The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

At the end of the lottery, Tang Zheng failed to maintain his good luck. He had to compete with the Siamese Songba for the final qualification. Songba was in high spirits and very excited. This book speed update address t/rzsvxvv

"I can finally fight with you, so this trip is worthwhile." Songba said with high spirits.

Songba's goal is very clear, he is coming for Tang Zheng, the champion of the martial arts tournament is not very attractive to him at all.

This time he was able to compete with Tang Zheng openly and aboveboard in the arena, and he got his wish.

This time Yu Zhankui appeared again, looked at the two with a smirk, and said, "I wish you two success, let's play."

That Westerner Mutu glared at Tang Zheng fiercely, and said, "I hope you don't fail, I'm still waiting for a decisive battle with you."

Looking at the hulking Mutu, Tang Zheng's height of 1.8 meters made him look a bit thin under the opponent's height of more than 2 meters. He said without fear: "Don't worry, I will definitely beat you to the ground in the final. "

"Then I'll wait and see." Mutu said murderously.

Tang Zheng and Songba stepped onto the ring, and immediately, the cheers of the crowd seemed to break through the sky, tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on the two, especially Tang Zheng was most of the focus.

Songba didn't seem to hear the shouts around him at all, he only had one person in his eyes——Tang Zheng, his fists gradually clenched, under his dark skin=one=book=read=novel=. When he got up, it looked like pythons wrapped around his arms, which was truly terrifying.

"I hope you will use all your strength to fight me." Songba said loudly.

Tang Zheng said: "Then see if you have such a strong strength, you can force out my full strength."

Songba was not angry, but his eyes lit up. Meeting such a powerful opponent was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

Roar!

Songba let out a low growl, tapped his toes, and swept towards Tang Zheng with a flying leg like a steel bone.

Snapped!

The air was compressed and there was a loud bang, before the flying leg hit Tang Zheng, he felt a strong wind hit his neck.

Songba's first move was to sweep directly at his neck. If he couldn't dodge in time, his neck would definitely be swept off. This is an absolute killer move.

Songba has participated in countless black boxing competitions, so every move and style is trying to defeat his opponent, and he is trying to make the opponent lose his resistance.

Tang Zheng quickly raised his arm, blocking it by the neck.

Boom!

The flying leg hit the arm, the arm didn't move at all, but the flying leg was bounced back, and it hit the railing of the ring, with a click, the railing was bent directly.

Hiss!

The audience gasped, what a force it must have been, even the hollow steel pipe as thick as a baby's arm was kicked out.

Before Songba hit the ground, the elbow strike came up again, and he rushed directly to Tang Zheng's chest. Tang Zheng also elbowed, and when his elbows collided, Songba took a small step back.

Obviously, in terms of strength, Zomba is slightly inferior.

But Songba was not afraid, the opponent was strong enough, he would be excited enough, the blood in his body was almost boiling, speeding up the flow.

A little red appeared on his dark cheeks, he let out a low growl, and used both fists and kicks.

In an instant, he made nine moves in a row, and as far as his eyes could see, there were all phantoms, but each phantom contained terrifying power enough to kill people.

Tang Zheng's counterattack was even faster, his hands seemed to disappear, and he saw only phantoms, but he completely received the opponent's attack.

After a while, the speed of the two became faster and faster, and only two figures were seen moving and dodging between the rings, coming and going, extremely dangerous.

The arena suffered a disaster, there were already countless potholes added, and some ordinary railings were twisted like twists.

This was the consequence of being affected by the two of them. The referee who was originally standing on the stage jumped off the ring long ago when he saw this.

Under such a battle, staying in the arena is like thinking that his life is too long.

The audience held their breaths, although the first few games were exciting enough to feast their eyes and appreciate the true charm of Kung Fu.

But this scene made them understand the horror of kung fu and its huge destructive power. Those martial arts sects shut up one after another, as if their throats were grabbed, and they couldn't breathe.

"Who said that Huaxia Wushu is just flowery fists and embroidered legs? Let them come and see what it is. This is Huaxia Wushu. This is the real killing technique."

The audience was boiling, shouting Kung Fu brother's name one after another, and the sound of cheering and cheering was like overwhelming.

In the VIP box, Louis watched the battle on the ring with burning eyes, and Mutu stood beside him respectfully.

"Mutu, what are your chances of winning against him?" Louis asked.

Mutu said confidently: "Young master, I am very sure."

The corner of Louis's mouth curled up, and he said, "Oh, are you so confident?"

"Of course, no matter how strong he is, he's just an ordinary human being. How could he be my opponent?" Mutu said firmly.

"Ordinary human beings? Hehe, I didn't expect that the warriors in this land of China could reach such a level of cultivation. No wonder our Western Empire did not win the final victory in the war a hundred years ago. If the warriors are not eliminated, this country cannot survive." Literally falling into our palms." Louis's splayed hands turned into fists.

