Martial Arts Immortal

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In the ring, the battle was very stalemate.

Lin Zheyu deliberately suppressed his strength and fought back and forth with the opponent.

Under the ring, most of them were betting on Lin Weizhuo to win. Seeing that Lin Weizhuo seemed to have the upper hand, they couldn't help but cheer loudly.

Only the people next to the betting table were slightly calm.

They need to observe the warriors' battles and judge the general strength range of the warriors from several battles.

Then the odds are set based on the battle data.

If they had casually set the odds, they would have lost everything.

"Master Yang, do you like this person?"

The man in charge of this arena couldn't help but feel curious when he saw the old man beside him looking at the warrior who had just come on stage with interest.

The old man couldn't see his strength clearly, and there was no aura fluctuation emanating from his body, just like an ordinary bad old man.

He was holding the wine bottle in his right hand, lying on the rocking chair, rocking, and leisurely looking at Lin Zheyu on the ring.

"The strength is good."

"A very thoughtful young man wants to make a fortune from us."

"However, he is still a bit too young and his acting skills are not good enough. This is not how he is beaten while holding back. There is no tension or urgency in his eyes. He is too fake."

"Add his odds lower in the next game, to 0.5 to 1."

The old man surnamed Yang took a sip of wine and said with a smile.

"Yes, sir."

The man nodded and asked someone to adjust the odds.

He glanced at the audience who were shouting excitedly because Lin Weizhuo had the upper hand, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

Master Yang asked him to adjust the odds of the warrior named Zhao Hao, which showed that this battle was a foregone conclusion.

Lin Weizhuo is destined to lose.

He has no doubts about Master Yang's judgment.

"Master Yang actually has such a high opinion of this person. He directly sets the odds without looking at the warrior who will challenge him next time."

"This kind of treatment is usually only given to warriors who value the opponent and think that the opponent has the potential to win the honor of being undefeated in a hundred games. Mr. Yang will do this."

"What is this guy's background?"

The man looked at Lin Zheyu curiously.

Looking through the information just registered by the other party, he was very doubtful about the authenticity of the above information.

Name: Zhao Hao

Age: 58

Origin: Li family warrior

Origin: None.

"To be so favored by Mr. Yang, this person should be from some secret force, right?" the man guessed secretly.

"It's interesting. What kind of breath gathering technique does this little guy practice? Even I can't see through it."

"A very powerful physique. The Lin boy can't even break through the opponent's defense."

"You have mastered Qinggong and Shenfa to such an extent. You are such a good little guy..."

"Huh!?"

"This extremely domineering force is solid and powerful. Isn't it like a rootless tree or a sourceless water that condenses the seeds of domineering true meaning?"

"Although the Purple Thunder Fist is used, there are shadows of the Barbarian Bull Fist in the boxing technique."

"Could this little guy be a disciple of the Niu Demon Sect?"

The old man surnamed Yang looked at Lin Zheyu with an interesting look on his face.

Although Lin Zheyu's strength cannot be discerned, experienced warriors like the old man surnamed Yang can also tell a lot through his combat performance.

He watched for a while and then drank a small drink by himself.

A battle with a determined outcome has no viewing value.

really.

A few minutes later.

Bang!

Lin Weizhuo accidentally tripped over an inconspicuous stone, and Lin Zheyu took the opportunity to punch him out of the ring.

Lin Weizhuo was stunned.

The audience outside the field was also stunned, and there was a burst of noise.

"What's going on? What happened just now? Why did Mr. Lin lose?"

"Didn't we almost win just now? How is this possible? Can anyone explain to me?"

"Ah, my two thousand taels of silver!"

"..."

Lin Weizhuo was punched out of the ring and fell heavily to the ground.

He was stunned for a long time, finding it difficult to accept the fact that he had lost.

"Concession."

Lin Zheyu's voice brought Lin Weizhuo back to reality.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He tapped his toes, jumped up, and reached the ring again.

Every warrior has two challenge opportunities every day. It does not mean that if the challenge fails, there will be no chance.

Truly powerful warriors become more courageous with every setback and fight after repeated defeats.

