Cui Bingxuan's unbridled provocative action was like a fuse, completely igniting the anger of all the audience in the audience.
"Damn! This guy is too arrogant. Which hero comes on stage and blows him off!"
"I really don't believe it. There are so many people in Huahai University. Is it possible to make the Korean people domineering and show off?"
"That's right! He dared to hurt our compatriots, so he must pay for it!"
For a while, the crowd was so excited that countless viewers were red with red eyes, and their teeth tickled with hatred.
The medical team next to him hurriedly carried a stretcher and took Zhao Zheng, who had fainted, under the stage for treatment.
At the same time, Gao Hu, the second overall pick of Huahai University, also played.
As the name suggests, Gaohu has a lion-nosed tiger with a tiger's mouth, and his eyes are like bronze bells.
He is a burly figure, wearing a tight black vest, and his exposed arms are thick with ordinary people, his muscles are high and bulging, and he is full of explosive power. At first glance, he is a "strength-type" warrior.
When he was still several meters away from the ring, his right foot slammed on the ground, and with the help of the force of the counter shock, he soared into the sky and jumped to the ring with extraordinary momentum and momentum.
Seeing this way of appearance, the audience applauded.
"Brother, come on, kill this Korean man!"
"Yes, let them go home and eat kimchi!"
The sound of cheering and cheering around did not affect Gao Hu's mood.
His eyes looked straight at Cui Bingxuan, his face extremely solemn.
Before Gao Hu and Zhao Zheng had discussed each other, the strength of the two was equal.
But just now, Zhao Zheng was defeated by Cui Bingxuan in an instant, which made Gao Hu a vigilance of 120,000 points and did not dare to be negligent.
At this time, Cui Bingxuan hooked his finger towards Gao Hu and said proudly:
"Weak Chinese kid, come here! Otherwise, once I do it, you won't have any chance to make a move!"
As soon as this remark came out, Gao Hu rushed into the crown and resorted to strong vajra hands.
The vigorous vajra hand is one of the 72 stunts of Shaolin Temple. It is extremely fierce. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "the vigorous vajra hand, the art will become the world".
However, vigorous vajra hands are not only an external skill, but also a corresponding internal training method.
But this kind of mental method is the secret of Shaolin Temple, and only true disciples of this school can practice it.
A lay disciple like Gao Hu only practiced foreign kung fu, so he can split several red bricks with a random blow, place them on human flesh, and break them at every turn.
Now, he abandoned the complicated and fancy moves and poured all his strength into his fist. The fist cut through the sky like a cast of copper and iron, and smashed toward Cui Bingxuan as fast as thunder.
In the audience, all the audience opened their eyes wide, without blinking, holding their breath.
Everyone prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that Gao Hu could defeat the enemy with one punch and show off the heroic power of Chinese warriors!
...
However, in the face of this powerful punch, Cui Bingxuan turned a blind eye, with a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't put it in his eyes at all.
When Gao Hu's fist was less than one meter away from him, Cui Bingxuan finally moved.
He saw his right leg retreat suddenly, pulling away his horse stance, his whole body was like a tight long bow, and then his right leg kicked forward again, like an arrow from the string.
"Stab!"
The sound of sonic boom resounded throughout the audience.
"not good!"
Feeling the power of this foot, Gao Hu's face changed drastically, and his hair was erected, a strong ominous premonition surged into his heart.
Years of fighting instinct told him that if he didn't avoid this kick, he would be hit hard.
But such a short distance couldn't allow him to make any changes, so he could only bite the bullet and face the difficulties.
"Peng!"
With one punch and one kick, they collided in mid-air, and the dull collision sound exploded like a muffled thunder in the arena.
At the next moment, Gao Hu flew upside down seven or eight meters like a kite with a broken line, and then fell to the ground with a "Peng" sound.
Looking intently, the skin of his right fist was open and bloody, and the bones of his hand showed a strange twist, and he did not know how many broken.
With such a serious injury, it takes at least half a year of recuperation to recover.