"Young master, our failure a hundred years ago will never be repeated this time. Under the leadership of the young master, our empire will definitely be able to occupy this rich land." Mutu said.

Boom!

There was a knock on the door, and Mutu opened the door, only to see Wells and Yu Zhankui standing outside.

"Come in." Louis said without looking back.

When the two entered the room, Yu Zhankui looked a little cautious, hunched over slightly, glanced at Louis who was sitting upright out of the corner of his eye, and quickly lowered his head again.

"Young master, this is Yu Zhankui, the chairman of the Wushu Association." Wells introduced.

The young master turned his head and glanced at him, nodded and said: "Chairman Yu, I take into account your contribution to our Western Empire, and you will get double rewards in the future."

Yu Zhankui immediately thanked Dade: "Thank you, young master, this is what I should do."

"You also arranged the lottery very late this time, allowing Mutu to directly advance to the final." The young master said.

Yu Zhankui said: "Actually, Mr. Mutu won't be difficult to advance directly. We just let Tang Zheng live for another day."

It turned out that there was a shady scene in the previous lottery, and the lucky one had already been determined to be Mutu. In this way, Mutu could advance directly and have more time to recover his strength for tomorrow's final.

"Young master, Songba of Siam is very powerful. If Tang Zheng loses this battle, there is no need for Mr. Mutu to deal with him." Yu Zhankui said courteously.

"Oh, you think Tang Zheng is not Songba's opponent?" Louis asked curiously.

Yu Zhankui glanced at the ring, the battle between the two was very fierce, he said hesitantly: "Songba is the number one expert in Siam after all, Tang Zheng may not be his opponent."

Louis snorted coldly and said, "Short-sighted."

Yu Zhankui jumped in fright, his expression changed drastically, and he said, "Yes, I can only know a little about three-legged cats, so I can't see their victory or defeat."

Louis said flatly: "Within ten moves, Tang Zheng will undoubtedly win."

Ten strokes?

Yu Zhankui's heart trembled, is Tang Zheng really that powerful? Now it is clear that the fight is inseparable, and there is no clue.

How could Tang Zheng win within ten moves?

However, no one dared to question Louis' words, and everyone watched the ring intently.

At the same time, Li Xiaotian and others also looked at the ring, Li Xiaotian muttered to himself: "Tang Zheng's strength has really improved rapidly again, he is really a freak, how can he be so powerful?"

Li Xiaotianxin said that according to Tang Zheng's cultivation speed, it won't take long for her to be compared to Tang Zheng. But she didn't know that Tang Zheng's current cultivation was no less than hers.

Songba's excited face had become very serious, the look in his eyes was gradually dissipating, and he gritted his teeth.

From the very beginning, Songba's attacks were extraordinarily swift and violent, reaching his limit, but Tang Zheng took them one by one without being injured at all.

Moreover, Tang Zheng's power continued to flow, and became more and more fierce as he went to the back, Songba gradually felt that it was hard for him.

From the very beginning, Tang Zheng didn't use his full strength, but waited for the opponent's series of attacks, just wanting to experience the power of muay thai.

Muay Thai does have its unique features. There is not much internal strength, but the strength is integrated into the muscles and bones, which is the result of hard work.

This caused every seemingly simple attack of Songba to actually contain a killer move. However, Tang Zheng had a deep foundation of true energy, and the speed and strength of every blow overwhelmed Songba.

That's why Songba felt more and more hard as he beat more and more, and gradually, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and dripped down his dark cheeks.

Tang Zheng understood that he had squeezed out all the opponent's strength, so he was about to end the battle, but he took a deep breath, his true energy surged, and a gleam of light appeared in his fist.

This ray of light is not obvious, but Songba, who is close at hand, can see it clearly, and can't help but gasp.

Whoosh!

A punch struck, this punch seemed not much different from the previous one, but in Songba's eyes it was completely different.

This fist was like a mountain peak pressing down straight down, which made him have the urge to kneel down and beg for mercy.

However, Songba was not an ordinary person after all, he gritted his teeth, mobilized all his strength, and greeted him with both fists.

One punch for two punches!

Tang Zheng's face was calm, his feet seemed to be rooted, and he didn't move at all, but with a bang, Songba smashed his feet into the ring and sank into it, his expression quickly faltered, and the brilliance of his eyes gradually faded.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground.

at the same time!

There was a loud bang, and the ring that was riddled with holes collapsed, and the dust flew up. The startled audience screamed, but no one looked away, because this scene was so exciting and unforgettable.

The dust dissipated, and there was a person standing in the ruins of the arena, his face was calm, as if nothing had happened, but he was in the dust, but he was spotless and awe-inspiring.