Become a prophet in the Tiga world

A martial arts club in China.

In the spacious hall, a dozen students wearing white practice uniforms sat on both sides, watching the two people on the field attentively.

A male student attacked the coach with all his strength, punching and kicking, with extraordinary momentum, but was easily blocked by the opponent.

"Too slow."

"It's too slow."

"Hurry up."

"Hurry up!"

The burly coach had a relaxed expression on his face, blocking the students' attacks while scolding him loudly.

"Two more people!"

The surrounding students heard this, and after hesitating for a moment, two students came out of the crowd and attacked the coach one from the left and the other from the right.

The three male students have strong skills and cooperate with each other in advance and retreat. The wind is whistling in their fists and feet, and they are fierce. Every move seems to be done with all their strength and without mercy.

"The fists are soft and have no strength at all. Haven't you eaten?"

The coach reprimanded loudly. Under the white exercise clothes, the knotted muscles were like the roots of an old tree, full of explosive power.

After three months of being squeezed, the student's face turned red. He let go of his hands and feet, used more force, and attacked the vital points without sparing any effort.

The sounds of fists and kicks were heard endlessly, and the students' fists fell on the coach, making a crackling sound.

But he turned a blind eye, holding out his chest and allowing the opponent to attack. Every time he punched, it was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, and it was as powerful as a thousand punches.

The students didn't dare to take a hard hit and retreated one after another. The coach seized the opportunity, shouted loudly, and suddenly swept his legs and used a strong wind to sweep the fallen leaves. Three students were kicked in the thigh almost at the same time and flew far away like a gourd on the ground.

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"Beautiful!"

"That's awesome!"

"I want to learn this trick!"

The onlookers were all stunned. After a few seconds of silence, they realized what they were doing and burst out into cheers.

“Coach Wu’s iron shirt is so powerful!”

"Yes, I would be satisfied if I had one-tenth of the coach's strength."

"Go to sleep, you will have everything in your dreams."

Listening to the students' praise, Coach Wu showed a satisfied smile on his face.

He enjoys this feeling of being surrounded by stars.

Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of a young man at the back of the crowd.

Everyone else was in admiration, but his reaction was mediocre. He seemed a little disapproving and was out of tune with everyone.

"You, just you, the guy in black, I think you seem a little dissatisfied?"

The young man looked around, and after confirming that the person calling was him, he smiled and said: "I don't dare, I just think that it would be better if the kick just went up a little bit."

When Coach Wu heard this, he was shocked.

The other party is right. He really hasn't mastered this move well enough. It's okay against ordinary people. Once he meets a real master, it's easy to spot him.

However, immediately a ball of anger arose in his heart.

This brat comes out of nowhere and doesn’t understand the rules so much that he points out his shortcomings in public. I’m afraid he’s not here to kick the gym!

A young guy who has only experienced a little more experience at best can he still be better than his past?

Let me teach you a lesson for your family.

Coach Wu sneered and said: "It seems that you know martial arts very well. In that case, why not come up and give me some advice."

"I don't take advice seriously, but since my seniors invited me, it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Luoyang ignored the jeers of other students and walked straight out of the crowd.

Some female students looked at his figure and couldn't help but express regret. It would be a pity for such a handsome face to be beaten into a pig's head.

The young man is of course Luoyang, and this time he has a super handsome face.

The coach sneered and stood there without moving. Luoyang cupped his fists and saluted, and then made a Tai Chi starting pose.

Seeing that the other party still didn't respond, Luoyang knew that he didn't bother to strike first, so he took the initiative and hit him in the chest with a light palm.

Coach Wu did not dodge or evade, and faced him with his chest raised.

Boom——

There was a muffled sound and Coach Wu took three steps back.

Wudang Palm!!

The strong and powerful dark energy made his face change slightly, and he immediately realized that he had underestimated the enemy.

If the other party had been intentional just now, I'm afraid he would have been injured.

After adjusting his mentality, Coach Wu became serious and did not dare to look down upon him anymore. He stepped forward and punched out with the sound of wind and thunder.

Luoyang made a circle with his hands, pressed lightly, and drew Coach Wu's fist aside, then pressed one hand to his chest again.

Coach Wu shouted loudly and punched out.

When the fists and palms came together, Luoyang suddenly changed his moves. His palms were like poisonous snakes spitting messages, and he flipped flexibly, wrapped around his fists, pulled hard, and at the same time swept one foot towards the opponent's lower body.

Attacked from up and down, Coach Wu lost his balance instantly and his body was thrown out.

"Come again!"

Coach Wu flipped around in the air, landed awkwardly, roared, and charged forward again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two of them were fighting each other with fists and feet, and they were attacking each other more than ten times in a blink of an eye.

The surrounding students were stunned. At first, they could clearly see their movements, but later they could only see the shadows of their fists and legs, and could not see their moves at all.

Some students couldn't help but cheer loudly.

So exciting!

This isn't a sparring match, it's clearly a fight between gods!

Coach Wu was embarrassed to say that he really met a master this time.

His fists were always easily deflected by the opponent. Occasionally he hit his body, but it was like cotton wool, unable to exert any force.

The opponent hit him, with light and dark energy alternating, hard and soft, instantly making his whole body sore and numb, and his hands and feet weak.

Bang!!

The two punched each other again and each retreated. Coach Wu remained silent, his face uncertain.

He lost.

Lost to a young boy.

But it was really embarrassing for him to admit it personally.

"The Iron Cloth Shirt of Dragon Yin is indeed well-deserved for its reputation. I am willing to bow down to you."

Just when he was hesitant, Luoyang gave in directly.

Coach Wu was stunned for a moment, then realized and smiled awkwardly.

"Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the world will still be dominated by you young people from now on."

Luoyang handed over his hands, turned around and left in a dashing way, leaving behind a look of wonder.

……

Starlight spaceship.

Main control room.

Luoyang was the only one in the empty room. He took off his golden holy clothes, dressed in ordinary clothes, and sat casually on the throne.

A blue light screen unfolds in front of you, which looks very sci-fi if it is real.

From top to bottom, there were more than a dozen names listed on the light screen. Luoyang tapped his finger and a name was crossed out.

"Replace with a group of stronger ones. These people are too weak and cannot be used as training at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, a light flashed on the screen, and a batch of new names appeared.

"Your Excellency, Captain, we have selected personnel who meet the requirements for you. The information comes from the Chinese Academy of Ancient Martial Arts and the Chinese Martial Arts Association."

"Show data."

"Yes."

Around the blue light screen, a dozen small light screens are projected, which are densely packed with a large number of characters' life stories.

Luoyang closed his eyes and opened them after a few seconds. The red light in his eyes flashed away, and around the pupils, three black magatama stones rotated slightly and then disappeared.

After a while, Luoyang closed his eyes again and silently digested the information in his mind.