Chapter 354 Master Wugo, I Want to Challenge You! (4000)

At 8:30 in the morning, the elder-level competition has begun.

Note that this is a competition, not an all-out fight. It is not even as good as the previous core round-robin and individual battles. After all, the elders of each school are strong, and once they get serious, they may not be able to stop, so it is better to be harmonious.

As for the fighting, let the disciples do it.

On the first floor of the Black Eye Building, the sun shines through the brown glass and falls on the ground, like rectangular golden patches.

Occasionally, mottled shadows of trees are projected in and sway gently.

The audience is crowded with disciples and instructors from various schools. They stare at the No. 1 ring, wanting to see how the low-key elders in daily life really fight? Even if they don't go all out, there are still a lot of highlights.

There is no normal referee in this competition, and there is no competition system. It's just that two elders meet each other and go to the ring to fight. Or, an elder asks for a challenge.

And the challenged object also accepts it.

"Percy, let me see if you have made any progress in the past four years." An old man with white eyebrows suddenly invited.

Looking in his direction, there was a middle-aged man in black tights. He had an ordinary appearance, short hair like steel needles, and a low and dangerous aura.

"Elder Obi invited me, I naturally dare not disobey..."

The middle-aged man stood up with a deep look.

From the conversation between the two, it is obvious that there are some private grievances, but they should not be very deep. If the two of them privately challenged each other to fight, the originally not serious feud might be aggravated because someone was injured and defeated.

However, it was just right in an occasion like the Eastern Exchange Conference. There are more than a dozen fighters watching here to prevent emergencies. In addition, the last day of the exchange conference is a limited exchange, and both of them will restrain themselves. Not only strength, but also temper. Therefore, the exchange between the elders on the last day of the exchange conference is still meaningful, and sometimes it can resolve some conflicts.

"Elder Obi of the Red Wrist Fist and Elder Persi of the Xuri Sect. Two fighters are facing each other. There are some things to watch next..."

In the audience seats dedicated to the elders of each school, there are elders giving comments, and there are also people explaining the conflicts between Obi and Persi in the past.

On the ring, two figures stood on both sides, facing each other. There seemed to be a momentum rising slowly around, causing the air to be distorted, with a slight sense of oppression.

"This, this seems to be the aura of a fighter! Our sect leader once mentioned it unintentionally. It is a very special martial arts induction to be able to predict the moves of enemies within the range of the aura."

"Our great elder once demonstrated that the first to seventh cores of the sect went up to besiege together, but they were fooled around. No matter how tricky the angle was, they could not touch the corner of the great elder's clothes, but were hit by the flaws and lost their combat effectiveness..."

Some core disciples discussed in a low voice.

Bang! Bang!

There were two thunderous explosions on the ring. It was the two men on the left and right who rushed forward at the same time, as if a hurricane-like arrow collided in the center of the ring. The speed was so fast that it left a residual shadow in the air, leaving a blurred shadow in the retinas of the spectators.

"The fight has started! But why can't I see anything clearly..."

"Too fast, too fast, it's dazzling."

Some disciples with insufficient eyesight said, while most of the core disciples were concentrating and staring at the ring.

Although it was also a little blurry, they could see clearly.

The white-browed old man came from the Red Wrist Fist. After his strength exploded, a finger-thick red mark appeared on his old wrist. Then, his two hands swelled up, and the twisted and powerful muscles entangled and spread, bringing a strong force.

Every time the white-browed old man's hands passed through the air, they could bring a powerful sound of breaking through the air, which was very expressive.

On the other side was a middle-aged man in black clothes, who came from the Xuri Sect and practiced the Xuri Fist Seal. When his body swayed, his tightly clenched fists would produce an illusion of dislocation.

It was as if the shadows of seven or eight fists were superimposed on each other.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The red wrist fist met the virtual sun fist print, and the surface of the ring suddenly emitted a crackling sound. It was the sound of fists hitting each other, and because the speed was too fast and the rhythm was too dense, it was like firecrackers. Both of them were fighters with extremely rich combat experience. They either fought hard and competed in speed and strength. Or they fought against each other and competed in precise control of strength. Or they fought defensively and competed in the ability to seize flaws and opportunities in the battle.

