Chapter 103: The Heroes of the World Are Like Fish Crossing the River (1/2)
Luotian Dajiao has regulations:
Anyone who voluntarily admits defeat or is deemed by the referee to be unable to fight again will be removed from the competition.
Zhao Heheng's Golden Bell was broken, so logically there was no need for him to continue, but his shoulder injury was not a vital part, so he could still fight.
Since he was unwilling to admit defeat, the referee could only respect the player's wishes.
"..."
Zhuge Qing narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly like a fox.
He was quite speechless about this choice.
Persistence is a good quality, but it also depends on the occasion in which it is used.
The opponent's body movements and boxing skills are average.
The only thing that can cause me some trouble is the Golden Bell Cover.
The horizontal training has been broken, so what's the point of persisting?
It's just a wooden stake that can be solved with a punch!
He turned his gaze to the other person.
The man's pointless persistence was annoying.
He wanted to end the battle quickly.
"Humph!"
As an opponent, Uncle Face could naturally see the contempt in Zhuge Qing's eyes: "You damn fox, how dare you look down on me!"
He spread his hands.
Several wind rings rotated around the arms endlessly.
Being angry doesn't mean you have no brains.
When he saw Zhuge Qing's dodging skills, he knew one thing:
Simple and direct attacks have no effect at all and can be easily avoided.
then.
He decided to use a range attack to teach Zhuge Qing a lesson, and it would be best if he could leave a scar on that hateful face!
It’s worth it even if you lose!
“Strong wind…”
The uncle's face was moving with Qi, and he suddenly felt a sense of alarm, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot, so he used his most fluent attack: "Burst Dance!"
The wind ring rioted and swept up.
To his horror.
The wind he caused did not sweep towards his opponent, but instead came towards himself.
“Wow wow wow wow wow wow—”
He felt severe pain all over his body and could even smell the blood coming out of his wounds.
Lost!
At the end of consciousness.
His gaze swept towards the audience, his body paused, and a golden light ignited in his eyes.
The tragic situation of the two immediately alarmed the spectators in the audience.
The proactive attack of the successor of the Fierce Wind Palm was taken advantage of by Zhuge Qing, and he was defeated by his own unique skills.
"what happened?"
Zhang Chulan was full of confusion, and quickly asked several masters around him: "What happened?"
To know.
His purpose of coming to Longhu Mountain was to get information about his grandfather from the old Taoist priest.
In order to achieve this goal, one must win the Luotian Grand Ceremony and become the successor of the Heavenly Master.
The strong players who appear in the competition may become your obstacles.
This must not be overlooked!
"Zhuge Qing's actions are so strange."
Zhang Chulan was surprised: "He dodged and counterattacked almost at the same time as the opponent made a move. It was just like a script in the game!"
"He can also use the opponent's moves to counterattack!"
Feng Baobao said confidently: "Zhuge Qing knew the approximate time and direction of the opponent's attack in advance."
"How can this be?"
Xu San shook his head and said, "It's possible! It is indeed theoretically possible."
"I don't know much about Qimen Dunjia, and it feels extremely difficult, but you have to look at Zhuge Qing's master."
"The Wuhou School is inherited from the historical figure Zhuge Wuhou, who was extremely wise and almost demonic."
"I guess Zhuge Qing has become a sorcerer who can use strange magic to glimpse a corner of the future from the way of heaven."
"Then how should I fight him if I meet him?"
Zhang Chulan was stunned: "I am no match for this half-immortal at all!"
"Don't think too much!"
Xu San said to comfort him: "Your chances of winning are slim, but you may not lose either."
He explained: "Qi Men is a technique that uses space and time as entry points to decipher the laws of nature. The beginning of the game is complicated, and the calculations for solving it are also very cumbersome. No matter how much Zhuge Qing simplifies it, its use is still limited."
"Moreover!"
"Boer is participating in the competition to help you solve this problem!"
Feng Baobao seemed to be thinking about something.
