boyutpedia Chapter 174 A Fist-to-Flesh Fight
Chapter 174 A Fist-to-Flesh Fight
Unlike Mengyao and the other three beauties, Ma Zhan looked a little lonely.
Looking at their laughing faces, Ma Zhan recalled the time when he went out to play with his classmates when he was in college in his previous life.
At that age, all I had was a yearning for beauty, beautiful things, and beautiful people.
"I can't go back, I can never go back..."
Since setting out from Qingshui County, Ma Zhan has spent the most relaxing days in Luozhou City.
Ma Zhongtong deliberately relaxed his discipline on Ma Zhan, and no one knew where he went to have fun.
Apart from getting up early to practice every day, he spent the rest of his time being taken around and eating by Mengyao and Sanmei.
Finally, the final round of the Baiquan Dongtian qualification selection began.
Ma Zhan looked at the competition venue and thought of the Roman Colosseum and the American TV series Spartacus.
"Did the person who designed this place also travel through time?"
After entering the arena, Chun Xiaoman and Ma Zhan sat in the front seats.
Ma Zhan complained in his heart, "This spendthrift woman, how much did the front row tickets cost?"
The venue is divided into five areas, each about twenty square meters.
The Luozhou Duwei announced the rules of the competition.
Participants in the competition must wear a soul-locking ring.
No weapons of any kind may be used during the competition.
In a duel, the one who leaves the arena loses, the one who falls to the ground and cannot get up loses, or the one who voluntarily admits defeat loses.
Fists and feet have no eyes, and the contestants are responsible for their own life and death.
After drawing the lots, Ma Zhan took lot number 15 and returned to Meng Yao.
The first wave of ten contestants came on stage. They entered their respective venues, introduced themselves, and with the shout of "The competition begins", they started fighting each other.
In such a competition, warriors have an absolute advantage.
Of course, most of those who can pass the first two rounds of selection and compete are also warriors.
This kind of competition that relies entirely on physical strength and flesh-to-flesh punches is indeed more likely to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience.
Ma Zhan looked at the scene at venue No. 3 and his face twitched.
The young man in a blue robe ruthlessly cut off his opponent's neck with his hand knife.
"Site No. 3, Bohai Yu Shansheng"
"Damn it, he's really taking matters into his own hands."
"Site No. 5, Shuzhong Tang Anru wins"
. . . . . .
The first round of competitions ended, and two people had already died in the five venues.
By doing this, isn’t the Luozhou government afraid of being in trouble?
The second round of competition is about to begin, and Ma Zhan has to go to the waiting area.
While waiting in the wings, an officer came to Ma Zhan with a tray.
On it was a pair of bracelets and a life or death statement.
"Sign the life and death agreement and wear the bracelet. If you don't sign the life and death agreement, it will be regarded as a waiver."
Ma Zhan signed his name and put on the bracelet.
'No wonder Luozhou dared to do this. The death certificate was stamped with the national seal of Liang State.
To cause trouble to Luozhou is equivalent to causing trouble to Liang State.
This bracelet should be the soul-locking ring. Once you put it on, the true energy in your dantian will be like a tiger locked in a cage.
Ma Zhan looked at the array patterns on it carefully, thinking of finding an opportunity to take a pair away and let Meng Yao study them.
"The third group of contestants, take your positions."
Ten contestants, including Ma Zhan, entered the arena one after another, just like the gladiators in the movies.
"Mr., you are mighty, Mr., you are mighty..."
"Tiger, Tiger, mighty, mighty, mighty..."
"Little Tiger, so mighty..."
Ma Zhan remained calm and glanced at those standing in the stands.
Chun Xiaoman stood there, dancing and shouting. Mengyao was pulled along shyly by Chun Xiaoman. Guo Shanfeng also stood aside, shouting happily.
'Stop shouting, it's so damn embarrassing.'
Ma Zhan pretended not to know them and quickly walked to venue number five.
"Jinling Da Ximu"
"Qingshuimahu"
The opponent was a slightly feminine man in white. Judging from the way he saluted with his fists clasped in an elegant manner, he didn't look like a warrior at all.
As the fight began, Ma Zhan made a simple boxing stance and tentatively moved towards his opponent.
Da Ximu exerted force with his legs and leaped forward. He slightly spread the four fingers of his right hand, opened his palm slightly, and struck Ma Zhan in the face with a relaxed posture.
Ma Zhan slightly raised his left shoulder to protect his master's chin, protected his master's face with his left arm, and gathered strength with his right hand to prepare for the attack.
As soon as Da Xi Mu's right hand touched Ma Zhan's left arm, his entire right arm was like a soft rope, wrapping around Ma Zhan's left arm and moving forward.
"Pa~" A palm slapped Ma Zhan on the face.
If Ma Zhan had not dodged in time, his eyes would have been covered by Da Ximu.
Ma Zhan was stunned by the slap.
"What's going on, Silk Hands?"
Chun Xiaoman and others in the stands saw the red fingerprints on Ma Zhan's face, and they instantly fell silent, sat down quietly, and concentrated on watching the competition.
That kid who got slapped has nothing to do with us.
Da Ximu succeeded in his attack and continued to attack.
Ma Zhan held his stance unchanged, his eyes fixed on Da Xi Mu's strange arms.
Just as Da Ximu's right arm once again went around Ma Zhan's left arm and was about to grab Ma Zhan's throat.
He felt his right leg go soft and his center of gravity shift, and his right hand grabbed Ma Zhan's left shoulder.
Ma Zhan twisted his body to the left, and his right fist just hooked horizontally and "bang" hit Da Ximu's temple.
Then push off the ground with your left foot, twist your hips, and lift your left shoulder upwards.
"Bang~" He hooked his left fist and hit Da Ximu's cheekbone, knocking him out.
Da Ximu fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Da Ximu, with a broken cheekbone and a dizzy head, found that he had no strength in his right leg.
Just now, when Da Xi Mu was about to grab Ma Zhan's throat, Ma Zhan kicked Da Xi Mu's knee in advance.
Du Wei, who was standing on the rostrum, saw Da Ximu fall to the ground and immediately made an announcement.
"Spot number five, careless wins."
The cheers from the stands, led by Chun Xiaoman, rang out again.
Ma Zhan ignored these two-faced guys. He walked up to Da Ximu and said:
"I received a severe blow to the temple and a broken cheekbone. My knee is not seriously injured and will be fine after a few days of rest."
Da Ximu clasped his fists in thanks, and Ma Zhan continued to ask:
"Your moves are quite strange. Are they original creations or inherited from your family?"
The injury on his cheekbone made Da Ximu's face twitch slightly. He said ashamedly:
“My family has it that stream water can wrap around your hands and you can get through any crack.
I am not very good at learning, please forgive me for laughing at you, brother."
Ma Zhan returned to the stands and slapped Chun Xiaoman lightly on the back of her head.
"Sir, why did you hit me?"
Looking at Chun Xiaoman's innocent big eyes blinking and her face full of pity, Ma Zhan's mood of blaming her suddenly disappeared.
"Look, there's a fly on your head."
Only after personally participating in the competition did Ma Zhan realize that this kind of competition without rules and restrictions was really different from the arena competitions in his previous life, and people could die.
"The stream is like a silken hand. If you don't dodge quickly, your eyes will be ruined."
Contestants came on stage one after another, and the competitions ended one after another.
Ma Zhan looked at the contestants who were either dead or disabled.
He found that his duel with Da Ximu was the most harmonious, at least there was no bloodshed.