Chapter 627: The Martial Arts Competition in Progress Part 2

After defeating Lin Jiahao, Wu Zhuanglong did not continue to pursue, but retreated a few steps directly, showing a great style.

He said with a serious face: "Although your kung fu is good, there are always stronger ones among the strong. This is not the root of your arrogance. It is better to be low-key in the future."

Lin Jiaming rushed out and shouted loudly: "Don't be too arrogant here. You think that you are a master just because you defeated my elder brother. My elder brother was careless for a moment and fell into your trap. Now I will let you know how powerful I, Lin Jiaming, am."

Lin Jiahao also said with an indignant look: "My younger brother wants to vent my anger for me. I was careless just now. This guy is nothing great."

Lin Jiaming nodded and said: "Brother, go down to recuperate first, I will come to deal with him now."

After he said that, he did not give Wu Zhuanglong a chance to answer, and rushed forward quickly, punching with both fists.

Although Wu Zhuanglong had just fought a round, he didn't actually use up much energy. At this time, facing Lin Jiaming, he looked calm and composed, with a sneer on his face from time to time.

Lin Jiaming was extremely angry and wanted to kill the opponent with his fists immediately. These fists were like a tide, attacking continuously.

Zhao Yiming looked at the two people in the field, shook his head gently and said: "I really don't know how your two sons have cultivated to this level today. It's a miracle that they can live until now.

Don't you have any brains? You don't know how to learn from your lessons. Although your Lin family's boxing skills are good, you can't suppress your opponent steadily. This kind of strong attack is completely a way to kill yourself."

Lin Jiahao had already recovered from the injury on his shoulder. When he heard this, he said indignantly: "Don't you whine here, if you have the ability, go down and fight."

Lin Zhongwu's own eldest son The son was injured, and he was very annoyed in his heart. He said with an unhappy face: "If you have this ability, then you should fight for your own fame. It's meaningless to get promoted by belittling others!"

Luo Yitian said angrily: "You think too highly of yourselves. Who is our son? You are not worthy of being a stepping stone."

Ding Liren was more and more sure at this time that the young man in front of him was a big shot. Because he was busy these days, he forgot to report this matter. It seems that he must report it to the president after this competition is over.

Zhao Yiming gently waved his hand and said, "There is no need to argue with such people, lest we lose our status."

Wang Kun also said at the side: "Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease, and honest words are unpleasant to the ears but are good for action. People are kindly guiding you, but you just don't appreciate it. You are really incorrigible."

Just as several people were arguing, the situation on the field changed again. Just like before, Lin Jiaming was worse than his brother after a fierce attack. He was already panting and almost unable to fight again.

Wu Zhuanglong's attack was relatively measured, but this time he was a little more ruthless, and he injured the opponent's arms in succession, winning this battle.

When Lin Zhongwu saw that his two sons were defeated in succession, he felt furious and rushed out with a roar.

He pointed at Wu Zhuanglong and said, "You are such a daring fellow. You dared to injure my two sons in succession. Today, I will let you see the real ability of my Lin family and my Lin family spearmanship."

As he said that, he took out several weapons from his waist, quickly connected them into a long spear, casually made a spear flower, and then nodded and attacked quickly.

There was an uproar below. Both the enemy and us seemed very dissatisfied, and shouted loudly, "You are such a shameless family. You actually use a round-robin battle."

"I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people as you. If you beat your brother, you will be beaten. If you are timid, you will be beaten. If I defeat you, I will have to call your father and grandfather out."

Lin Zhongwu's face flushed red when he heard the shouting, but he had already made a move, so there was nothing to say. Let's kill the other party first!

Zhao Yiming shook his head gently and said, "His Kung Fu was not inferior to Wu Zhuanglong, and his pistol skills were acceptable, but he was strong at the first time, weaker at the second, and exhausted at the third.

The three of them, father and son, are one. The first two have been defeated, which has a great impact on his psychology. In addition, the current public opinion is not favorable to him, so he can only fight quickly to clear his name.

This is a repeat of the mistakes of his two sons. Although the opponent has fought two games in a row, he won at a very small cost and did not have much impact on his physical strength. He is bound to lose."

The Lin brothers glared at him. They felt that this guy was a jinx. If he hadn't cursed them, how could they lose.

Lin Jiahao said angrily: "What hatred do we have with you? Why do you curse us like this? After we recover from our injuries, we will definitely ask you for justice."

Lu Yunfeng couldn't stand it anymore and said angrily: "This young master is completely for your good. He pointed out your shortcomings. If you can accept it with an open mind, how could you lose so badly.

With your mentality, your current cultivation is already the limit of your life. It's hard to go further in this life. It's a pity for this qualification."

There was endless debate on this, but the situation below was still going according to what Zhao Yiming said. Wu Zhuanglong seized the opponent's impatient mentality and pointed out two fingers in succession, injuring the opponent's arms, but he didn't kill Lin Zhongwu in the end.

Lin Zhongwu sighed inwardly. He knew that he had lost all his face. He lowered his head and walked back to his own camp. People pointed and talked all the way.

Wei Wencheng gave a few instructions to the people beside him. Someone ran up to him and said, "Victory and defeat are common in the military. Mr. Lin, don't take it too seriously. Our president admires the martial arts of your family of three. I wonder if you are willing to join our Hongying Club."

Lin Zhongwu was overjoyed when he heard this. He didn't expect that he would be recruited by the Hongying Club even though he failed. But think about it, his family of three are all masters, which is also good.

He quickly agreed, then called his two sons, followed the man to heal the wounds, and then appeared in the camp of the Hongying Club.

Wu Zhuanglong then cupped his hands and said, "I don't know if there is anyone else in the Lin family. If there is no one, I will go down. The round-robin battle is really not a job for humans."

He stole the show this time. He defeated three masters in a row, and many people remembered his name.