1628 International Martial Arts Committee

No. 9 goes out, one is worth two.

This is the concept of the boss of the bank. And the calculation given by the actuary is that No. 9 vs. Li Yun, let No. 5!

"Let five? Just kidding, that's number nine! The mighty number nine!"

The owner of the bank almost yelled, "Have you seen how he defeated the Shaolin monk before? Isn't Shaolin known as the number one sect in China? Five? I think three is enough!"

"That's a little safer."

The actuary hurriedly explained, "After all, Li Yun performed very well in the previous competition. He defeated Bo Sen and has such strength."

"Okay, just do as you say."

Thinking that this Chinese martial artist had indeed defeated the mighty boxing champion Bo Sen, the boss softened his attitude a bit.

"No matter what, people have to bet on Li Yun. The higher the audience's expectations for him, the more money I will win when No. 9 wins!"

"Boss, 62% of the money is invested in Li Yun."

Subordinates report.

"Very good! It seems that everyone has high expectations for Li Yun!"

The boss of Qianzhuang was very satisfied, "This time I can not only get back my capital, but also double the profit! No one can beat the mighty No. 9! No one!"

"You're right!"

The actuary was flattering.

On the TV, Li Yun had already arrived in the ring.

Standing opposite him was number nine in a black and gold battle suit.

"You feel very familiar to me..."

Number 9 looked at Li Fan with doubts in his eyes, "You look like someone I've seen before."

"How come, I'm just an ordinary Chinese martial artist."

Li Fan concealed his identity, "However, your Excellency seems to have misunderstood our Chinese martial arts. Today I can take this opportunity to let you re-understand my Chinese martial arts."

As he said that, he stretched out his hands and put on a posture, "Although I am in the Yingwumen, I was fortunate enough to go to the Qixiamen to practice a set of Qixia boxing before. Please enlighten me."

"Chinese martial arts, nothing more than flowery fists and embroidered legs."

No. 9 sneered without hesitation, "I once met a so-called powerful Chinese martial artist who claimed to be the strongest in China. In the end, he was defeated by my fist. If there is anyone in China who really impresses me, , at most it’s that Martial Emperor, his energy is really strong.”

"In that case, let me ask you for advice."

As Li Fan said, he cupped his hands to No. 9, "Li Yun of Yingwumen, please advise."

"The competition has not yet started, and the two contestants are already at war!"

The host continued to heat up the atmosphere, "Commander Jiang, who do you like in this match?"

"These two... are both very strong."

Jiang Feng suppressed a smile and said, "I think everyone has seen how powerful the people of the Yingwumen are. And the strength of this hero No. 9 from the US Empire should not be underestimated. To be honest, I don't know who wins." I don't care, I care more about how exciting this contest will be."

"Since Commander Jiang said so, let us wait and see!"

Needless to say, No. 9's match against Li Yun was extremely popular. And Li Yun also defeated the powerful boxing champion Bo Sen in the previous competition! The battle between the two of them should be very enjoyable!

"Come on, let you make the first move."

No. 9 folded his arms and stood there, as if he didn't care much about Li Fan.

"Well, I'm not going to be polite."

As Li Fan said, he flicked his feet and suddenly appeared in front of No. 9. No. 9 doesn't care at all, the Chinese fighters are fast, but what's the use?

"The black tiger fiercely climbs the mountain!"

Li Fan hit No. 9's chest, chin, and finally his head three times in a row.

"boom!"

Li Fan pressed No. 9's head to the ground, and actually overwhelmed No. 9's body, and dunked the whole body into the ground!

Seeing No. 9's head smashed into the ground, the host was amazed.

"No. 9 was smashed into the ground! Is he about to lose?"

"I don't think it's that easy."

Jiang Feng was more like an excellent commentator, "Based on No. 9's physical strength, this kind of attack should be just a greeting to him."

As soon as Jiang Feng finished speaking, No. 9 stood up from the ground, and at the same time patted the dust off his body as if nothing had happened.

"that's all?"

Number Nine asked coldly.

"No hurries."

Li Fan wasn't too surprised, "I just used 10% of my strength, now let me try 50% of it?"

"So what if I let you slap three palms."

Number nine was very arrogant, "Come on."

"good."

Li Fan stepped forward again, this time he slapped No. 9's chest directly.

"Dragon Spits Beads!"

After Li Fan's words fell, a powerful energy exploded from behind No. 9! Number nine bent over and slid back half a meter, but still stabilized his body.

"There is another trick."

Li Fan put his hands in his pockets, looked at No. 9, and smiled, "Next time...well, let's use 80% of our strength, how about it?"

"What's the matter with ten percent?"

No. 9 snorted coldly, "The attacks of your Chinese fighters are nothing more than that!"

"Okay, then it's up to you, use 100%."

Li Fan followed the good advice, "Then you have to resist, don't get beaten to death, that would be no fun."

Li Fan took a step forward, raised a powerful internal force in his palm, and slapped Number Nine directly!

"Ape King Cannon!"

No. 9's brows suddenly frowned, and Li Fan's palm had landed firmly on him!

"Boom!"

The body of No. 9 turned into a cannonball, flew out, and smashed into the distance!

Finally, with a bang, Number Nine's body was embedded in the wall of the high platform. Fortunately, it didn't hit the ground, so it wasn't out of the ring.

The corner of No. 9's mouth turned bright red, and he was actually injured! And his eyes were closed tightly, as if he had passed out.

"Number 9 is injured? How is that possible! Something must have gone wrong!"

The owner of the bank couldn't sit still anymore, and he shouted, "Someone check that Li Yun! Did he take any contraband! By the way, Chinese people like to use contraband the most, and Li Yun will definitely not exception!"

Li Fan looked at No. 9 embedded in the wall, and was about to continue attacking. At this time, the host said loudly.

"Sorry... I have received a notice from the International Martial Arts Committee. They suspect that Li Yun has used contraband and want to conduct a urine test on him."

"Crap!"

A grey-robed elder from Tianwu Pavilion who was standing next to him finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he yelled angrily, "What nonsense is the International Martial Arts Committee, they are nothing! When will it be their turn to point fingers at our Chinese martial arts competition! What's more, Fighters have the honor of fighters, and they won't use any contraband!"

"Yes, let them go!"

"What kind of International Martial Arts Committee, I have never heard of it!"