Chapter 495: Challenging Whale King Arlington (4200)

The final stage of the International Exchange Conference was not held in the hall, nor in the urban area of ​​Donghai City. It was held in the suburbs, in a relatively remote and flat grassland, with a maple forest on the left and a lake on the right.

It was spacious enough, remote enough, and sparsely populated, suitable for use as a battlefield for top fighters and above. The host, the Eastern Secret Martial Arts World of the Red Li Empire, had checked in advance and selected a viewing location. It was a high hillside near the grassland, where the audience of the International Exchange Conference could look out and watch the battle from a high position.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and the golden sunlight penetrated the white clouds and shone, making the blue sky even bluer and the grass even greener.

A breeze blew, bringing a little humid water vapor, and wiped away the heat on my face. At the edge of the Green Lake Grassland, contestants and spectators from many schools of different countries and all corners of the world gathered here. Looking down from the sky, it was a dense crowd. There were at least hundreds of people watching this final battle.

As the line of sight got closer, there were some wounded soldiers with white bandages wrapped around their bodies among the spectators, and some were even carried on stretchers by their fellow apprentices to watch the fight. Because the last battle of this international exchange meeting almost represented the collision of the boxing paths of the top masters of the two secret martial arts circles.

To put it more simply, it was to compare which of the secret martial arts circles of the Red Li Empire and the United States of Yana was stronger. How many masters could fight? Who could laugh to the end and become the first person in the secret martial arts circles of the two countries in this era? The reason for the two countries was that the Xinglan Empire was too far away from the North and South Reefs, the speed of ships in this era was slow, and the sea trade was not too developed. Therefore, only some schools came from the Xinglan Empire.

Many famous big schools did not come after weighing the pros and cons.

Although small countries around the world also have various secret martial arts schools in their countries, they are small in population and weak in country, and it is difficult to pose any threat to the two major powers. Therefore, this international exchange meeting is ultimately a competition between the Red Li Empire and the United States of Yana, and it seems to be evenly matched at present.

Originally, the Hongli Empire, as the host, was collectively targeted by foreign contestants led by the Yana United States. Although it had the advantage of location and people, it was still suppressed. The casualty rate of the life and death arena was the highest among all major countries, which was very embarrassing. However, two or three days ago, the situation underwent some subtle changes in the fighter-level competition.

A hidden sect called the Golem Gate appeared at the international exchange meeting like a dark horse. There are four masters in the Golem Gate, all of whom are powerful, with a fierce and brutal fighting style, and master a strange boxing method with considerable lethality. The first collective attack three days ago caused the death of two fighter elders and serious injuries to two fighters. The arrogance of the foreign contestants led by the Yana United States was severely frustrated.

In the next two days of competition, the opponent was frequently injured and the momentum was fierce. Although the opponent was already prepared for prevention and was unable to continue killing, it also played the style and reputation of the Golem Gate. On the side of the Yana United States, only some old-fashioned fighters with long-standing reputation and sophisticated means can compete with these four people and not be completely suppressed.

Three days have passed, and the secret martial arts schools of various countries in the international exchange meeting have remembered the name of the Golem Gate and have a general impression in their hearts.

Mysterious, fierce, powerful...

Of course, these are just some incidental results. The main purpose of Kaxiu letting the four people participate in the battle is to continue to refine and improve the Nan Dou boxing and gain nutrition and experience in practice. Facts have proved that actual boxing is always the fastest to expose problems, and the advantages and disadvantages are clear at a glance. Kaxiu optimized the four Nan Dou boxings bit by bit according to the combat conditions of the four people.

Odo's Fantasy Moon Fist has been imprinted and written in the Nan Dou Secret.

The Flint Fist of the Ascetic Monk has also been written for the most part and will be completed soon.

Kaxiu has been focusing on this recently. He even studied the Soul Blood Secret Box left by the First King for a while and put it aside. The Soul Blood Secret Box is undoubtedly an evil object. It kills people to extract blood essence, and then absorbs blood essence to enhance strength.

This will inevitably lead to a chaotic power and a lack of pure will.

Although it can make the strength soar in a short period of time, it will fall behind in the long run. It is very likely to be stuck at a bottleneck and will not be able to make any progress in life. Because the power of a higher realm needs to be refined.

And how can a vast but complex power be purified?

Disperse the power and start over?

