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Chapter 138 Sending Fang Lang home

Fang Lang fights against Hong Er.

As soon as the result of the lottery came out, the warriors in the spectator seats immediately clapped their hands and applauded.

"That's great. Fang Lang has won the previous few games with sneak attacks. Let's see what he does when we meet Hong Er this time!"

"What about the Grandmaster who was promised to be invincible? Why did he win the first few games with sneak attacks using his mental power?"

"That's right, this time he will definitely show his true colors."

"This guy is so shameless. I hope Hong Er will send him home soon!"

"The warriors in Qingzhou boasted about him so much that he ended up in the martial arts competition with no skills at all!"

……

Nearly [-]% of the warriors watching the battle wanted to see Fang Lang defeated.

Originally, only about [-]% of the warriors wanted to see Fang Lang defeated, but after Fang Lang used his father's crest to let his enemies call him dad, the number of spectators who did not support Fang Lang instantly increased by [-]%.

The reason was that it was really shameful for Fang Lang to use his mental power to control other people's behavior of calling him daddy.

This kind of behavior is something that everyone in the martial arts world calls for beating!
So when the spectators saw that Fang Lang was going to face off against the powerful Hong Er, they all wanted Hong Er to send him home quickly.

As for those warriors who had wanted to see Fang Lang defeated from the beginning, they were even more gloating about his misfortune.

It seemed that if Fang Lang lost next, they would have won a spiritual victory.

In fact, whether Fang Lang lost or not had nothing to do with them.

They are just a group of rabble who are not strong enough and are unwilling to accept others being better than themselves.

"Haha, you want to see me lose? It's not that easy."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Fang Lang's lips, waiting for his competition.

The battle between him and Hong Er was in the tenth and final game.

As long as they win this game, the group stage will be over, leaving ten players to advance to the Grandmaster Top [-].

Grandmaster Tian Yun, who was hosting this four-group Grandmaster event, seemed to have deliberately placed the battle between Fang Lang and Hong Er in the last one.

After all, Fang Lang received the most attention.

The fifth round of each group stage is equivalent to the grandmaster finals to some extent.

The remaining players are all top-notch Grandmasters.

In this round, they all showed their true abilities and showed off their special abilities.

Therefore, Fang Lang's first nine games lasted more than four hours.

After Fang Lang waited for four hours, it was finally his turn to play.

"The last match of the four-group Grandmaster group stage, Fang Lang, the master of Jinfeng Hall, versus Hong Er, the master of Hongda Martial Arts Hall."

As Tian Yun announced the start of the last match, the warriors in the spectator seats cheered.

Of course, most of these cheers were for Hong Er.

Amid the cheers, more people were shouting, Hong Er, come on, he must send Fang Lang home.

"It's finally started, Fang Lang, lose!"

"Come on Hong Er! Send this scumbag Fang Lang home!"

"Hahaha, if Fang Lang, who is known as the invincible master, loses to Hong Er, he will really laugh out loud."

"The Grandmaster is invincible? Do you see where he looks a little bit invincible?"

"In the past few games, apart from using his mental power to carry out sneak attacks, Fang Lang didn't do anything great. This time he will definitely lose."

……

The match between Fang Lang and Hong Er was about to begin, and the warriors in the spectator seats were obviously impatient for Fang Lang to lose.

"What are these people talking about? How can the second brother be Brother Fang's opponent?"

Above the spectator seats, Hong San stood in the air and glanced down at the warriors observing the battle below his feet.

He had competed with Fang Lang and knew how powerful Fang Lang's Bajiquan was.

Later, he saw Fang Lang kill Wu Qingtian, Wang Chengfeng, Tang Hongyi and others with his own eyes, and he knew that his second brother Hong Er was definitely not Fang Lang's enemy.

If Fang Lang used the palm technique that destroyed the Warriors Association or the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, his second brother would lose even more miserably.

"Oh, I hope Brother Fang won't let my second brother lose too ugly."

Hong San sighed. He never thought that his second brother would meet Fang Lang in the last game of the group stage.

"Then...Brother Fang won't let my second brother call him daddy, right?"

Suddenly, Hong San suddenly remembered this, and his expression suddenly became very strange.

If his second brother is called Fang Lang's father, wouldn't he also become Fang Lang's son?

"Fang...Brother Fang shouldn't do this, right?"

Hong San looked at the two people on the ring, drumming in his heart.

At this time, Fang Lang and Hong Er were already standing on the ring, facing each other from a distance.

The official competition was about to begin, and the warriors and Hong San in the spectator seats had the same idea.

Hong Er would be accidentally attacked by Fang Lang's mental power, and he would call Fang Lang his father?

However, Hong San and their thoughts were superfluous. Fang Lang didn't use his father's crest at all, let alone used any mental power to sneak attack and control other people's consciousness to call him dad.

These are all unfounded things!
"The last game of the group stage, the game begins!"

After Fang Lang and Hong Er walked onto the ring and stood up, Tian Yun announced the start of the game.

"Golden Wind Martial Arts School, Fang Lang."

"Hong Da Martial Arts School, Hong Er."

The two of them entered the ring and saluted according to the etiquette of the martial arts world.

Everyone was surprised not to hear Hong Er call Fang Lang dad like He Xiao and Liu Sui.

"It seems that Fang Lang did not succeed in the sneak attack!"

"Hong Er's strength can be said to be the first among the four groups of grandmasters. How could he be easily attacked by Fang Lang with his mental power?"

