"Longwei Fighting Technique?"

"That dog shit fighting technique is nine out of ten times practiced!"

"If it weren't for the low-probability cultivation rate, do you think that thing could be put in five-star fighting technique?"

...

On the ring, the horse-face mask sequencer raised his right hand to cover his eyes, and did not dare to look at Zhang Xuezhou's eyes at all.

He waved his left hand randomly, trying to sweep across Zhang Xuezhou's body.

With the help of the voice from the ring, he already understood the reason for his loss.

But he couldn't find a way to crack it.

His opponent practices five-star fighting skills, but the opponent's fighting skills are entirely included in the five-star fighting skills because the success rate of practice is too low.

In terms of power, the level of Longwei fighting technique is at least four stars, and it can even go up.

He watched the horse-faced sequencer keep getting closer and chasing, and felt that the other party's turtle punch was likely to hit him.

Of course he could see the messy fist of the horse-face sequencer. As someone who has seen a lot, Zhang Xuezhou even knew that the other party was like a force at the end of his strength at this time.

But this time, the countdown object for electronic sound has obviously been changed to another person.

In the system of the cultivation realm, at least two major realms must be separated to allow realm suppression.

He couldn't even lift his hands that were punching randomly.

Although he has been admitted to university, Zhang Xuezhou believes that a junior high school student, or even a sixth-grade primary school student, can overturn himself.

Opposite the horse-face mask sequencer, Zhang Xuezhou dodged in a panic and ran around the ring.

Just as Zhang Manqian was knocked away, he was also knocked away by a horse-face sequencer.

Opposite Zhang Xuezhou, the fear of the horse-face mask sequencer faded.

In his eyes, he could only stare at the other person's gaze, and then an uncontrollable fear emerged from his heart.

When the realm is suppressed by high to low, the mana will form a deterrent within a certain range.

Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath and looked at the horse-face mask sequencer who covered his eyes.

After jumping around for several minutes, Zhang Xuezhou gasped and felt as if he was exhausted.

Even Zhang Xuezhou did not learn the various boxing techniques of "Crane Shape Fist", but only learned the ability of the crane flying backwards.

No one wants to lose, especially for people like him who have come into contact with extraordinary people but have no family support, playing such events provided by underground institutions has almost become the only way out.

There is no behind-the-scenes supervisor who threatens the horse-face sequencing player to play a fake match. The previous fall of the horse-face sequencing player is not a show, but a real suppression.

This shouldn't have happened.

Two heavy hammers were successively caused by his fist and the other was his shoulder rest. These were both the key parts of the force, and the heavy blow effect would be extremely obvious.

No one would say that this is a fake game at this time, and no one could perform a game of vomiting blood and foaming.

When his mind moved, Zhang Xuezhou's body power emerged, and he stepped on the air and flew backwards with the help of the impact.

The noise on the ring was so loud that these people were talking about the giant ape power and discussing what kind of Dragon Wei fighting technique they were. Zhang Xuezhou felt that these people were fooled by the supervisor behind the ring.

But his response was successful.

He let out a low roar and waved and beat the ring.

A fake match was explained as a self-justified reason.

While constantly removing the impact damage, Zhang Xuezhou staggered to the ground.

A dry howl sounded from the bottom of the audience.

But the problem is that he is not Zhang Manqian, and his fists and feet are incompetent.

A huge pain in his arms and a numbness surged into his heart. Zhang Xuezhou even saw the other party bullying in and his shoulders hit his chest.

"Can't chase and fight anymore, I can't run!"

Zhang Xuezhou felt his throat sweet just now, and he flew backwards.

He could feel his uncontrollable fear and his uncontrollable body.

Below his body, he was shamelessly incontinent again.

The moment he contacted, Zhang Xuezhou's arm was so painful. The punch he swung did not knock down the opponent, but was hit back by the opponent's fist.

Unless the sequencer of the horse-face mask car can fake the fall like before, he will not be able to forcibly defeat the other party at this time.

The horse-face mask sequencer glanced over the other person's body, and in a moment, fear in his eyes reappeared.

Instead, this is a high-level event.

The monkey-faced sequencer on the opposite side was squirting blood, and the white foam at the corners of his mouth was constantly popping out.

No matter how hard he could tighten the blood in his throat, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, Zhang Xuezhou had already used the "Taiqing Halal Technique" as fast as possible.

Now it is time for him to fight back. If he doesn't fight back, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he will soon lose the strength to punch, and he can't even pretend to behave.

He tried to use the simplest and most direct straight punch.

On the ring, the two sequencers had obviously entered the last moment of the victory or defeat.

Zhang Xuezhou is related to fighting skills, but he is only related to "Crane Fist".

As long as the horse-face mask sequencer accepts the threat from the supervisor behind the scenes, the other party may fall to the ground with a punch from his little fist.

His head was still a little confused.

That was not Long Wei’s fighting technique, but his cultivation level was derived from his maritime realm.

The backstage is likely to arrange for the opponent to lose, but even if the opponent punches the turtle, he can't resist it.

He trembled, and the foreign body in his throat kept surging.

His eyes kept up, but his limbs obviously couldn't.

It was like a tiger's natural suppression of ordinary people, as long as he noticed the eyes of the other party, he would feel this way.

After the great pain in the right arm of the hand and numbness, a hot feeling surged out of his chest.

The countdown of the electronic counting sounds.

This may be the least possible response.

Just like the fire of hell, the flame began to burn his soul in an instant.

Under the ring, the noisy shouts stopped at this moment.

The afterglow of his eyes swept across the blood, and he knew very well that his random slap had the effect.

Compared to before, this sense of impact is stronger at this time.

Under the monkey-faced mask, Zhang Xuezhou widened his eyes.

"It's the suppression of the realm!"

After several mouthfuls of blood spit out, the instrument that judged the outcome began a standard countdown.

Compared to the abyss that had been gazing at the darkness before, he felt a flame in the abyss began to burn.

In other words, he is currently fighting across levels.

It was not until his opponent foamed in his mouth that Zhang Xuezhou remembered something from sudden enlightenment.

On the ring, the sequencer of the horse-face mask looked straight, and the white foam on the corner of his mouth overflowed and then fell down.

If Zhang Manqian is on the ring, she can throw such an opponent into pieces with one kick.

He has never heard of Longwei fighting technique, and Zhang Manqian does not have this gene in his body.

On the other side, the monkey-faced mask sequencer stood up slowly on the ground.

But he couldn't stop his body from being out of control.

"He Xiang!"

"Win!"

"29749 won!"

The tremor of fear surged in my heart.

In this kind of deterrence, the mind of the deterrent will be disturbed, and then a possible hallucination will be created to flee in panic, and may even be directly oppressed to death.

This is also the main reason why some practitioners do not pay too much attention to magic and continue to pursue the state of cultivation.

Zhang Xuezhou did not expect that when he was fighting with others, he would only play a suppressive role in his cultivation level of entering the Mai Walking Realm.

It’s not that he is too strong, but that his opponent is too weak. Not only is the foundation of his cultivation system zero, but the opponent’s mental state may also have certain problems.

(End of this chapter)
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