Chapter 12: : Battle of Wuguan

"You came on time."
Mao Qiangwu looked at the wall clock on the far wall, the hour hand was pointing at nine o'clock.
"When can it start?"
Fang Bai didn't talk nonsense, and asked straightforwardly that his time is precious and he doesn't want to waste entanglement with such a small character.
Mao Qiangwu took a deep look at Fang Bai, and saw that he did not have the tension or excitement before the battle, but a calm and unpredictable appearance, and he felt that this person was secretive.
Taking a deep breath, Mao Qiangwu said with a solemn expression: "You can start now. However, according to the rules of our Chinese martial arts industry, before the competition, we must first sign a contract to declare that we are disability and conceited."
"it is good."
Although Fang Bai didn't understand the rules of the Chinese martial arts world, he nodded.
Mao Qiangwu beckoned and asked people to take the pre-drawn contract and show it to Fang Bai. Then the two signed and pressed their fingerprints, and each kept a copy.
Zhou Dabai took the contract handed by Fang Bai and read it carefully from beginning to end. When he saw the word "disabled" on it, his heart trembled.
It's just that Zhou Dabai understood that at this time, he must not say a little frustrated, otherwise it might affect Fang Bai's fighting spirit and confidence.
By now, a battle between Fang Bai and Mao Qiangwu is inevitable.
If this is the case, then he will watch the battle silently. If Fang Bai is in danger, he will rush to protect him desperately, no matter what, no one can hurt him.
"Fang Bai, come on!"
Zhou Dabai said aloud, slowly retreating to the edge of the martial arts field, clenching his fists tightly.
With Zhou Dabai's withdrawal, the atmosphere in the martial arts training ground in the martial arts hall suddenly became tense.
suddenly--
With a sound of wind, Mao Qiangwu shook off his upper body clothes, revealing a strong body.
The muscles all over his body were tight, and each piece looked like a mass of iron bumps, giving people a strength shock.
"bring it on!"
Mao Qiangwu let out a loud shout, retreated two steps, and pulled out an offensive and defensive posture.
At this moment, a fierce aura suddenly burst out from his body. He was like a hungry wolf, his eyes fixed on Fang Bai, as if he would pounce forward at any time, tearing Fang Bai apart.
Zhou Dabai's heart throbbed.
Although he didn't understand Kung Fu, he saw Mao Qiangwu's momentum and posture, and he knew that this guy was very powerful and difficult to deal with.
Pop pop
As if to give himself strength, Mao Qiangwu's fist suddenly clenched, and his fist bones suddenly made a series of explosions, which were clearly audible in the hall of the martial arts training ground.
Zhou Dabai's face turned pale. He heard that Mao Qiangwu could smash several bricks with one punch. If that fist fell on Fang Bai's thin body, how could he bear it?
"Master, come on!"
"Beat him hard!"
"Let him stand in and crawl out!"
"Our Shenlong Martial Arts Hall is not annoying!"
...
Dozens of martial arts students around were yelling, and before they started, they seemed to have determined that Mao Qiangwu had won.
"Fang Bai, come on!"
Zhou Dabai opened his voice and uttered again to cheer for Fang Bai.
It's just that his voice was too weak after all, and he was immediately suppressed by the yelling of dozens of others.
"It's boring to fight like this, why don't we add some color, what do you think?"
When Mao Qiangwu gained momentum, his whole state reached the peak, and he was ready to fight Fang Bai with all his strength, Fang Bai said suddenly.
"What color?"
Mao Qiangwu was stunned, and the momentum and state he had finally accumulated suddenly weakened, and he could not help but secretly scold his mother.
"If you win, I will give you one hundred thousand yuan; if I win, you will give me one hundred thousand yuan."
Fang Bai grinned, looked at Mao Qiangwu provocatively, and asked, "How about it, do you have the courage to take a gamble?
"I can give you 100,000 yuan at any time, but you, a student, can get so much money?"
Mao Qiangwu in turn questioned Fang Bai.
Fang Bai said solemnly: "I can give you an IOU. In addition, our family is in the suburbs. There are three tiled houses with a large courtyard, which is worth 100,000 yuan."
Zhou Dabai stomped anxiously and shouted: "Fang Bai, are you crazy? Fight as long as you fight, don't bet on money! Just in case..."
Fang Bai interrupted Zhou Dabai's words with a wave, and said to Mao Qiang martially: "How about it, whether you bet or not? I'm not afraid, are you afraid?"
"bet!"
Mao Qiangwu nodded heavily.
For the sake of his reputation and status, he can't show weakness.
In front of his younger brother and dozens of students, he couldn't show weakness.
Although one hundred thousand yuan is quite a lot, for a person with a net worth of over one million yuan, even if he loses, he won't be hurt.
What's more, he still has 100% confidence to win.
When Xia Bai and Mao Qiangwu signed another gambling agreement, declaring that after the competition was over, the loser would pay the winner one hundred thousand yuan.
Mao Qiangwu was not afraid that Fang Bai would fall behind after losing. With his power in Zhongzhou City, it should not be too easy to rectify Fang Bai.
Fang Bai is not even afraid that Mao Qiangwu will not give money if he loses. With his skills and methods, even if Mao Qiangwu evaporates from the world, he will never leave a trace or clue.
Both of them were confident, each holding a signed bet, as if one hundred thousand yuan had already fallen into their pockets, and they laughed at each other in a happy mood.
After Fang Bai handed over the bet to Zhou Dabai, he turned and walked towards Mao Qiangwu step by step.
He changed his previous calmness, peace and gentleness, and every step he took, his momentum increased by one point.
In Mao Qiangwu's eyes, Fang Bai walked out a few steps, and he had transformed from an wailing sheep waiting to be slaughtered into a fierce tiger ready to go.
Under the pressure of Fang Bai's momentum, Mao Qiangwu only felt shocked, and his back started to seep cold sweat.
Without a fight, his heart is already timid and his courage is broken.
The defeat is set!
"At a young age, he has this kind of urgency. Is he a master from the ancient martial arts world?"
When Mao Qiangwu was studying martial arts in Shaolin, a Shaolin monk who taught him Kungfu once said that the kungfu practiced by many people in this world is just embroidered with fists and legs, which is not worth mentioning. The real masters are all from the ancient martial arts world. .
It's just that Guwu masters are usually in seclusion or semi-reclusion, even in secular activities, they are also fascinating, and they are never easy to take action.
It is said that a master of the ancient martial arts world, even the weakest yellow-ranked martial artist, can easily kill a Shaolin outer disciple like him.
For the ancient martial artist, Mao Qiangwu had only heard of it from his master, but had never seen it.
Fang Bai's aura exploded at this moment was several times stronger than when Mao Qiangwu met him outside the gate of Zhongzhou Medical College that day.
Mao Qiangwu had felt this kind of momentum in his master, so he concluded that Fang Bai was also an ancient martial artist.
How can such a master win?
Mao Qiangwu sighed in his heart and wanted to bow his head to admit defeat, but Fang Bai didn't even give him a chance to admit defeat.
"If you can catch my punch, even if you win!"
When he approached to the point where Mao Qiangwu was still ten feet away, Fang Bai suddenly yelled, rushing towards Mao Qiangwu with a gust of wind.
The punch is out before the person arrives.
The man descended from the mountain to pounce with the tiger, his fist brought the sound of tiger roar and thunder, and slammed into Mao Qiangwu's chest like lightning.