This is why Kaxiu got the Kupan Magic Box and learned that the Blood Spirit would use the magic box to extract the blood of the strong to gain power, but he did not use it. This method is too dependent on external objects and difficult to control. It is likely to pay a price in the later stage. It is better to use the life vibration energy of the golem secret martial arts created by Kaxiu himself, only taking the fundamental core, and not coveting other huge and complex surface forces. It aims to evolve its own magnetic field.

Thinking of this, the Soul Blood Secret Box and the original form of the Devil's Book, the Kupan Magic Box, are a bit similar. Maybe it was a product of the same period...

Ten thirty in the morning, Green Lake Plain, International Exchange Conference battlefield.

The final stage, the competition between the top fighters began.

This level of existence is the backbone of each school. They are either the masters of first-class schools, or the masters of boxing who are hidden in the world, or the elders with high moral character and profound knowledge. Their reputations have been spread over the past ten or twenty years, and there is no need for the international exchange meeting to introduce them. Many spectators can chat with people around them like they know them by heart. The content is naturally a story with several strong contestants as the protagonists, fighting bloody battles all the way until they become famous and powerful.

And when the protagonists of these stories compete to appear on the stage.

The most anticipated last stage of the international exchange meeting begins.

"Hongli Empire, Winged Snake Fist, Joaquin."

"Yana United States, Absolute Slash Flow, Barron."

As the host finished speaking, an old man walked out of each camp. The old man on the side of the Hongli Empire was dressed in gray, with gray hair and an old look. But the arms hanging down on both sides of his shoulders were extremely powerful, as strong and sturdy as steel pillars. Ten thick fingers, protruding knuckles, rough skin, and fiercely throbbing veins.

No one would doubt that this old man could smash a person into pieces or tear him in half with one punch or one claw. No one wanted to try it themselves.

On the other side, Baron, the master of the Absolute Slash School of the Yana United States, also walked out slowly. He was a burly old man, two meters tall, with a straight and powerful spine like a dragon. In his hand was an exaggerated saber, with a spiral black and white color on the surface.

It seemed to be a sharp knife forged by some special method.

On the plain, in the central area of ​​the grassland, two figures slowly approached.

Their pace frequency looked slow in vision, but in fact it was surprisingly fast. With one step, the whole person moved more than ten meters as if shrinking the earth into an inch. In a few breaths, the two were close to a distance of five meters. No polite words, just fight! The eyes of the two top fighters met, and the smell of gunpowder was full.

"Zheng!"

The saber was unsheathed, bringing a metallic roar that made the eardrums vibrate. Barron rushed out, his body perpendicular to the long sword, and swooped through the air in a fatal arc. The saber swung, and the sharp blade directly cut through the air, making a very powerful tearing sound of torn silk.

Ding, a half-moon-shaped white arc of light seemed to light up on the grass.

"It's been a long time since I took action..."

At the original place, Joaquin muttered to himself, but the whole person turned into a black afterimage in an instant, jumping and disappearing. There was only a vague shadow at the original place, which was chopped in half by Barron's saber from the head.

And the next second, Joaquin appeared behind Barron without knowing when. There was a hissing snake sound from his hands, and in a trance, it seemed that a black winged giant snake was arching its body and spitting out fangs.

Like a spring, it was compressed to the extreme, and then burst out!

Whoosh! ! !

A punch was thrown like a meteor, and the air was smashed inch by inch.

The target of the fist was Barron's vest.

However, Barron had expected this. He turned around and slashed with a knife. The spirit of his whole body was condensed into a point and surged out. The blade swung through the air, and there was a large white tail flame formed by spirit behind it.

Clang!

The fist and the saber collided, and the sound of metal clashing hummed.

A wave of wind swayed and pressed the green grass around to fall in all directions, forming a ring.

"What a heavy knife!"

Joaquin's feet sank deeply into the ground, and blood was already flowing from his fist. Obviously, the flesh was cut by the knife and was injured.

"What a fierce fist..."

Barron, who had been silent, looked at his right hand holding the knife. The tiger's mouth was already numb and painful. It cracked slightly, and a drop of blood fell.

"Come again!!!"

The two roared, and the vigorous spirit in their bodies was released.

Joaquin spread his arms, pointed his toes, and glided at high speed in the low sky. It was as if he had really turned into a human-shaped black winged snake, with ferocious wings made of scales spread out, flying rapidly in the wind.