In the main seat of the audience. "This generation of Wuhou Sect's successor is very powerful!"
Lu Jin laughed loudly: "It seems that he is Lingyu's powerful enemy, old Tianshi... huh?"
Zhang Zhiwei did not take over the conversation, his expression changed slightly.
He just noticed a strange movement of Qi and thought to himself, "Someone has obviously done something to the scene. How could they hide it from my eyes?"
The unusual movement was fleeting.
Under hundreds of eyes, there was no trace at all.
He couldn't help but sigh, "That's amazing!"
Lu Jin urged several times.
Zhang Zhiwei came back to his senses and said with a faint smile: "The game is not over yet, the heir of the Zhuge family is in trouble!"
Lu Jin asked suspiciously, "Not over yet? It should have been over long ago... What's going on!"
Zhuge Qing had three opponents, two of whom were seriously injured and one was frightened out of his wits.
Under normal circumstances, we have entered the harvesting stage.
however.
Zhao He, whose horizontal chain was broken, stood up again.
The true energy in his body was thriving, and his body was glowing with a faint golden light.
Lu Jin was dumbfounded: "After the horizontal refining was broken, can you still use the Golden Bell Cover?"
The Golden Bell Cover is not just the unique skill of one school.
During the long years of inheritance, other sects will have more or less similar methods.
There are quite a few people who have practiced it.
As we all know, there are only two core skills of Kung Fu such as Golden Bell Cover:
Hard Qigong plus external training.
The Golden Bell Cover has not been broken and its power is indeed amazing. It is a first-class life-saving skill.
But the Golden Bell Cover is once broken.
Using hard Qigong is like trying to fill a broken jar with water; it will leak if you apply a little pressure and is completely useless.
Even if the injury is healed, the new part still needs to be rearranged and tempered.
Lu Jin thought that the only possibility for this to happen was that the user of the Golden Bell Cover had learned the Sanyi Sect's unique skill, the Three Levels of Reverse Rebirth.
The people in the audience clearly did not have the characteristics of the triple reverse birth.
what happened!
Zhao He didn't know what happened either.
He felt that he was in a very good state, his mind was clear, as if he had understood something, and all kinds of inspirations sparked in his mind.
He discovered it by accident.
I have practiced the Golden Bell Cover for more than ten years and I am very familiar with it, but there are so many discordant aspects in it.
Qi and blood shouldn't be gathered here.
Qi shouldn’t be practiced there…
He kept changing it like a madman.
In the blink of an eye, the golden bell cover was changed beyond recognition.
His mind was blank, and he kept repeating: "The technique is granted by God! The technique is granted by God!"
So much so that when Zhao He finished modifying his skills and regained consciousness, he had completely forgotten the process of the modification.
He secretly complained: "Where is my golden bell?"
It's not just him.
The uncle who had mastered the Fierce Wind Palm fell into the same situation.
When he was scratched by his own wind, he suddenly felt his mind clear, and at the critical moment, a layer of wind film wrapped around his body, which greatly alleviated the injury.
"Too rough!"
He carefully observed the Fierce Wind Palm he was using and found it full of flaws.
It's simply unbearable to watch.
"Flashy!"
Inspiration flashed across the uncle's face, his consciousness moved slightly, and he instantly created a new skill.
Incorporate it into your exercises.
He looked at Zhuge Qing with burning eyes, ready to get back at once.
In the playing field.
Only one person was confused.
The man with the mohawk waving his head was dumbfounded.
Originally, he thought that his camp consisted of three extras, joining forces to fight against the elites of the Zhuge family.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be me.
Looking for an opportunity, the assassin who was once successful in one battle suddenly became a small assistant carried by the big brother.
Mohawk lost his will to fight and waved his hands, signaling the referee: "I give up."
Of course he doesn't know.
On the viewing platform a hundred meters away.
"How can we improve the head shaking technique?"
Zhang Mingdao said disdainfully: "No, next one!"
(End of this chapter)