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Shuoziquan's boxing technique has always been known for its degree of precision, and its precise and ruthless attack methods have left many traces in the history of martial arts in Nanwuzhou.

Although the genre is not powerful, it has existed for a long time, and it is regarded as a branch with a long history among the existing genres.

After more than two hundred years have passed, anything is possible. The genres founded in the Dark Ages, no matter how strong or weak, have been turned into ashes in the long river of time, and even more than a trace, nothing is left behind.

It is not easy for the Suozi Quan to survive to this day.

The Wind Leg Gate that Pan Sheng is facing is just a new martial arts school. It has only been more than 20 years since its establishment. The founder at that time is still the current master of the school.

However, any new school can stand out from many unpopular factions and become an orthodox martial arts school, which is naturally extraordinary.

At that time, the sect master of Wind Leg Gate was the one who stepped on the top of two small genres in a row.

"Although the eldest brother's level is not high, his basic skills are very solid. Among the martial artists of the same level, he is considered to be relatively powerful." Xu Xianxian watched the fight between the two on the stage, and her scarlet pupils stared straight at it. Look: "However, the opponent I encountered... seems to be a bit difficult..."

Although she didn't communicate much with her brothers and sisters on weekdays, she still had a good relationship. She went to restaurants together, sang karaoke, and occasionally discussed martial arts.

Xu Xianxian knew a little about the situation of this Senior Brother Pan Sheng.

She knew that her brother's family situation was more complicated than her own. Her father was disabled in a car accident, and her mother ran away with other men, and never saw their father and son again. Brother Pan Sheng, who had a poor living environment since childhood, was fortunately met his master Liu Wentao and was accepted as a disciple, forging a relationship between master and apprentice.

Liu Wentao is very kind to Pan Sheng, so Pan Sheng, who is not high in martial arts and cannot win glory for the genre, has always felt self-blame and guilt for his ordinary aptitude.

So when he came to power this time, Pan Sheng went all out.

Xu Xianxian naturally realized this. According to normal circumstances, Pan Sheng, who has a solid foundation, is at the peak of the third level. If he fights alone with the ordinary third-level, the probability of victory is very high.

"Senior brother, this game is bound to be won, but that one-inch man... It seems that he is not only third-level..."

After all, they are people of their own genre, and Xu Xianxian's eyes still showed a little worry.

Before fighting in person, no one, even those with powerful Forces, would be able to instantly judge the level and characteristics of each other with the naked eye.

If the opponent does not make a full effort, it will be difficult for other people to see through the opponent's strength. Unless their own characteristics are the power of perspective, they can see through everything, otherwise it is simply a fool's dream.

Even at the certification level of the Martial Arts Association, they have to go through a series of tests, all of which are measured by high-tech machines and real people at the same time, in order to give an accurate ability value.

So even if Xu Xianxian is a martial artist, she can't do it if she wants to distinguish the strength of a short-headed man at the beginning. Only when the other party really makes a move can she make a rough judgment in terms of breath, speed, strength, and skill.

For example, this short-headed man from the wind leg door, from the beginning of the fight to the present, seems to be unable to let go of his hands and feet, and is covering up something.

Boom!

In the arena at this time, Pan Sheng just caught the opponent's flaws, and directly rounded the opponent's fist with an inch snake, and hit the man's shoulder with precision.

He didn't play the opponent's key position. After all, in Pan Sheng's eyes, this was just a game after all, as long as the winner was decided, there was no need to make a mess.

Moreover, the inch snake is the most sinister and vicious move of the shuttle boxing. As long as the shoulder is hit by this move, basically even if it is not pierced, its shoulder blade will be shattered and lose its combat effectiveness on the spot. Even if the martial arts are strong, at least It will take several months to recover.

After the inch-headed man was hit in the shoulder, he subconsciously stepped back seven or eight steps, and barely stopped until he retreated to the edge of the ring.

On the other side of the backstage, after seeing this scene, Liu Wen exclaimed excitedly: "Senior brother's usual training is not in vain, this first game is definitely a win!"

In her eyes, for a martial artist of the same level, even if the inch snake only hits the shoulder, the opponent will lose their combat effectiveness in an instant. In the arena competition, victory and defeat are often made in an instant.

The other martial artists who were also waiting just turned their heads and glanced at Liu Wen, but did not speak, but the expressions on their faces also recognized the other party's words.

In this kind of game, getting hit once or twice is enough to lose the battle. And those who take a lot of hard work, either have a huge gap in strength and can ignore the opponent's impact, or have been beaten to death in the ring.

After all, even if there is a seventh-level martial artist, if one side allows the other to strike four or five key points, they have to die on the spot, and there is no luck at all.

However, Liu Wentao, who was sitting in the auditorium, changed his expression at this time, and looked at this scene with a solemn expression, "This disciple of the Wind Leg Sect named Tian Li seems to be hiding his true level..."

As a sixth-level Martial Daoist, he has experienced different battles for a long time and has very rich experience. After careful observation, he immediately discovered this disciple of Wind Leg Sect, and it seems that he did not show all his strength.

"Even being hit by an inch snake, he just deliberately shifted his lower body, and then revealed his flaws..." Liu Wentao's expression was gloomy. After hesitating for a few seconds, he got up and stood up: "Xiao Sheng, stop hitting, come down. Bar!"

When he opened his mouth like this, he immediately attracted the attention of the people around him. Everyone understood the meaning of going straight, that is, taking the initiative to abstain and surrender. These people's expressions were a little stunned, and they didn't seem to expect that the dignified master of the sect would actually open his mouth and ask his disciples to surrender.

You must know that for many medium and large martial arts schools, the masters encourage their disciples to win honor and status for the school even if they die and drain the last drop of blood.

"Naturally those people won't understand what the master is doing." Xu Xianxian, who was sitting in her seat quietly watching all this, understood the reason: "Because a small school like us can't hurt anyone, let alone die. Get up!"

Shuo Ziquan was unable to pick up, except for Xu Xianxian, the only young disciple who could do it was the senior brother Pan Sheng. If there is another accident, this martial arts hall doesn't even have people who handle affairs~www.readwn.com~ It's impossible to let all the big and small things be handed over to the master alone, right?

"Why did Dad want Senior Brother to surrender?!"

Liu Wen, who was still cheering, looked at her father in the distance with an expression of disbelief.

As for Pan Sheng in the ring, after hearing the master's shout, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then reacted again, just shook his head at the master from a distance.

He whispered to himself: "No... Master, I don't want to hold back the genre any more, no matter what the outcome is, at least let me finish this game..."

Perhaps it was because of the master's words that Pan Sheng, who thought the victory was in his hands, instantly raised his alertness. He was walking towards the edge of the ring, but stopped slowly, looking at Tian Li's eyes, showing a bit of a hint. alert.

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