It was not just boxing, but also a lot of elbows, legs and body techniques. They moved around the ring at high speed, and the friction of the soles of their shoes left black marks on the rubber.

Fighters are at another level, and their attack speed is much more exaggerated than that of boxers. Maybe seven or eight moves were launched in one second, as fast as lightning. So the battle lasted only half a minute, and the two may have been entangled for hundreds of moves. This was a pure competition of physique and skills.

Neither side used secret killing moves or spirit.

On the ring, two black whirlwinds bounced irregularly like lightning, like dark clouds changing. Occasionally, the iron pillars used as guardrails were blown away, with deep footprints on them.

"Is this a fighter? Such amazing destructive power..."

"This is just a competition. The two elders above didn't go all out. I'm afraid they didn't even use 50% of their strength..."

"Wow, I really don't know what the destructive power of a fighter going all out is like. I really want to see it... but unfortunately..."

"I still want to see it! Being a spectator in a fighter's life-and-death battle is courting death. Ordinary people can't even stand the aftermath! If you see a fighter going all out in the future, run away!"

"..."

The audience was talking about it, and they were quite amazed.

Bang! There was a loud noise suddenly from the ring.

Two figures flew backwards from the middle, spun in the air three or two times, and landed steadily. The vision became clear again.

Two people with slightly embarrassed clothes were revealed on the ring.

One had a black shoe print on his abdomen, and the other had a fist print on his chest. The strong collided, and there was no winner.

"In the past four years, you have indeed made great progress. Without using your spirit and secret skills, you are almost as good as me..."

The right hand of the white-browed old man hanging by his side trembled slightly.

"Red Wrist Fist is really powerful. I'm grateful for your teaching."

The middle-aged man reached out and wiped off a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, a figure jumped onto the ring from below.

It was Wugo, the leader of the Evil Eye Fist. He planned to act as a referee on the last day of the exchange meeting. Of course, he was not going to decide the winner, but to stop the fight from getting more intense.

Now that the two people on the ring have finished their exchange, someone is needed to ease the atmosphere so that both sides can come down from the stage after the fight.

After a few sighs and boasts, Wugo sent away the two elders, Red Wrist Fist and Void Sun Fist Seal. He stood at the edge of the ring, looking in the direction of the audience seats for the elders of the school, waiting for the exchange to continue.

Unexpectedly, a clear and powerful voice came from the audience seats of the disciples: "Master Wugo, I wonder if I am qualified to participate in the elder-level exchange on the last day of the exchange meeting?"

Huh!

Without wind, waves rose, and a strong momentum rolled and expanded.

At the center of the aura, a handsome young man walked step by step from the passage, his eyes as sharp as swords, his hair flying.

It was Simone! Simone the Thunder Dog!

Simone did not wear the battle uniform of the Cloud Dog Fist, but a simple windbreaker. The hem swayed, floating like a dark cloud.

"You... fighter!!!"

On the ring, Ugo's pupils suddenly shrank. As a fighter, he could easily feel the aura emanating from Simone. Although immature, it was definitely the fighter level. That was the unique aura and spirit of a fighter!

"Simone has broken through to the fighter level?!"

"He has actually crossed the threshold of a boxer!"

"..."

The audience was in an uproar, including the elders of the school, who were also talking about it, and their eyes were constantly cast on Simone. Some were amazed, some admired, some were shocked, and some were envious.

At such a young age, he has already reached the fighter level.

His future is probably limitless.

In the crowd, two complicated eyes looked at Simone's tall back. One was Moon Fist Shaq, and the other was Dead Soul Sword Cid. From this moment on, the Eastern Three Stars were completely unworthy of their reputation, and Simone was the first of the younger generation!

The gap was getting bigger and bigger, so big that it was difficult to catch up.

Fighters, even Shaq and Cid dared not say that they could cross 100%. But Simone had already done it, and the whole person had completely entered the top level.

Facing Simone's fighter strength, the reactions of various schools and spectators were different. But Ugo was overjoyed in his heart. Wasn't this the big gimmick he wanted before?

There were contestants in the Eastern Exchange Conference who broke through the fighter realm!

It was enough to make the entire Eastern Secret Martial Arts world talk about it for the next 20 to 30 years! It's stable, the purpose of the Evil Eye Fist to become famous this time is stable! As long as after today, I will contact the media's contacts and I can quickly get the news...