Barron was surrounded by a circle of black afterimages, but he was extremely calm, like a mountain. The saber in his hand was swung out from time to time, and a knife light that was winding for dozens of meters was cut out at once.

Deep marks were plowed on the intact green grass around.

In the distance, on the hillside, the spectators were watching intently.

The top fighters' full-strength sparring and fighting are rare. I don't ask to understand something in it, just to satisfy my eyes and watch the fighting scenes of top fighters. It is satisfying enough. It is very likely that there will be only one such opportunity in this life.

In the center of the battlefield, fierce collisions continued, two afterimages intertwined and ran, and the boxing moves became faster and faster. The waves caused by the aftermath rolled rapidly in the air, causing the audience in the viewing area to have their hair blown back, their clothes fluttering, and even their eyes blown red and painful.

Many people sighed in their hearts that they seemed to be unqualified to bear the aftermath. In this level of battle, they were not even cannon fodder.

"Bang!" "Zhang!"

In the center of the battlefield, the two men collided for the last time and fell to the ground.

Their clothes were torn and blood was dripping. There were three exaggerated knife marks on Joaquin's shoulders and chest, almost splitting the whole person in half. Barron was not feeling well either. There was a dark fist mark on his heart, and a fist mark on the same position on his vest. It was slightly oozing blood.

The two stood quietly, and finally Barron spat out a mouthful of blood.

He staggered and knelt on one knee, supporting his body with a saber.

"Red Li Empire, Winged Snake Fist, Joaquin, wins."

In the last stage of the International Exchange Conference, the Red Li Empire had a good start. But the following battles were not so easy. From morning to one o'clock in the afternoon, the destructive power of the top fighters destroyed most of the grassland, and mud was flying everywhere.

One by one, the top fighters who were rarely seen in normal times appeared, winning or losing. In general, the record of the Red Li Empire and the Yana United States was fifty-fifty. The two powerful countries in the world confronted each other, and the smell of gunpowder was strong.

The masters and elders of many large schools came on stage one by one to fight.

In the camps of the secret martial arts of the two countries, there were three people who had been motionless, as silent as statues. It was the bottom of the box.

On the side of the Yana United States, it was naturally the Whale King Arlington. He would not play in person. As the only extreme fighter, all he needs to do is stand still and wait for the challenger from the Red Li Empire.

On the Red Li Empire side. A strong man wearing a black leather vest, black trousers, and metal rivet wristbands on his wrists looked coldly at the battlefield. He was extremely strong, with seven tiny protrusions on his broad chest, corresponding to the seven star realms in the sky.

In the southern jungle, the Seven Evil Stars Jed, a former disciple of the boxing master.

In addition, there is a white-haired old man. He is extremely thin, his muscles have atrophied, and his arms are like ribs. There are dense wrinkles on his face, like snake scales. The old man is less than 1.7 meters tall, and looks old, weak, and slow.

Eastern Secret Martial Arts, Star Ring Fist School, Blazing Light Fist Victor.

The combat power of these two people is at the peak of the top fighters, close to the extreme fighters. Only they are qualified to deal with the Whale King Arlington.

At 1:30 pm, after a short half-hour break, the International Exchange Conference came to a complete end. The strong challenged Whale King Arlington!

In the silence, Victor, the Blazing Fist, walked out of the crowd from the Red Li Empire. His steps were slow and his body was hunched, looking no different from a normal old man in his eighties. However, every time he stepped down, his aura became more condensed and powerful, his body gradually straightened up, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. Until later, every step Victor took would cause the ground to shake violently.

The ground shook, and the soles of many spectators were numb.

Boom!

The skinny sole stepped down, the ground collapsed, and the cracks spread rapidly.

Victor raised his head and looked at the man in black in the Yana United States camp: "Whale King Arlington... dare to come out and fight me..."

The sound of a huge bell echoed, making the eardrums buzz.

The 1.9-meter-tall man in black walked out of the crowd. His expression was calm and his posture was relaxed.

It seemed that this battle was just a relaxing walk for him.

Whale King Arlington looked at the thin Victor first, and then at Jed in the Red Li Empire camp. He laughed out loud: "Is there no one left in the Red Li Empire? They actually sent a dying old man to the scene! What about the other person? Come up together. Otherwise, they will say that I bullied an old man with declining power..."

"I allow you to go up together! Come on!"

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