuan Zhaoxi's.
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I saw Yuan Chaoxi walking around in the field, wearing a red shirt and skirt, which seemed to turn into a group of leaping fiery clouds. Baili Ming retreated and retreated, the green monk's robe flew like a swift fly, the two fought evenly, and they won for a while.
It's hard to divide the burden.
Suddenly, a black feather arrow quickly slid through the watery moonlight, like a flying fish swimming rapidly, and pierced Baili Ming's heart!