The martial arts exchange meeting is mainly to give martial artists an opportunity to communicate and learn from each other, rather than a purely competitive venue. Failure once will not deprive the other party of the opportunity to continue challenging.

But the warriors will not be allowed to challenge endlessly. They can only challenge twice a day.

"Come again!"

"I was careless just now, I won't lose this time!"

Lin Weizhuo said with firm eyes.

He was full of fighting spirit, and there was no contempt in his eyes when he looked at Lin Zheyu.

"I'm Lin Weizhuo. I don't know your friend's surname."

Lin Weizhuo asked solemnly, no longer as unreasonable and contemptuous as before.

"Zhao Hao."

"Wait a minute, I'll place a bet."

Lin Zheyu said lightly.

After saying that, he turned around and jumped off the ring, leaving Lin Weizhuo on the stage.

As Lin Zheyu approached, the warriors surrounding the gambling board all made way.

"Boy, that's awesome, but I still bet on Mr. Lin to win this game!"

A strong man grinned at Lin Zheyu and said hehe.

Lin Zheyu glanced at him lightly and came to the place where he placed the bet indifferently.

"The most you can bet now is two thousand taels of silver, right?"

"Bet the thousand taels I just earned together, and I will win the bet."

Lin Zheyu said.

He glanced at the betting board and couldn't help but be slightly startled: "Why are my odds so low? Shouldn't they be raised?"

"This is the result of our comprehensive evaluation."

"Do you want to continue placing bets?"

The man who recorded the amount of the bet asked respectfully.

"Down!"

"You give me the maximum amount every game."

Lin Zheyu was a little speechless, but he still took out a 10,000-tael silver note.

Although there are a little less, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are.

"Boy, don't think about pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, or to plunder the wool. Show your full strength."

Some old voices suddenly sounded in his ears. Lin Zheyu's heart suddenly tightened and the hairs all over his body stood up.

He looked around suddenly, but he didn't find who was speaking just now.

"Huh?"

"Interesting, I haven't heard of the secret transmission?"

The voice recalled it again, with a hint of surprise in its tone.

Lin Zheyu was slightly stunned when he heard this.

He glanced around, and finally his eyes fell on the old man lying on the couch beside him, swaying leisurely.

The old man was looking at him with interest, grinning, revealing his slightly yellowed teeth.

"Is this the old man talking?"

"Transmitting sounds into secrets, is there such a technique in martial arts?"

Lin Zheyu thought to himself.

He has been shopping in the market for so long, but he has never seen similar skills and secrets.

"Don't guess, it's the old man."

"Hurry up and get on stage. The Lin family has to wait impatiently."

"Don't be in a hurry to leave now that today's arena challenge is over."

"After you take the stage, you will unleash all your strength. If you can satisfy me, I will give you some luck."

The voice continued, with a hint of interesting charm in its tone.

Lin Zheyu looked at the old man, but he didn't look at him. Instead, he drank by himself, squinting and rocking the rocking chair, very leisurely.

"Is this old man a strong man from the Wuji Sect?"

"Did he discover my true strength?"

Lin Zheyu couldn't help but frown slightly.

He originally thought that the Nine Turns Locking Origin Skill combined with the Turtle Breath True Skill would be able to perfectly cover up his own powerful strength, but he didn't expect to be seen through so quickly.

"No, the blocking ability of the Nine Turns Locking Yuan Gong is extremely powerful, even a master warrior can hardly see through it."

"Otherwise, it would be impossible to seal the peak strength for the future. As time goes by, the energy of the seal will gradually dissipate."

Lin Zheyu said secretly.

He took a deep breath to clear away the distracting thoughts in his mind.

The thought inspires the seeds of domineering truth in the spirit, and a powerful belief that I am fearless, incomparable, fearless, and invincible emerges from the depths of my heart.

Lin Zheyu is no longer timid.

Stop thinking about the possible consequences.

Even if the sky falls, he will still dig a hole!

"Now that it's been seen that I'm pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, there's no need to continue pretending."

"I have long wanted to try the method of challenging talented warriors from major forces to strengthen my own strong heart, but it doesn't work."

The corners of Lin Zheyu's mouth raised slightly.

With every step he took, his aura became stronger and stronger.

