"Yes, you can't win if you keep fighting like this.
Moreover, Zhao Wushuang's fists are very hard to the flesh.
On the surface, Xue Ping seems to have not broken his protection and can still fight, but in fact, he has already accumulated internal injuries in his body.
If he continues like this, he may be injured.
If we lose the foundation, we might as well admit defeat.
It’s not Xue Ping’s fault, it’s Zhao Wushuang’s fault,” said another sect leader who was close to Hidden Dragon Valley.
The master of the Hidden Dragon Valley had a gloomy face, staring at Xue Ping who was beaten back and forth in the ring and had no power to fight back.
After looking at it for a long time, he sighed and nodded reluctantly.
"Stop fighting, we in Hidden Dragon Valley will admit defeat in this battle."
Next to the owner of Hidden Dragon Valley, an elder shouted immediately, and his voice spread throughout the entire martial arts field.
On the ring, the elder who presided over the competition hurriedly took action and forcibly separated the two people.
The difference is that Xue Ping's hair is messy, his face is pale, and he looks embarrassed.
Zhao Wushuang stood tall and tall, standing proudly in the center of the ring, like a victorious king, arrogant and domineering.
"Thankfully you surrendered in time, otherwise I could have killed you with ten punches through the bronze tripod.
After all, the gap between you and me is too big."
Zhao Wushuang looked down at Xue Ping and said domineeringly.
"You" A trace of resentment flashed in Xue Ping's eyes.
Just as he was about to speak, a trace of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, okay, this competition is over, Siamese Zhao Wushuang wins."
Seeing that something was wrong, the presiding elder hurriedly announced with a helpless tone.
Because this competition is no longer just a matter of personal victory or defeat.
Both of them are young and powerful people from both countries.
They are fighting for the honor of the two countries.
If they fail, they will be completely inferior to others.
"well."
As soon as the presiding elder finished his announcement, there were sighs from the audience.
The most powerful disciple who competed for the first place was actually defeated by someone with overwhelming strength.
Doesn't this mean that the great China is being overwhelmed by Siam?
Could it be that China is really lonely and not as good as other countries?
Many disciples couldn't help but think of Nine Everyone was a little disappointed with the disastrous defeat of the Tai Dou Fa in the 1900s.
For a moment, the atmosphere seemed a little gloomy, and fallen leaves were blowing in the wind.
"Hmph, just wait for me.
I will surpass you in half a year, no, within three months."
Xue Ping looked very ugly and snorted coldly.
He didn't even bother to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth and walked down in a hurry. into the arena.
"Hey, even Xue Ping's protective bronze tripod is so powerful that it can't even be broken by Zhao Wushuang.
If the two of them are at the same level, it's really hard to say whether they will win or lose."
Someone lamented.
"Hey, yes, but even Xue Ping's strong defense can't withstand it.
Who will be his opponent next?
Can we just watch helplessly, on our own land, being crushed by players from other countries?
You must know that the other five countries only have one disciple participating in the competition, but we, China, only have three disciples participating.
If we still fail, we will really become an international laughing stock, making our entire China unable to hold our heads up abroad."
Some disciples said unwillingly.
"What can I do if I don't give in?
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Xue Ping has already been defeated.
Huang An and Ye Xingwei are still left.
No matter how strong they are, as long as they have not broken through the realm of practicing Qi and transforming into gods, they will never be Zhao Wushuang's opponent, and neither will I."
I pray that they can win against Zhao Wushuang, and I just hope that they can hold on for one more game, so that they can at least save a little face," a disciple said pessimistically.
"The second game of the first round, Ahandian vs.
Fuso Miyamotozoichi" Amidst the chatter of many disciples, the second competition has quietly begun.
Huang An and Miyamoto Zangichi walked onto the ring almost at the same time.
Huang An was still the same as before, holding the soft sword on his waist with his right hand, his face stern.
Miyamoto Zang was wearing a black samurai uniform, squinting his eyes with some disdain.
"Zhu Zhu, your swordsmanship is good, but your strength is too weak.
You are no match for me.
Surrender, so as not to accidentally hurt you."
Miyamoto Zangyi said with a look of disgust on his face, extremely arrogant.
Seeing that Huang An didn't respond, he smiled coldly, "It seems you haven't understood yet.
Although your swordsmanship is strong, you may be able to defeat all the young strong men in China, but if you were placed in Fusang, you wouldn't even be qualified to enter the top ten.
Let alone the ordinary disciples, all of them are useless .
In fact, I don’t blame you.
In the final analysis, the main reason is that you in China are too rubbish and have too few strong people.
No wonder you are called the sick man of East Asia.
It seems that you still only know how to sit in the well and look at the sky.
You are a poor man who always lives in fantasy. ,Sad, so sad.”
"Noisy" Huang An said two words coldly, then moved his right foot and rushed towards Miyamoto Zang like a stream of light.
"Haha, you've come well, I'll let you understand the gap between you and me, let you understand the gap between the young masters of Fusang and Huaxia."
With a loud laugh, Miyamoto Zangyi's body burst into black flames, and his powerful aura was like water waves, rippling outward layer by layer.
Under the shroud of black flames, the stones below the ring crackled and began to crack and melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"So strong."
Although Miyamoto Zangichi is merciless in his words, his strength is indeed terrifying.
He is only a small step away from refining energy and becoming a god.
In terms of realm alone, he indeed surpasses the top disciples of the nine major sects in China.
"boom" Surprised, above the ring, the two people had already exchanged hands.
It was like two volcanoes colliding together.
A powerful explosion resounded throughout the martial arts arena, and violent auras continued to roll around like a stormy sea, causing gusts of wind. roar.
"Boom boom boom" The two of them moved extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they passed several more moves, and finally with one punch, they both took a few steps back.
Although both of them were uninjured and their momentum was still at its peak, in terms of the battle situation, Huang An suffered a small loss and was one step further back than Miyamoto Zangichi.
But even so, it made the sect leader who watched the competition shine.
You must know that Miyamoto Zang's idouxing body is one step away from breaking through the realm of refining qi and transforming into a god, and Huang An is still in the late stage of refining qi.
It's just cultivation.
Among the ranks of geniuses, being able to fight across a realm is already considered very incredible.
The onlookers clenched their fists unconsciously and looked at Huang An on the stage with nervous and worried expressions.
"Do you think it's possible for Huang An to defeat Miyamoto Zangichi?"
a disciple asked nervously.
"We have to win.
Didn't you hear how Miyamoto Zangyi humiliated us?
He said that all of us are trash, and that China is a garbage dump.
It is too rampant.
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If even Huang An loses , then this little Japanese is really riding on us.
For example, if we want to win, we must let him know how good we are."
Some disciples couldn't wait to play on their own, and said with anger
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