Chapter 12 Battle of the Martial Arts Hall

"You came on time."

Mao Qiangwu looked at the wall clock on the far wall, the hour hand was pointing in the direction of nine o'clock.

"When can we start?"

Fang Bai didn't talk nonsense, and asked straightforwardly, his time is very precious, and he didn't want to waste it in entanglement with such a small role.

Mao Qiangwu took a deep look at Fang Bai, and seeing that he was not nervous or excited at all before the battle, but rather a calm look, he felt more and more that this person was unpredictable.

Taking a deep breath, Mao Qiangwu said solemnly: "You can start now. But according to the rules of our Chinese martial arts world, before the competition, we must first sign a contract and declare that we are disabled."

"it is good."

Although Fang Bai didn't understand the rules of the Chinese martial arts world, he still nodded.

Mao Qiangwu beckoned and asked someone to bring the pre-drawn contract and show it to Fang Bai, and then the two signed and fingerprinted, and each kept a copy.

Zhou Dabai took the contract handed over by Fang Bai and read it carefully from beginning to end. When he saw the word "disabled" on it, he couldn't help but tremble.

It's just that Zhou Dabai understands that at this time, he must not say a little bit of frustration, otherwise it may affect Fang Bai's fighting spirit and confidence.

Up to now, the battle between Fang Bai and Mao Qiangwu is inevitable.

If that's the case, then just watch the battle silently. If Fang Bai is in danger, he will rush over to protect him regardless. No matter what, he can't let anyone hurt him.

"Fang Bai, come on!"

Zhou Dabai said aloud, and slowly retreated to the edge of the martial arts field, clenching his fists tightly.

With Zhou Dabai's withdrawal, the atmosphere on the training ground in the martial arts hall suddenly became tense.

suddenly--

With a sound of wind, Mao Qiangwu threw off the clothes on his upper body, revealing his strong body.

The muscles all over his body tensed up tightly, and each piece looked like a lump of iron, giving people a kind of impact on strength.

"bring it on!"

Mao Qiangwu shouted, took two steps back, and pulled out a stance that could be attacked and defended.

At this moment, a fierce aura suddenly erupted from his body. He was like a hungry wolf, his eyes fixed on Fang Bai, as if he would rush forward at any time and tear Fang Bai apart.

Zhou Dabai's heart skipped a beat.

Although he doesn't understand kung fu, but seeing Mao Qiangwu's momentum and posture, he knows that this guy is very powerful and very difficult to deal with.

clap clap-

As if to give himself strength, Mao Qiangwu clenched his fist suddenly, and the fist bone suddenly made a series of explosive sounds, which could be clearly heard in the hall of the martial arts field.

Zhou Dabai's face turned pale. He heard that Mao Qiangwu could smash a few bricks with one punch. If that fist fell on Fang Bai's thin body, how could he bear it?

"Master, come on!"

"Beat him hard!"

"Let him stand in and crawl out!"

"Our Shenlong Wuguan is not easy to mess with!"

...

Dozens of students in the martial arts hall all around shouted, and before they started, they seemed to have already decided that Mao Qiangwu had won.

"Fang Bai, come on!"

Zhou Dabai raised his voice and spoke again, encouraging Fang Bai.

It's just that his voice was too weak after all, and was immediately suppressed by the shouting of dozens of people on the other side.

"It's boring to fight like this, why don't we add some color, what do you think?"

When Mao Qiangwu was full of momentum, his state had reached the peak, and he was ready to fight Fang Bai with all his strength, Fang Bai suddenly said.

"What color head?"

Mao Qiangwu was stunned for a moment, the momentum and state he had finally accumulated suddenly weakened, and he couldn't help scolding his mother secretly in his heart.

"If you win, I will give you 100,000 yuan; if I win, you will give me 100,000 yuan."

Fang Bai grinned, looked at Mao Qiangwu with provocative eyes, and asked, "How about it, do you have the guts to gamble?

"I can give you 100,000 yuan at any time, but as a student, can you get so much money?"

Mao Qiangwu in turn questioned Fang Bai.

Fang Bai said sternly: "I can give you an IOU. Besides, our home is on the outskirts of the city, with three tile-roofed houses and a large yard, so it's worth 100,000 yuan anyway."

Zhou Dabai stomped his feet in a hurry and shouted: "Fang Bai, are you crazy? Just fight, don't gamble! In case..."

Fang Bai interrupted Zhou Dabai's words with a wave of his hand, and said to Mao Qiang, "How about you, bet or not? I'm not afraid, are you afraid?"

"bet!"

Mao Qiangwu nodded heavily.

For the sake of his own reputation and status, he could not show weakness.

In front of his younger brother and dozens of students, he couldn't show weakness.

Although 100,000 yuan is a lot, for him, who has a net worth of over one million, even if he loses, it will not hurt his bones.

What's more, he still has 100% confidence that he can win.

When Fang Fangbai and Mao Qiangwu signed another gambling contract, stating that after the contest was over, the loser would pay the winner 100,000 yuan.

Mao Qiangwu was not afraid that Fang Bai would renege on his debt after losing. With his own power in Zhongzhou, it would not be too easy to rectify Fang Bai.

Fang Bai is even more afraid that Mao Qiangwu will not give money if he loses. With his ability and means, even if Mao Qiangwu evaporates from the world, he will never leave any traces or clues.

The two of them were full of confidence, and each held the signed bet, as if 100,000 yuan had already fallen into their pockets. In a happy mood, they laughed face to face.

After Fang Bai handed over the bet to Zhou Dabai, he turned around and walked towards Mao Qiangwu.

He changed his calmness and gentleness from the previous one, and his momentum increased by one point with each step he took.

In Mao Qiangwu's eyes, Fang Bai walked out a few steps, and he had changed from a sheep waiting to be slaughtered to a fierce tiger ready to go.

Under the pressure of Fang Bai's momentum, Mao Qiangwu felt his heart skip a beat, and his back began to sweat.

Before the battle, his heart was timid and his courage was broken.

The defeat is set!

"At such a young age, he has such a compelling momentum. Could it be that he is a master from the ancient martial arts world?"

When Mao Qiangwu was learning martial arts in Shaolin, a Shaolin monk who taught him kung fu once said that the kung fu practice of many people in this world is just to embroider their legs, which is not worth mentioning. The real masters are all from the ancient martial arts world. .

However, ancient martial arts masters are usually in a reclusive or semi-reclusive state, and even in secular activities, they are elusive and never take action lightly.

It is said that the masters of ancient martial arts, even the weakest Huang-level warriors, can easily kill Shaolin outer disciples like him.

As for the ancient martial arts master, Mao Qiangwu had only heard of it from his master, but had never seen it before.

Fang Bai's aura at the moment was several times stronger than when Mao Qiangwu met him outside the gate of Zhongzhou Medical College that day.

Mao Qiangwu had felt this kind of momentum from his master, so he concluded that Fang Bai was also a master of ancient martial arts.

How can such a master win?

Mao Qiangwu sighed in his heart and wanted to bow his head and admit defeat, but Fang Bai didn't even give him the chance to admit defeat.

"If you can catch my punch, even if you win!"

When he approached and was still ten feet away from Mao Qiangwu, Fang Bai shouted abruptly, and a gust of wind rushed towards Mao Qiangwu.

Before the person arrives, the fist is already out.

The man rushed down the mountain and swooped by a tiger, his fists slammed into Mao Qiangwu's chest like lightning.