Chapter 354 Master Ugo, I want to challenge you! (4000)

Chapter 354 Master Ugo, I want to challenge you! (4000)

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

Note that this is a discussion, not an all-out effort. It’s not even as good as the previous core wheel battles and individual battles. After all, the elders of each sect are very powerful. Once they get serious, they may not be able to stop. It is better to be kind and gentle.

As for the killing, let the disciples do it.

On the first floor of Heitong Building, the sunlight falls on the ground through the brown glass, arranged like rectangular golden patches.

Occasionally, mottled tree shadows are projected in, swaying slightly.

The auditorium was packed with people, including disciples and teachers from various schools. They stared at Arena No. 1 intently, wanting to see how the normally low-key elders really acted. Even if you don’t go all out, it’s still very interesting.

There is no normal referee in this competition, and there is no competition system. It's just that two elders met their eyes and went to the ring to have a fight. Or, an elder may request a challenge.

And the one being challenged also accepted it.

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

Looking towards his gaze, there was a middle-aged man wearing black clothes. He has an ordinary appearance, short hair that looks like a steel needle, and his aura is low and dangerous.

"Elder Obi invites me, so naturally I dare not refuse..."

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up with a deep look in his eyes.

Judging from the conversation between the two, it is obvious that there is some private resentment, but it should not be very deep. If the two of them had a private fight, what was not a serious dispute might become aggravated because someone was injured and lost.

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

"Elder Obi from the Red Wrist Fist, and Elder Pasi from the Xu Ri Sect. The two fighters faced each other, and what followed was a lot of watching..."

In the auditorium dedicated to the elders of each school, there were elders who commented, and there were also people who learned about the past conflicts between Obi and Patsy.

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

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

"Our great elder once demonstrated that when the first to seventh cores in the sect went up to attack together, they were tricked. No matter how tricky the angle was, they could not touch the corner of the great elder's clothes. Instead, they were hit in the flaw. Losing combat effectiveness..."

Some core disciples were discussing in low voices.

Bang! Bang!

There were two muffled thunder explosions on the ring, and suddenly two people on the left and right rushed forward at the same time, as if a wild arrow collided in the center of the ring. The speed was so fast that an afterimage was pulled through the air, leaving a blurry shadow in the retinas of everyone watching.

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

"It's too fast, it's so fast, it's dizzying."

Some disciples with insufficient vision and strength said, while most of the core disciples concentrated on staring at the ring.

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

The white-browed old man came from Red Wrist Fist. After his strength exploded, a red mark as thick as a finger appeared on his old wrist. Immediately afterwards, his two hands swelled up, and the twisting and powerful muscles spread, bringing powerful strength.

Every time the old man with white eyebrows cuts his hands through the air, he can bring out a powerful sound of breaking through the air, which is full of expressive tension.

On the other side is a middle-aged man wearing black attire. He comes from the Xuri Gate and practices the Xuri Fist Seal. When his body sways, his tightly clenched fists will create the illusion of misalignment.

It's like seven or eight fists superimposed on each other.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The red wrist fist met the Xu Ri fist seal, and a crackling sound of impact suddenly came from the surface of the arena. It was the sound of fists hitting each other. Because the speed was too fast and the rhythm was too dense, it was like firecrackers going off in unison. Both of them are fighters with extremely rich fighting experience, or they go head-to-head to compete in speed and strength. Or you can use it to show off your skills and compete for precise control of strength. Or defend against bombardment, competing for the ability to seize flaws and opportunities in battle.

It's not just boxing, there are also a lot of elbow, leg, and body techniques. They rolled around at high speed on the ring, their soles rubbing against each other, leaving black marks on the rubber.

A fighter is on another level, and the speed of his moves is much exaggerated compared to a boxer. Maybe seven or eight moves were fired in one second, as fast as lightning. So the battle only lasted half a minute, and the two might have exchanged hundreds of moves. This is a pure competition between physical fitness and skills.

Neither side used any secret killing moves or courage.

On the ring, two black whirlwinds ejected irregularly like lightning, as if dark clouds were changing. Occasionally, the iron pillars used as guardrails were blown away, and there were deeply sunken footprints on them.

"Is this a fighter? What an amazing destructive power..."

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

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

"Let's see it! As a bystander in a life-and-death battle between fighters, you are courting death. Ordinary people can't even bear the aftermath! If you see a fighter attacking with all his strength in the future, run away!"

"..."

Everyone in the audience was talking a lot and were quite amazed.

Bang! There was a sudden loud noise on the stage.

Two figures flew out from the middle, spun three or two times in the air, and landed firmly on the ground. Vision becomes clear again.

The two men in the ring, who were slightly embarrassed in their clothes, were revealed.

One had a dark shoe mark on his abdomen, and the other had a fist mark on his chest. A strong collision, no winner or loser.

"In the past four years, you have really made great progress. You are almost as good as me without using your courage and secret skills..."

The white-browed old man's right hand hanging by his side trembled slightly.

"Red wrist boxing is really powerful, I need to be taught."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

call out!

Suddenly, a figure jumped onto the ring from below.

It was Ugo, the leader of the Evil Eye Fist, who planned to act as a referee in this last day's exchange meeting. Of course, it is not to determine the outcome, but to stop the intensity of the battle in time.

Now that the fight between the two in the ring is over, someone needs to calm down the atmosphere so that both sides can get off the stage after the battle.

After some sighs and boasts, Ugo sent away the two elders of Red Wrist Fist and Xuri Fist Seal. He stood at the edge of the ring, looking in the direction of the auditorium of the genre elders, waiting for the competition to continue.