"really!"

Feeling the powerful aura rising from Lin Zheyu, Lin Weizhuo looked extremely solemn.

He just guessed that Zhao Hao was very powerful, but he was just pretending to be powerful, intending to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.

Now it seems that his guess was indeed correct.

"Interesting, interesting~"

"A wild warrior with no background has also comprehended the seeds of the true meaning of domineering, and it is very likely that he comprehended it based on Barbarian Ox Fist."

"Hey, that stupid cow owes me a favor."

Feeling the powerful and domineering momentum rising from Lin Zheyu's body, which confirmed his previous guess, the old man surnamed Yang couldn't help but laugh.

Unexpectedly, on the second day of the martial arts exchange conference, he would encounter such an interesting thing.

"Take action."

Lin Zheyu came to the ring, looked at Lin Weizhuo and said lightly.

At this time, his temperament was completely different from before, full of domineering and powerful momentum.

This kind of momentum can only be emitted when he forcibly suppresses the true meaning of Turtle Breath and stimulates the seeds of domineering true meaning in his consciousness.

The true meaning of Turtle Breath has a great influence on him. If he does not suppress it, Lin Zheyu will unknowingly become a Buddhist and continue to live in obscurity.

"good!"

Lin Weizhuo is no longer as arrogant as before.

The momentum that erupted from Zhao Hao was not very strong for him. He had already understood the true meaning, but in order to integrate multiple true meanings, he deliberately suppressed his realm and did not advance.

Even if he truly meant that he had gone further than the other party, Lin Weizhuo still felt an inexplicable sense of crisis from the other party.

This sense of crisis reached its peak the moment the other party decided not to hide it.

He had the feeling of facing a terrifying and powerful beast.

Bang!

Lin Weizhuo took a long breath, and the energy and blood in his legs exploded, and his whole body was blasted towards Lin Zheyu like a cannonball.

The strong wind roared, and the terrifying fist force was released. The fist broke through the air and hit Lin Zheyu's head.

"What a speed!"

Suddenly, Lin Weizhuo's face suddenly changed color.

The opponent who was standing in front of him just now disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He stopped suddenly, kicked his right leg hard, and quickly moved sideways to retreat.

But it's too late.

Lin Weizhuo felt a pain in his back when the strong wind hit him. A terrifying force came and he was thrown away and fell off the ring.

"Next."

Lin Zheyu's faint voice sounded, and the audience fell into silence.

Fast, too fast.

Incredibly fast.

The battle was over before they could respond.

"Fuck!"

"What the hell?"

"Mad, is it over?"

"Fuck, I lost again?"

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After a few seconds of silence, the audience suddenly burst into noise.

Lin Weizhuo was frustrated again and slowly got up from the ground, his eyes dazed.

But he was stunned for only two seconds before he regained his composure.

"I will come again tomorrow."

Lin Weizhuo looked at Lin Zheyu on the stage and said indifferently, then turned and left.

Not seeing the other person's leaving figure, Lin Zheyu shook his head slightly.

Too weak, even with such little strength, he came up to challenge.

No wonder Li Mengxi said that his sister Li Mengqi almost achieved an undefeated record of 100 games.

With Li Mengqi's strength, if all the participating warriors were so weak, it would really be possible to do it.

"No one dares to come up?"

Lin Zheyu glanced around, exuding a domineering aura, and said lightly with a downward attitude.

"I'll meet you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a muscular man about two and three meters tall stepped onto the ring.

He holds a thick mace with a very wild shape.

"Luo Manghan is here too, now there is something good to watch."

"You don't want your life. You dare to call him a fool. If he hears it, you will be in trouble." The companion beside him warned in a low voice.

Luo Manghan, formerly known as Luo Manghan.

Because of his tall, strong stature and wild appearance, he also likes to carry a huge mace to convince others, so he is nicknamed the Rough Man.

"Isn't that what everyone calls them?"

The man murmured softly and glanced at the strong man timidly. He was relieved when he saw that the other man didn't pay attention to him.

"Hurry up and place your bets. Luo Manghan is already on the field. The warrior named Zhao Hao will definitely lose now."