Ugo's thoughts were running fast, with a smile on his face.

He looked at Simone from top to bottom.

"Of course I'm qualified."

"You just broke through the fighter realm, do you want to compete with so many fighter elders? After all, it's a hard-won opportunity to consolidate your realm. So, which elder do you want to challenge?"

Ugo roughly analyzed Simone's thoughts and said.

"I wonder if Master Ugo is willing to fight with me for a few moves..."

Simeone looked up and smiled.

"Challenge me? That's fine. But you have to stop at a certain point. The rules of the competition are that you can't use killing moves and secrets. It's best not to use spirit, but auxiliary aura can be used..."

Ugo described the consensus and then walked to one side of the ring. Watching Simone below jump up to the other side.

"Simone wants to challenge the master of the evil eye fist! It's interesting..."

"Who do you think will win?"

"Nonsense, it must be Master Ugo. How can a fighter who has just broken through fight with a formal fighter? The two are not comparable..."

"But you can't use the killing moves in a fight."

"Even if you can't use the killing moves, Master Ugo's combat experience and physical training are definitely much better than Simeone."

The discussion in the audience did not stop.

On the ring, the two had already taken their own stances.

Simone stood with his legs apart, his center of gravity sank, his right arm was pulled forward diagonally, and his left hand was clenched horizontally in front of his chest. He stared at the opposite side with sharp eyes, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

On the other side, Ugo also took the starting stance of the evil eye fist. His fist was clenched, and blue veins crawled on the back of his hand.

Swish! Whoosh!

The two men ran out in an instant, their feet suddenly stomping on the ground. The entire ring surface shook, and the figures had already collided with each other.

Bang!

Simeone's tiger claw rushed from bottom to top, tearing through the air with a whoosh. Ugo's shoulder muscles bounced, and his arm slammed down like a cannonball.

It collided directly with the claw mark, making a loud noise.

Simeone's palm was numb, but the whole person turned around.

With the power of the twisting body, his left arm swung like a windmill. The speed was fast and fierce, and it made a whirring sound.

Ugo's movements were extremely fast and his eyes were sharp. He ducked and dodged the swing range, and then rushed again.

Taking advantage of Simeone's old strength, he hit him with a top elbow. Simeone put his hands in front of his chest, but was still pushed out three or four meters, and his feet scratched the ground fiercely.

There was a very unpleasant and sharp rubber friction sound.

"Your accumulation in the boxer realm is indeed strong, a little stronger than those who have just entered the fighter realm. But it's just a little bit. At the fighter level, what can really make the difference is the accumulation of time and experience..."

"Watch out, I'll show you my evil eye fist!"

Ugo pressed a palm on Simone's chest and knocked him back more than ten steps. Then the whole person lowered his body like a spring, bent his legs, and his spine was like a bowstring. He raised his hands to both sides and spread them out, and the knotted muscles on them bulged and bounced.

"Shua!"

Ugo's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he disappeared instantly. He appeared in front of Simone the next second.

His hands suddenly stretched out, either clenched into fists, or put together into palms, or held in a hollow grip to change into claws. The movements were extremely smooth and the connection was flawless. It was so fast that it was dazzling.

Ugo's attacking moves instantly enveloped Simeone, like a black whirlwind. Simeone was unable to resist, and at least half of the moves were not blocked. A series of crackling sounds came from his body, which were muffled sounds of flesh and blood.

"Can't hold on? Then let's stop here..."

Ugo felt Simeone's reluctance and was about to stop.

"Bang!"

A fist, like an iron rod, suddenly came out from the violent attack and hit Ugo's chest hard.

Ugo's pupils shrank, and he felt the danger on the left while being horrified. He suddenly raised his arms in that direction.

Bang! A violent side kick as sharp as a battle axe.

Ugo's arm was numb, his feet rubbed on the ground, and he drifted parallel to more than ten meters. He almost lost his balance.

"You!"

He turned his head suddenly and looked towards Simeone.

But he saw a young man with dark eyes and expressionless face. It was not the Cloud Dog Fist, but a strange fighting start. If the Evil Eye Fist master from fifty years ago saw it, he would definitely scream out in surprise.

"Nan Dou Red Eagle Fist!!!"

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