Unexpectedly, a clear and powerful voice came from the disciple auditorium: "Master Ugo, I wonder if I am qualified to participate in the elder-level competition on the last day of the exchange meeting?"

call!

There was no wind and waves, and a powerful 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, and his hair flying loosely.

It's Simone! Simone the thunder dog!

Simone did not wear the combat uniform of Cloud Dog Fist, but a simple windbreaker. The hem sways and floats like dark clouds.

"You...Fighter!!!"

On the ring, Ugo's pupils suddenly shrank. As a fighter, he could easily feel the aura emanating from Simeone's body. Although he is immature, he is definitely at the level of a fighter. That is the unique aura of a fighter!

"Simone has broken through to the realm of a fighter?!"

"You have actually crossed the threshold of a boxer!"

"..."

The audience was in an uproar, including the faction elders who were also talking about it, and kept casting their eyes on Simeone. Either amazed, admired, shocked, or envied.

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

The future may be limitless.

In the crowd, two complicated eyes looked at Simeone's upright back. One is Moon Fist Shaq, and the other is Death Soul Sword Sid. From this moment on, the Eastern Three Stars are completely unworthy of their name. Simeone is the number one player of the younger generation!

The gap is getting wider and wider, to the point where it is difficult to catch up.

Fighters, even Shaq and West Germany don't dare to say that they can cross it 100%. But Simeone has already done it, and he has completely reached the top level.

Faced with Simeone's display of strength as a fighter, spectators from various schools reacted differently. But Ugo was overjoyed. Isn't this the big stunt he wanted before?

A contestant from the Eastern Conference breaks through to the realm of a martial artist!

It’s enough to make the entire eastern secret martial arts circle talk about it in the next twenty or thirty years! It's stable, this time Evil Eye Fist's goal of becoming famous is stable! As long as you contact your contacts in the media after today, you can quickly get the news...

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

He looked at Simeone from above.

"Of course you are qualified."

"You have just broken through to the realm of a fighter. Do you want to compete with so many elders? After all, this is a hard-won opportunity to consolidate your realm. So, which elder do you want to challenge?"

Ugo roughly analyzed Simeone's thoughts and said.

"I wonder if Sect Master Ugo would be willing to accompany me for a few tricks..."

Simone raised his head and smiled.

"Challenge me? That's okay. But that's the point. The rules of the competition are that you cannot use secret techniques such as killing moves. It's best not to use aura, but you can use auxiliary aura..."

Ugo recounted the consensus and then walked to the side of the ring. Watching Simeone leap up to the other side below.

"Simone is going to challenge the leader of the Evil Eye Fist! It's interesting..."

"Who do you think can win?"

"Nonsense, it must be Master Ugo. How can a fighter who has just made a breakthrough fight against a formal fighter? There is no comparison between the two..."

"But you can't use secret killing moves in the competition."

"Even if he can't use the secret killer technique, Master Ugo's combat experience and physical training are definitely much better than Simone's."

The discussion in the audience did not stop.

On the ring, the two of them had already assumed their respective stances.

Simone stands with his legs spread apart, his center of gravity sinks, his right arm is pulled diagonally forward, and his left hand is held flat across his chest. He stared sharply at the opposite side, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

On the other side, Ugo also assumed the starting stance of the Evil Eye Fist. His fists were clenched, and veins were crawling on the back of his hands.

call out! Whoosh!

The two of them ran out in an instant, their feet slamming onto the ground. The entire arena shook, and the figures had already collided with each other.

Bang!

Simeone's tiger claw flew past from bottom to top, tearing through the air with a sound. Ugo's shoulder muscles flicked, and his arm was hammered down like a cannonball.

It collided with the paw prints and made a loud noise.

Simone's palms went numb, but his whole body spun around.

With the power of body twisting, his left arm swung like a windmill. The speed is fast and furious, whirring.

Ugo's movements were extremely fast and his eyes were sharp. He ducked and avoided the range of the swing, and then charged forward again.

Taking advantage of Simeone's strength, he rushed towards him with a head elbow. Simeone put his hands on his chest, but he was still pushed three to four meters away, and his feet scratched hard on the ground.

It made a very unpleasant, sharp rubber friction sound.

"Your accumulation in the realm of boxers is indeed strong, and it is better than those who have just entered the realm of fighters. But it is only a few. When you reach the level of a fighter, what can really distance you is the accumulation of time and experience. …”

"Watch it, let me show you my evil eye fist!"

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

"Uh-huh!"

A flash of light flashed in Ugo's eyes, and he disappeared instantly. The next second appeared in front of Simeone.

The hands suddenly stretched out, either clenched into fists, or brought together into palms, or held empty and turned into claws. The movement movements are extremely smooth, and the connection is flawless. It's dizzyingly fast.

Ugo's attack moves instantly enveloped Simone like a black whirlwind. Simeone was unable to parry, and he failed to block at least half of his moves. A series of crackling blows came from his body, a muffled sound of flesh and skin.

"Can't you hold on anymore? Let's end the discussion here..."

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

"Bang!"

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

Ugo's pupils shrank, and while he was horrified, he felt danger on the left side. His arms suddenly moved in that direction.

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

Ugo's arms went numb, his feet rubbed on the ground, and he suddenly drifted parallel for more than ten meters. The figure almost lost its balance.

"you!"

He turned his head suddenly and looked towards Simone.

However, they saw a young man with dark eyes spread out his posture again with an expressionless expression. It's not Cloud Dog Fist, but an unfamiliar fighting style. If Ugo's Evil Eye Fist sect leader from fifty years ago had seen it, he would have exclaimed on the spot.

"Nandou Red Eagle Fist!!!"

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