"Perhaps Fang Lang wants to prove himself and prepares to fight Hong in an upright manner."

"Is it him? With his small body, I'm afraid Hong Er can smash him to pieces with just one punch."

"Haha, don't tell me it's true. Fang Lang looks like an ant standing in front of Hong Er."

"The sneak attack with mental power to make the opponent call him daddy is useless. Let's see what he does now!"

... In the spectator seats, many warriors saw that Fang Lang seemed to have failed in his sneak attack with mental power, and felt that Fang Lang had definitely lost the competition.

"call……"

Hong San was relieved when he saw that Fang Lang didn't ask his second brother to call him dad.

But when he heard the shouts of the warriors under his feet, he shook his head helplessly.

"Ten second brothers put together are no match for Brother Fang."

"I have no idea what these people are talking about."

"Fang Lang used his mental power to make people call him daddy, but he just had a grudge against those people and didn't want to do anything."

Hong San thought so in his heart.

He didn't understand the warriors in the spectator seats. Why did they think Fang Lang would lose?
While everyone was shouting, on the stage, after Hong Er saluted Fang Lang, he said politely: "Brother Fang, I have long admired you. I often hear my brother mention you."

Hong Er has a loud voice. He is nearly [-] meters tall, and his physique can be seen from his martial arts training. He is very solid.

Hearing this, Fang Lang smiled and said, "Brother Hong, you're welcome."

Hong Er said: "Hong San said that he was defeated by You with one move of Bajiquan that day. I'm here to learn from you today. I hope Brother Fang will give you some advice."

Fang Lang was put off by Hong Er's retro polite words.

He also said politely: "I don't want to take my advice seriously, please ask Brother Hong."

"How about a punch?"

As a person from Qingzhou, Hong Er knew very well how powerful Fang Lang was.

But he really wanted to learn Fang Lang's Bajiquan.

Because that day, after Hong San’s Herculean Fist was knocked away by Fang Lang’s move of Baji Fist, Hong San always praised how powerful Baji Quan was in front of him. He also said that Hong Da Martial Arts School’s Herculean Fist was inferior to Baji Quan. It's just rubbish. Hong San even told him that he wanted to resign as the head of the Hong Da Martial Arts School and become Fang Lang's disciple!

This made Hong Er extremely unconvinced.

He faced Fang Lang today. No matter how strong Fang Lang was, he wanted to show Hong San how powerful the Hercules Fist was!

He doesn't care about winning or losing, he just wants to rectify the name of Hercules Fist.

"Okay, then one punch."

Fang Lang knew what Hong Er meant.

Hong Er was polite for so long because he wanted Fang Lang to decide the outcome with one punch from Baji Quan and his Hercules Fist.

"Come!"

Hong Er shouted loudly, showing an astonishing momentum and took a few steps forward.

Fang Lang did the same and took a few steps forward.

The two stopped when they were one step away.

"What is this for?"

"Why don't they fight? Why are they so close?"

"The distance is too close. It would be very dangerous if one party makes a sneak attack!"

"Isn't this another conspiracy by Fang Lang?"

"What kind of conspiracy? Didn't you hear them say that one punch determines the outcome?"

……

Fang Lang and Hong Er were so close that the warriors in the spectator seats were confused.

"Here we go, Hercules Fist versus Baji Fist!"

Above the spectator seats, Hong San stared at Fang Lang and his second brother with excitement on his face.

He expected that the Herculean Fist would be better, but unfortunately he knew Fang Lang's strength, and the Herculean Fist had no chance of winning.

"Look, they're taking action!"

"No, just fist bumping at close range like this?"

"It's such a terrifying power. I can feel the power of the Herculean Fist that is close to perfect even here."

"Oh my God, Fang Lang actually uses boxing skills!"

"What? How dare he fight with Hercules Fist and risk his life?"

……

It was too late, but soon, Fang Lang's fist had already collided with Hong Er's.

The two were one step away from each other and waved their fists at the same time.

"Why is Fang Lang so stupid? He is using a boxing technique with a small degree of artistic conception. How can he win against a powerful fist that is close to a perfect artistic conception?"

"It is indeed a small achievement in artistic conception. Whether it is fist intention or power, it is much weaker than Hong Er."

"It seems that the outcome depends on the outcome, and Fang Lang will definitely lose."

"No! Why do I seem to have seen Fang Lang's boxing skills in other arenas?"

……

Fang Lang's Bajiquan is only a small achievement in artistic conception. In terms of power and fist intention, it cannot be compared with the powerful Herculean Fist, which is a complete artistic conception and is even close to a complete artistic conception.

But he has twice the extra combat power bonus and three martial arts inner elixirs, so the difference in artistic conception is almost negligible.

Not counting the twice extra combat power bonus, the improvement brought by the three martial arts inner elixirs alone was enough to defeat Hong Er with one punch.

"boom!"

The two of them were at close range, and their fists collided with each other, making a loud noise.

The roar didn't come from the fist, but from around Fang Lang and Hong Er.

When Fang Lang and Hong Er's fists collided, a deep pit with a diameter of more than a hundred meters appeared centered on them.

That loud noise came from the deep pit.

For a moment, countless pieces of gravel flew up.

Some gravel flew to the spectator seats.

Fortunately, those watching the battle were all warriors, and no casualties were caused.

This punch was so powerful that everyone was very concerned about who would win.

When they saw the results, they all opened their eyes with disbelief.

(End of this chapter)