"Luo Manghan is very powerful. He has developed a body of copper skin and iron bones. It is estimated that even Zhao Hao will not be able to break through his defense."

The warriors under the ring took advantage of the interval when the battle started to place their bets.

The person in charge of registration, according to Lin Zheyu's instructions, placed a bet of three thousand taels of silver on him.

"You're a very good boy. You can beat Lin Weizhuo. You have some strength."

"I won't bully you. I just finished two battles. You can rest for a while and start again when you return to your peak condition."

Luo Manghan said hehe.

He gently put the mace on the ground, and a loud bang was heard, directly smashing a crack into the extremely hard stone slab made of green gangite.

Qingganite is a special rock, as hard as fine iron.

This shows the terrifying weight of Luo Manghan's mace.

"No, let's get started."

Lin Zheyu said calmly after seeing the referee indicating that it could start.

The person in front of him gave him a much stronger feeling than Lin Weizhuo just now.

But that's all.

After being promoted to the Qi and Blood Dragon Realm, his physique transformed again. In terms of physical strength alone, Luo Manghan was not necessarily stronger than him.

"readily."

"Take action. If I take action first, you won't have a chance to take action."

Luo Manghan said domineeringly.

He held a huge mace in his right hand and danced it randomly, creating strong winds.

"good."

Lin Zheyu smiled faintly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure disappeared in an instant and turned into a ghostly shadow, attacking Luo Manghan.

Phew~~

When Luo Manghan saw this, his face was still full of smile. He waved his right hand casually, as if he had predicted it, and smashed it down on the road that Lin Zheyu must pass.

Lin Zheyu's figure suddenly stopped, turned in an instant, and threw out his right foot, making a loud crackling sound in the air.

Luo Manghan tilted his head slightly and quickly stretched out his left hand to grab Lin Zheyu's right leg.

Lin Zheyu's waist suddenly exerted force, and his body suddenly twisted in the air to avoid Luo Manghan's left hand.

In a short period of time, the two exchanged five or six moves in a row.

Although Luo Manghan looks very wild, his huge size gives people a feeling of insufficient flexibility.

And indeed it is.

Luo Manghan is not very fast.

But his combat experience is extremely astonishing. His terrifying combat intuition allows him to see through Lin Zheyu's moves in an instant, and he can take the lead in responding with his strong prediction ability.

Bang bang bang!

Two figures collided quickly on the ring.

Luo Manghan's originally confident smile disappeared and was replaced by a serious expression.

His proud pre-judgment attacks had no effect on the man in front of him.

The opponent's Qinggong movement is incredibly powerful, and he can make all kinds of incredible dodges and moves.

"Interesting, what does this really mean?"

"No, it's not the effect of the true meaning. This true meaning is more like the true meaning of the martial arts of the God of War Sect."

"He was able to respond as if he had predicted it, purely relying on his strong martial arts intuition and rich combat experience."

When Lin Zheyu was fighting, he still had time to think.

Although Luo Manghan is powerful, he is not powerful enough for him to be taken seriously.

He just found it very interesting to see the opponent's fighting style as if he could predict it in advance, and planned to fight with him for a while to increase his combat experience.

Along the way, Lin Zheyu didn't have much real combat experience, especially experience in fighting against strong men of different martial arts.

"Master Yang, Luo Manghan is a disciple of the God of War Sect. The 1 to 0.5 odds you set for Zhao Hao, do you think Zhao Hao can win this battle?"

The person in charge of the betting couldn't help but asked curiously.

He watched the battle in the ring, the two men were fighting fiercely.

Luo Manghan was like a prophet who could predict the future. Facing Zhao Hao's astonishing speed, he was not afraid at all and could always attack the opponent's upcoming position in advance.

And Zhao Hao is even weirder. His Qinggong and body skills are so amazing that he can often avoid Luo Manghan's attacks with cunning and weird postures.

"It's set high."

"Zhao Hao is very strong. As long as the true disciples of the sect and the geniuses trained by the family don't take action, he will be invincible with his light skills."

The old man surnamed Yang said leisurely.

He took a sip of wine, ate the fruit fed by the maid, and continued: "Continue to follow this odds from now on, no longer lower it, give the little guy a little sweetness."

