Martial Doctor Supreme

Chapter 48 Destined to Win

Everyone looked up and looked at the figure on the ring.

Including Yang Mu!

Although Yang Mu came for the 5 million prize money, he also wanted to see if there were any masters here. So far, he was really disappointed.

Basong in the ring, in his eyes, his strength is barely okay, but at this level, everyone has been stunned, and no one dares to take the stage!

With this kind of strength, is it enough to sweep the masters of Tianhai City?

Just when Yang Mu was full of disappointment and planned to take the stage to meet the underground boxing champion for a while, someone stepped into the ring ahead of him.

The person who came to the stage was an elegant middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, with a slender figure and a black training suit.

Seeing this middle-aged man, many people showed joy in the arena.

"It's the Master Guo of Zhenwei Wuguan!"

"Guo Guanzhu is here too! He is a well-known expert in our Tianhai City. Since he has stood up, this bullshit underground boxing champion is definitely not his opponent."

"If you dare to underestimate Chinese martial arts, you should give this guy some color!"

"Guo Guanzhu, come on, beat that guy to his knees and beg for mercy!"

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They were annoyed in their hearts, but they knew that they were not Basong's opponents, so people who dared not take the stage became extremely excited when they saw Guo Xiong taking the stage.

Although Guo Xiong is middle-aged, his appearance is still handsome and he has an indifferent temperament, which is in line with people's imagination of traditional Chinese martial arts masters.

Standing on the ring, he first bowed his hands to the people around him, and then looked at Ba Song: "Guo Xiong, the 19th generation successor of Guo's Body Bagua Zhang, came to ask your Excellency for advice!"

Ba Song sneered and said disdainfully: "You Chinese people have a lot of stinky problems.

If you fight in the arena, you will fight in the arena, and ask for advice! "

Guo Xiong didn't quarrel with him, he walked under the ring to sign the agreement, and when he returned to the ring, he was about to put on a swimming baguazhang start when Ba Song had already rushed in front of him and punched him in front of him!

"This bastard made a sneak attack again, Master Guo, be careful!"

There were many exclamations from the audience.

Guo Xiong was not in a hurry, his legs were like scissors, his waist was the axis, and his palms were sticking out one after the other.

When the opponent's punch came in front of him, he turned his waist and avoided the violent punch, and then both palms were punched together, flipping up and down like a dragon, hitting the opponent's body everywhere!

Bassong was taken aback, withdrew his fists to block the sides of his head, and arched his upper body to protect his vitals, a typical defensive stance.

Guo Xiong, who looked elegant and peaceful at first, was like a tiger going down the mountain at this moment, and like a big dragon spinning around Ba Song, all kinds of fierce palms hit the opponent.

The most powerful thing about Youshen Baguazhang lies in the palm technique and also in the footwork!

Under Guo Xiong's series of onslaughts, Ba Song had no power to fight back at all. He could only be beaten constantly. Occasionally, he found a chance to fight back. He punched out, but was easily avoided by the opponent. offensive.

Seeing the arrogant Ba Song just now, he was completely beaten at the moment, and many people in the audience cheered loudly with excitement on their faces.

In the crowd, a woman with sunglasses, silver hair, and the height of an international supermodel stood out. The man beside him had the corners of his eyes, without exception, all falling on her.

Some thick-skinned men wanted to stand beside her, but as soon as they got close to her, they felt like they were being stared at by beasts and shuddered.

As a result, the crowds in other places were tightly packed, and besides the middle-aged people who came with her, there was no one else beside her.

The silver-haired woman looked at the scene on the stage and said softly, "He lost."

The tall, middle-aged man beside her nodded and said, "Guo Xiong's palm technique and body technique are all reasonable, but his power is limited.

In terms of skills, he is stronger than the boxing champion Bassoon, but in terms of physical fitness, he is undoubtedly far worse.

This is a common problem of many traditional martial arts masters, focusing on fighting, but forgetting that the body is the root of everything. No matter how strong your skills are, if a hundred punches can't break the defense, and if someone smashes you with one punch, then it is destined to be impossible to win. "

He smiled and said, "At this level of competition, those from the ancient martial arts family don't even bother to participate.

If no one makes a move, this Ba Song really thinks that there is no one in China.

Or, wait a minute, you go up and give this guy some color to see? "

"He doesn't deserve to let me shoot."

The silver-haired woman's tone was flat, as if she was stating a fact that everyone should understand, "You can go to the stage and teach him a lesson."

"..." The tall and middle-aged man was speechless. What he meant was that Bassong was not worthy of letting you do it, but did he deserve to let me do it?

Yang Mu in the crowd gradually frowned, and the more he looked at it, the more wrong it became.

In the ring, Guo Xiong was still fighting Basong.

The problem is, Guo Xiong's fierce and stormy offensive did not injure Bassong at all.

However, his own breath was already a little unstable. As his physical energy reached the limit, his steps were no longer light, and his palms gradually became less sharp.

As a result, the exposed flaws increased dramatically.

Bassong seized a flaw, roared in his mouth, his muscles bulged, and he punched Guo Xiong's chest.

Kacha-!

Bone cracking sounded!

It really is a hundred punches, not as powerful as one punch!

Amidst the exclamations of countless people under the ring, Guo Xiong spat out blood, and flew out and smashed under the ring, his chest collapsed and his face turned pale.

He struggled to get up, but before he got up, he fell to the ground again, and said with a sullen face, "I lost."

quiet!

The scene fell silent again.

No one expected that Guo Xiong, who seemed to have the upper hand just now, would be defeated so quickly and miserably!

Bassong stood on the ring, looked down at the people under the stage, and said with a joking smile:

"I thought Huaxia Wushu was so powerful, but it turned out to be like a monkey jumping up and down. I didn't know, I thought you were dancing! FUCK! How about changing the name of Huaxia Wushu to Huaxia Monkey Dancing?"

Everyone in the audience was so angry that their eyes were about to burst into flames.

Guo Xiong's chest was heaving, and he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood again. He only felt that he had humiliated the name of Chinese martial arts, and said with a miserable smile:

"It's not that Huaxia martial arts is not good, it's just that I'm too incompetent! Don't be too arrogant, there will always be someone who can take care of you!"

"yes?

Then I'll see if there are any other soft-footed shrimps who dare to come up. "

Bassoon looked disdainful.

In his opinion, comparing Chinese martial arts with modern martial arts is a joke.

This is an iron-clad fact. The Chinese people are also very good at their mouths and their fists. If one counts as one, they are all waste!

Although the people in the ring are very upset, no one wants to come on stage to be beaten. You look at me, I look at you, and no one comes on stage.

The corner of Basong's mouth twitched, and he was about to continue mocking again. A figure walked to the place where the agreement was signed under the ring and said to the host, "Give me a copy."

shhhhh--

All eyes fell on Yang Mu.

When Shang Qingdai saw Yang Mu, she was surprised: "Why is he here?"