On the viewing platform, Qingshan County Zun Meng Qiuran sat down again. The gray-robed official from the Fucheng Inspection Department beside him nodded slightly and wrote something in the book in a low voice.
The discussion around the school grounds lasted for a long time before gradually subsided.
Next up is the second session of the day.
"In the second game, Boulder Martial Hall Li Kunlun versus Rogue Cultivator He Sanjin!"
The referee's voice fell, and there was a discussion in the stands.
"He Sanjin? Who is it? Never heard of it."
"It's not easy for Rogue Cultivator to reach the top fourteen."
"No matter how simple you are, can you still be Li Kunlun's opponent?"
Li Kunlun walked slowly onto the ring, dressed in gray cloth and with a sinister face. Although he was not tall, he gave off an oppressive and powerful aura.
With his bare hands and only a black cloth belt tied around his waist, he stood on the stage, looking extremely cold and hard.
And his opponent, He Sanjin, is a short, fat man, about thirty-five or sixteen years old... No, under twenty?
People in the stands rubbed their eyes.
The man was not only short and fat, but also had an old look, with a sinewy face and droopy eyelids. At first glance, he looked like he might have mistakenly thought he was a man from some family who had entered the ring by mistake.
He was holding a pair of butcher knives in his hand, and there were still dark brown oil stains on the blades, which shone in the sunlight.
"Is this considered a weapon?" someone muttered.
"I heard that he is a butcher in Caishikou in the west of the city. He helps people kill pigs every day. His deboning skills are superb."
"How dare a butcher come to a martial arts meeting?"
Li Kunlun looked at He Sanjin opposite, his brows wrinkled imperceptibly.
He didn't look down on any opponent, but the one in front of him... really didn't look like a warrior.
"Start!"
As soon as the referee's flag fell, He Sanjin moved.
He kicked his feet, and his whole body jumped out at a speed completely inconsistent with his body shape.
Although it is far inferior to Jiang Fa, it is still quite impressive.
Two pig-killing knives flew in his hands, the blades were pale and oily stars were flying everywhere, just like the scene of killing pigs on the street during the Chinese New Year.
But it was this knife technique that looked like a butcher's in the market, but it made everyone unable to laugh.
The light of the knife was as dense as rain, and the angle was as tricky as a snake. Moreover, the butcher knife in his hand was short and thin, which was very suitable for close combat. In addition, his close speed was extremely fast, and he actually forced Li Kunlun to retreat continuously.
"This butcher has a lot of tricks up his sleeve!" A warrior exclaimed.
"The hands that have been picking bones for more than ten years have long been as steady as an old carpenter's, and the knife can penetrate into the joints of the bones."
"Will Li Kunlun capsize in the gutter?"
"What's the rush? The fun has just begun."
Sure enough, after Li Kunlun took three steps back, his figure suddenly stopped.
He doesn't retreat anymore.
He Sanjin's butcher's knife was pointed at his throat.
Li Kunlun did not dodge, he stretched out his right hand, and clamped the tip of the knife between his middle finger and index finger with great precision.
There is a crisp "ding" sound.
He Sanjin's expression suddenly changed, and the other knife in his left hand had already stabbed Li Kunlun three inches in front of his abdomen.
But suddenly there was a sharp pain in his wrist.
Li Kunlun's left hand clasped his wrist like an iron plier and broke it hard.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
He Sanjin screamed, and the butcher knife fell from his hand.
Li Kunlun's right foot swept across and kicked him on the knee. He Sanjin fell to the ground like a mountain of flesh.
The next moment, Li Kunlun's fist had arrived.
This punch carried the terrifying power of An Jin, hitting He Sanjin's chest directly.
"Pfft!"
Blood spurted out from He Sanjin's mouth. He looked like a fat pig that had been hit by a hammer. He slid several feet away and did not stop until he hit the ring rope.
The rope trembled violently and the copper bell jingled.
He Sanjin rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth were full of blood foam, and he was breathing more out than in.
The referee stepped forward to check and announced the result after a while.
"Boulder Martial Hall, Li Kunlun wins!"
The audience was silent for a moment, and then burst into deafening cheers.
Li Kunlun stood up with his fists closed, without even looking at He Sanjin on the ground, turned around and got off the ring.
"This is too cruel."
Xu Feng swallowed and whispered to Jiang Fa, "I punched someone and killed half of his life. I'm afraid Li Kunlun wasn't trying to establish his power."
Jiang Fa looked at Li Kunlun's back, his eyes slightly focused.
This man's fists are truly terrifying.
Moreover, the five movements he just performed, including clamping, buckling, breaking, sweeping, and punching, were done in one go. They seemed simple, but in fact, every force exerted was extremely precise.
"It's really amazing." Jiang Fa whispered.
While a few people were talking, the third scene had already begun.
"The third game, Wang Family Wang Yanzhi, versus Rogue Cultivator Fang Chao!"
Wang Yanzhi was still dressed in a moon-white robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his posture was like a pine. He walked slowly onto the ring, gentle and graceful.
His opponent, Fang Chao, was a young swordsman with a stern face. He was dressed in a half-worn blue cloth outfit and had a three-foot-long thick-backed sword slung around his waist. He looked quite capable.
"Fang Chao, please enlighten me."
"Wang Yanzhi, please."
The two of them drew their swords at the same time.
Wang Yanzhi drew his sword very quickly. The moment the sword was unsheathed, half of the arena was filled with sword light.
The long sword in his hand was like rain and rainbow, and the sword power was continuous. Although Fang Chao was a good swordsman, his sword skills were completely suppressed by Wang Yanzhi's sword power before he could use it.
Fang Chao retreated continuously, blocking with all his strength with his thick-backed sword. The blade collided with the blade, making a clanging sound like a heavy rain.
The two exchanged no more than ten moves, and Wang Yanzhi stabbed out with his sword lightly. The tip of the sword stopped half an inch in front of Fang Chao's throat, with perfect timing.
"Concession."
Wang Yanzhi sheathed his sword, nodded slightly, and smiled gently.
Fang Chao's face turned green and white, and finally he cupped his fists and saluted, turned around and walked off the stage.
"Wang Family Wang Yanzhi wins!"
The referee's voice fell.
The cheers in the stands were mixed with the screams of many women.
Wang Yanzhi is not only outstanding in martial arts, but also handsome in appearance and well behaved. He is a well-known noble son in Qingshan County, and is the dream lover of many women in his boudoir.
Jiang Fa nodded secretly.
Wang Yanzhi's previous competition seemed relaxed and freehand, but in fact the skill contained in his swordsmanship was extremely pure.
First, use the power of the sword to suppress the enemy, and then use the exquisite sword moves to defeat the enemy. The whole process is done with ease without revealing any flaws.
Next in the fourth game, it was finally Qin Xuan's turn.