"Yes, sir."

The man responded, extremely surprised.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yang's opinion of Zhao Hao was so high, comparable to that of a true disciple of the sect and a genius child of a famous family.

"I have never seen this Qinggong movement technique before. It seems to have shadows of the real Kung Fu of Ten Thousand Army Blood Demon."

"Not only is the Ten Thousand Army Blood Demon True Kung Fu, but it also seems to be integrated into other light kung fu movements. It's such an amazing understanding."

The old man surnamed Yang watched the battle on the ring and thought to himself.

Although Lin Zheyu's Qinggong movement has been practiced to a superb level, he can still see a trace of disharmony.

This disharmony does not mean that it is disharmonious when used.

But the styles of different exercises are different. Even if they are integrated into one exercise, several different styles can be seen.

Through this inconspicuous trace, the old man surnamed Yang guessed that Lin Zheyu's Qinggong movement was not a powerful Qinggong.

It was cultivated after integrating multiple Qinggong movements.

Now, he was even more sure that the other party was not a warrior from a powerful force.

To practice multiple Qinggong movements to a superb level requires an astonishing amount of energy and time.

It is impossible for a warrior who comes from a powerful force to waste time and energy on these techniques.

"No, we can't give this raw jade to that stupid cow."

"Isn't it just a technique that specializes in domineering true meaning? Our Wuji Sect also has it, so it's okay if we don't have it." The old man surnamed Yang thought to himself.

The more he watched the battle, the more satisfied he became with Lin Zheyu.

With his rich martial arts experience, it can be seen that Lin Zheyu is able to fight with ease. It is obvious that his strength is far superior to Luo Manghan.

"Well, this kid has finally had enough fun, is he planning to end the battle..."

The old man surnamed Yang waved to the man not far away: "Go check Zhao Hao's background, and ask Baizhong to come over."

"Yes, sir."

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"Hmph, you only dare to fight guerrillas with your light skills, but you dare to fight me openly!"

The older Luo Manghan got, the more frustrated he became, and he snorted coldly.

Although he is not good at Qinggong and Shenfa, relying on his rich combat experience and the combat intuition he has developed, he can easily defeat even warriors who are good at Qinggong and Shenfa.

As long as he stands still, remains unchanged in response to all changes, and anticipates the opponent's attacks, he can easily defeat the opponent.

But the man in front of him was different from other warriors who were good at light kung fu.

His Qinggong movement is too terrifying.

"as you wish!"

Lin Zheyu said lightly.

His fighting style suddenly changed, his body was filled with domineering punches, and the sound of wind and thunder exploded in his chest.

"Hey, head on head on, I'm not afraid of anyone!"

Luo Manghan smiled when he saw that the other party foolishly obeyed his words.

The Qi and blood in his body were roaring, and the knotted muscles on his body, like steel bars, expanded rapidly, and the meridians and blood vessels bulged, wrapping around his whole body like a giant python.

In addition to practicing the divine fighting skills of the God of War Sect, Luo Manghan also practiced body training techniques.

Relying on his powerful physique, he was extremely reckless in his play.

Rumble——

The fist wearing a tungsten gold glove tore through the air, flashing golden fluorescence under the sunlight, and the fist exploded with the sound of thunder.

When~~~~

The fist and the mace collided together, making a deafening sound, and invisible sound waves centered on the two of them like ocean waves, vibrating in all directions.

Almost all the warriors watching the battle, those below the training level, couldn't help but change their faces and quickly covered their ears.

"Fuck!"

The moment the mace collided with the opponent's fist, Luo Manghan's confident face changed color instantly.

He felt an extremely terrifying force crushing him directly.

This force was incredibly strong, breaking through his physical defense like a torrent.

The palm holding the huge mace was shaken by the huge force, and the sound of cracking bones was heard.

Luo Manghan knew that the bones in his wrist were injured.

Bang bang bang——

He quickly retreated, and the energy and blood in his body roared into his legs. Every foot stepped on the Qingang Rock to pieces, and several cracks appeared.

Bang——

However, even so, he still couldn't stop his retreat and fell directly out of the field.

The scene was deathly silent.