On the other hand, Cui Bingxuan slowly retracted his feet, following a okay person, calmly, as if effortlessly.
...
For a while, the audience was silent, the needle dropped, and there was deathly silence.
You know, they had high hopes for Gao Hu before.
Unexpectedly, now, with just one face-to-face time, everyone had no time to react and Gao Hu was defeated.
In this way, the Huahai University team lost two generals, and Cui Bingxuan did not seem to consume much energy.
According to the competition system, the situation is not optimistic.
If Cui Bingxuan really defeated the entire Huahai University team by one person, it would be a great shame, everyone just bought a piece of tofu and killed him!
Invisible, an indescribable sadness spread across the court.
The faces of almost all the audience had a smile, and their expressions were extremely solemn.
In this depressed atmosphere, Lin Feng, the third player of Huahai University, walked onto the stage holding a long knife.
The kung fu inherited by Lin Feng's family is the Bagua Knife of the Bagua Gate. The knife is four feet and two inches long. Generally, the knife is longer and heavier.
Once you reach the realm of Dacheng, you see the sword walking, but no pedestrians. With the ups and downs of the footwork, the left and right turns of the bodywork, it is continuous and endless, like a dragon, like a flying phoenix.
At this moment, Lin Feng was under tremendous pressure. Before he started fighting, his palms were already sweating.
And Cui Bingxuan still looks arrogant and disdainful: "Cut! Brat, do you think you can defeat this uncle with a weapon? Just let it go!"
"Huh!"
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and burst out an angry shout, then lifted the knife forward and displayed the "Eight Ways of Night Fighting". In a flash, he chopped more than ten knives, or chopped, swiped, wiped, spread, or cut...
The polished knife light shrouded Cui Bingxuan from all directions, as if to chop him into pieces.
In the face of such a knife net, even Cui Bingxuan did not dare to use his physical body to dodge outwards with his flexible body.
Lin Feng won the power and didn't forgive anyone. Where would he be willing to let him escape, brandishing a long knife like gangrene attached to bones, chasing Cui Bingxuan and hacking.
One person chased and the other hid, and for a time Lin Feng had the upper hand.
Seeing this scene, the eyes of many audience members brightened and shouted emotionally:
"Brother, come on, hack this turtle grandson to death!"
"Huh... he dared to hurt our compatriots and let him go back with a lame arm!"
"That's right! Look at him, dare to be so arrogant in the future!"
...
However, the chase between the two sides lasted for five or six minutes.
Cui Bingxuan is like a flexible loach, which can withstand the attack of a long knife every time without being hit.
On the other side, Lin Feng's speed with which the sword was released was significantly slower than before. His whole body was soaked with sweat, and he was panting heavily.
Cui Bingxuan was using his bare hands, but he wielded a heavy sword, and his physical exertion was much greater.
He understood that Cui Bingxuan didn't want to go head-to-head with him and fight a war of attrition. When he was completely exhausted, he was defeated.
Can't go on like this!
Must fight quickly!
Thinking of this, Lin Feng's eyes dazzled, he held the sword in both hands, jumped up suddenly, squeezed all the power in his body, smashed Huashan with his strength, and slashed towards Cui Bingxuan's vest.
But at this time, Cui Bingxuan seemed to have eyes behind his back, anticipating his moves.
The next moment, Cui Bingxuan made a magnificent round kick and kicked Lin Feng's knife-holding wrist with unstoppable power.
"Peng!"
The long knife took off and flew, drawing a graceful parabola in mid-air, and falling to the ground with a "clang".
And Lin Feng, who had lost his weapon, was like a fish on a chopping board, without the power to resist, he was kicked by Cui Bingxuan, and he was immediately defeated!
One wear three!
Cui Bingxuan defeated three players from Huahai University with the help of one person.
In the audience, all the audience's eyes were cracked, their fists were squeezed, and their hearts were filled with shame.
In his home court, being so humiliated by the enemy, as if being slapped severely.
Silent slap, the most painful!
