Chapter 138： Oia and Monkey King

"Toot!"

The referee's whistle sounded.

"Melly No. 312 won and entered the next round."

After finishing talking, I used a watercolor pen to outline the competition list, and Melly won and advanced to the next round.

Mei Li's victory attracted the whispers of everyone in her division. Those laymen were all unbelievable. A delicate girl could actually beat the third place player in the fighting competition.

"Aman actually lost, is that woman named Meili so strong?"

"...Maybe Oman is out of shape today."

"It's possible. After all, he is the third runner-up of the World Fighting Championship. It makes no sense that he can't even beat a woman."

"But I heard that people in the martial arts world are not simple..."

The people next to them were whispering. Perhaps some of them had realized that they and others had underestimated the strength of the martial arts school, but under the tongue of the crowd, they did not rashly express their thoughts, but kept these thoughts in their hearts. .

"Humph!" Mei Li turned her head and snorted coldly. She ignored these ordinary people who hadn't even stepped into the martial arts threshold. When she jumped off the ring, she happened to meet Mu Yang's smirking eyes, and Mei Li immediately turned her head away. His gaze swept to the other side.

Mu Yang smiled and shook his head, confirming Mei Li's identity even more. At this time, the match on the 8th ring went on for several games, and it was finally Mu Yang's turn to play.

I saw his toes tap the ground lightly, and the whole person appeared free and easy on the ring, the whole movement was done in one go, full of chic and freehand brushwork.

"Muyang No. 337, from Tianshen Liu, was the champion of the No. 1 Budokai in the world last time."

After Mu Yang took the stage, the referee next to him emphatically introduced his identity.

Following the referee's introduction, there was a burst of exclamation from the ring, and everyone was surprised that Mu Yang had won the championship of the world's number one martial arts club at such a young age. This makes the hearts of the players interested in the championship feel heavy.

"Muyang, your opponent is No. 458, a Palon fighter from the boxing world."

The man on stage was a very strong-looking man, his head naked, his muscles tangled, his whole body full of explosive power.

Especially when posing for a boxing posture, the muscles on his arms arched up in small hills.

"Hey, young martial artist, let you see how good a boxer is."

Boxer Palon collided with his fists, making a dull boom, his face filled with flesh and blood was full of invincibility, and he was obviously very confident in his own strength.

Another Omani character!

Mu Yang sighed with a chuckle, that Aman's attitude at least converged after experiencing Nis's lesson, but the boxer in front of him was very blatantly arrogant.

"Start the game!"

Mu Yang was too lazy to talk to the opponent and directly signaled the referee to start the game.

The referee was stunned, he still had to give his face, and then nodded slightly and blew the whistle to announce the start of the game: "The 11th game of the 8th ring will begin now."

"Boy, whether you were the champion of the previous conference or not, you met Palon because you were out of luck!" Boxer Palon roared with his wrists, and then was ready to win the game.

But at this moment, Mu Yang's figure flashed, and Palon felt a flower in front of him, and Mu Yang's trace was lost in his sight.

"Huh, how about people?"

Pallong looked around, but he never found Mu Yang's figure.

At this moment, Mu Yang appeared beside Palon.

"The game is over."

"what?"

Palon was startled, before he could react, he felt a heavy blow on the back of his neck. Mu Yang smashed Palon's neck with a clean hand knife, and the powerful impact instantly caused fragments of the opponent's thinking. Then the sky turned around and his huge body fell to the ground embarrassedly.

The scene suddenly became very quiet.

No one thought that Palon played aggressively, and the game that should have been evenly matched would end in an instant.

The time before and after Palon said a word, right?

"Announce the result!" Mu Yang looked at the referee again.

The referee reacted with hindsight and hurriedly blew the whistle to the end of the game, and immediately declared Mu Yang the victory.

"Muyang player No. 337 won... advanced to the next round."

"Wow, that's amazing, defeated the boxer Palon in just one blow!"

"The eyes can't see clearly."

"It's over, we have no hope of standing in line with such a strong man."

The game is still going on. After one game, there are fewer and fewer players remaining. Some good people conducted some statistics, and were surprised to find that most of the players who advanced were martial artists of various genres, and the seed players in the fighting, boxing, and wrestling circles that people had always been optimistic about, except for a few. , Have been eliminated.

After witnessing the strength of those martial arts masters, those who had doubts about the quality of the previous martial arts club suddenly realized that perhaps they were still a long way from the real martial arts master.

"This is the real martial artist!"

"It's too strong. Oman in the fighting world and Palon in the boxing world are all defeated by a single blow. Look at the players on the ring. I can't see their movements."

"Really, I can't see clearly."

"I don't know if it's too late for me to transfer to martial arts."

After seeing the strength of martial arts, many contestants in other industries could not help but have the idea of ​​learning martial arts. However, they were soon told that learning martial arts requires talents, and people without talents cannot even get started.

Forget it, let's do their job obediently, as long as they don't have anything to do with the martial arts school, they are considered big names in their own industry.

Fighter Aman was ashamed below, ashamed of his earlier arrogance. At this time, his mind actually gave birth to the idea of ​​switching to the martial arts world. Compared with fighting, martial arts seemed more promising. Even if you can't do it, let his children practice martial arts.

...

At the same time, on the 4th ring side.

"Wow!"

"There are many shadows, UU reading has no idea which is true."

There were bursts of exclamations from below the ring, and I saw on the ring, Monkey King and Oia, you come and I are fighting each other, countless afterimages are all over the ring. There are image retention caused by too fast speed, and there are fixed pictures caused by the afterimage fist, which really makes people unable to distinguish. When people outside the martial arts world have seen such a wonderful battle, they can't help but stare at them in disbelief.

At this time, Monkey Gohan obviously didn't use all his strength, so the battle with Oia looked evenly matched. It is precisely this kind of up-and-down battle, but from time to time the crowd below is constantly exclaiming.

Mu Yang's gaze turned towards Ring 4, just in time to see the battle between Sun Wufan and Oia.

"Sun Wufan has been merciful, but this is just the right way to let Yiya know more about the strength of higher-level martial arts." Mu Yang's eyes were very harsh, and he could see the situation on the ring at a glance.

With Sun Wufan’s current combat power of more than 300, only one move is enough to defeat Oia, who has a combat power of less than 100. The reason for fighting for so long: one is because of Muyang's face; the other is I want to experience the mystery of Tian Shen Liu from Oia, so that I can seize the opportunity in the battle with Mu Yang.

"Your strength makes me admire, but unfortunately you are not my opponent."

During the battle, Gohan looked at Oia with a smile.

Oia said with a sullen face, "Shoot with all my strength, let me see Gui Xianliu's stunts."

A glimmer of admiration flashed in Sun Wufan's eyes, and he smiled and said, "Since I want to see it, then I am as you wish."

After speaking, Monkey King's hands were claws, slowly gathered, and then put his hands to his waist, and suddenly, a bright blue light condensed between his hands.

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