Chapter 140

"Doodle!"

The referee's whistle went off.

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

Finish saying, use the watercolor pen to sketch on the competition list, Melly wins and advances to the next round of competition.

Melly's victory attracted whispers from all the people in her area. The laymen were all unbelievable. A delicate girl was able to beat the third runner in the competition.

"Oman lost. Is that a woman named Melly so strong?"

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

"Maybe, after all, it's the third place player in the world championship. There's no reason why you can't even beat a woman."

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

Some of them may have realized that they underestimated the strength of Wudao family, but they didn't say their own ideas, but kept them in their hearts.

"Hum!" Mei Li turns her head and snorts coldly. She doesn't take care of the ordinary people who don't even step forward to the threshold of martial arts. When she jumps off the challenge arena, she happens to look at Muyang with a smile. Mei Li immediately stops looking at the other side.

Mu Yang smiles and shakes his head, which confirms Mei Li's identity. At this time, there were several matches in the No. 8 arena, and it was finally Muyang's turn to play.

I saw his toes light on the ground, the whole person free and easy to appear on the challenge arena, the whole action in one breath, full of natural and freehand.

"No. 337 Muyang player, from tianshenliu, is the champion of the last world's first martial arts association."

After Muyang came to the stage, the referee next to him introduced his identity.

With the introduction of the referee, there was a burst of exclamation under the challenge arena. People were surprised that Muyang was so young that he had won the champion of the first martial arts association in the world. This makes the players who want to be champions feel heavy.

"Muyang player, your opponent is No. 458, a palon player from the boxing world."

On stage was a very strong looking man, with his head bare, his muscles curled and his whole body full of explosive force.

Especially in boxing, the muscles on the arms arch up a small hill.

"Ho, young martial artist, let you see the power of boxers."

The boxer's two fists collided, making a dull roar. His face was full of flesh and blood. He was obviously confident of his strength.

Another Oman character!

Muyang chuckled and sighed. After experiencing the lesson of nice, aman's attitude at least converged, but the boxer in front of him was very explicit and arrogant.

"Let's start the game!"

Muyang is too lazy to talk to the other side and directly signals the referee to start the match.

The referee was stunned for a moment, and the face was still to be given. Then he nodded slightly and blew the whistle to announce the start of the match: "the 11th match of the 8th arena, now."

"Boy, whether you are the champion of the last conference or not, if you meet me, it's your bad luck!" The boxer, Paron, coaxed his wrists and was ready to win the match.

However, the Muyang in front of him did not make him do what he wanted. When he saw a flash of figure, he felt that the flower in front of him had lost the trace of Muyang in his sight.

"Eh, where are the people?"

Palan looked left and right, but he never found the shadow of Muyang.

At this time, Muyang appeared beside palon.

"The game is over."

"What?"

Paron was shocked, and before he could respond, he felt a blow to his back neck. Muyang smashes a clean hand knife on Paron's neck. The powerful impact instantly breaks the other party's thinking. Then the sky turns and the huge body falls on the ground in a mess.

The scene suddenly became very quiet.

No one thought that Paron's fierce playing, the match that should have been close even ended in an instant.

Before and after that is the time when Paron said a word, right?

"Announce the result!" Muyang looks at the referee again.

The referee then came back to him, whistled to the end of the game, and immediately announced that Muyang had won.

"No. 337 Muyang player wins Advance to the next round. "

"Wow, it's so powerful. It took only one hit to defeat the boxer, Paron!"

"I can't see at all."

"It's over. We have no hope at all with such a strong man."

The competition is still going on. After each competition, there are fewer and fewer competitors left. Some good people made a statistics and were shocked to find that most of the players who had been promoted were martial Taoists of all major schools, while the seed players in the world of fighting, boxing and wrestling, which had always been favored by people before, were eliminated, except for a few.

After witnessing the strength of those martial Taoists, those who had doubts about the quality of the last Martial Arts Association suddenly woke up. Maybe they are still a long way from the level of real martial Taoists.

"This is the real martial artist!"

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

"Really, I can't see at all."

"I don't know if I can transfer to martial arts now. I haven't come yet."

After seeing the strength of martial artists, many competitors in other industries can't help sprouting the idea of learning martial arts. However, they were soon told that learning martial arts requires talents, and people without talents can't even get started.

Come on, it's better to do their job obediently. As long as they don't get involved with martial artists, they are also big figures in their own industry.

Aman, the fighter, was ashamed of his earlier arrogance. At this time, he had an idea of turning to martial arts. Compared with fighting, martial arts seems to have a better future. Even if you can't, let his children practice martial arts.

……

At the same time, it's on arena 4.

"Wow!"

"There are so many shadows that I don't know which one is true."

There were shouts of alarm under the challenge arena. On the top of the challenge arena, Monkey King and IYA came and fought with each other, and countless shadows were all over the challenge arena. There are image residues caused by too fast speed, as well as fixed photos caused by shadow boxing, which really teach people to distinguish. When people outside the martial arts circle have seen such a wonderful battle, they can't help staring at it with big eyes.

At this time, it's obvious that sun WuFan didn't show all his strength, so his fight with IYA seems to be even. It's such a fight, but from time to time, it attracts the following people to constantly scream.

Muyang's vision is towards the 4 challenge arena, just in time to see the battle between sun WuFan and IYA.

"WuFan has been merciful, but it's just the right way to let IYA know more about the strength of the higher-level martial artists." Muyang's eyes are very fierce. He can see the situation on the challenge arena at a glance.

With more than 300 combat power, it only needs one move to defeat IYA, who has less than 100 combat power. The reason why he has been fighting for so long is: first, he wants to see the face of Muyang; second, he wants to understand the mystery of the flow of gods from IYA, so that he can seize the opportunity in the battle with Muyang.

"I am impressed by your strength, but you are not my opponent."

In the battle, gopher looked at IYA with a smile.

IYA's face is calm. "Try your best to show me the unique skill of the turtle fairy stream."

There was a flash of appreciation in his eyes, and he said with a smile, "if you want to see it, I will do as you wish."

After that, sun WuFan's hands were claws and gathered slowly. Then his hands were placed on his waist and suddenly, a bright blue light came out between his hands.