Chapter 918: Contest!

The first round of the competition officially began, and the four arenas were held simultaneously.
In the first game, it was Zhang Lin's turn.
Fang Lin came to the stage, holding his breath, staring straight ahead, trying not to make himself nervous.
After all, this is the first time he has participated in such a match, and it is also the first time he has faced the enemy.
This is very different from his usual gentle personality.
Mo Yu knew it was him, and looked quite worried in the audience. Zhang Lin asked, "Are you worried?"
It seems very surprised that Zhang Lin is talking to her, when did he come?
"I'm worried that Fang Lin won't get rid of it. Normally he treats people very gently."
With the topic, Mo Yu seemed more natural.
"Joining the Wang team, you will encounter more and more severe encounters like this. Since he has such a personality, why should he come to participate again?"
"You don't know about this. We are not the children of a rich family. We are from poor families. We came here for a high salary. This can greatly improve the situation of the family."
Mo Yudao, however, was outspoken about his family, without the slightest sense of inferiority, on the contrary, he had an infecting power.
"That's it."
Zhang Lin smiled and said, "If you have the ability, you will be successful."
Mo Yu was surprised, why is Zhang Lin so confident?
Reminiscing about the previous Patriarch sent someone to call him, he couldn't help but infer some internal connections.
"Just now...you seem to have gone to see the Patriarch."
Mo Yu didn't know why he would take the initiative to ask this question, "Are you familiar with the Patriarch?"
"How do you say this, are you familiar."
Zhang Lin smiled and said, as for the degree of familiarity, it is naturally the degree of husband and wife. Of course, this must not be told to her.
"What kind of person is the Patriarch?"
Since Mo Yu saw the Patriarch, she has been deeply admired by her. Such a young and beautiful woman turned out to be the Patriarch of the Wang Family and determines the life and death of the Wang Family.
At a young age, he has reached the level that he can't reach.
Zhang Lin looked at her for a long time, as if he could see something, and smiled: "In fact, you can do this too."
"I...I can't do it."
Mo Yu's face was red.
The game on stage started soon.
The opponent rushed out quickly, hitting several jabs one after another, but Fang Lin was only attacking but not defending, like a sandbag.
"Fight! Fang Lin!"
Mo Yu shouted loudly, wishing to go up to replace him.
"Fang Lin should have good martial arts skills."
Zhang Lin asked.
This actually surprised the excited Mo Yu: "How did you know?"
You know, before that, he didn't tell Zhang Lin anything.
"Look at his actions."
Zhang Lin, like a senior person, commented: "He is always in the best position so that his opponent will not be fatal in one blow; he has a solid footwork and strong stepping; his breathing is steady and steady, not because of the current situation. The situation looks flustered."
With that said, Mo Yu instantly looked at this young man with admiration.
She thought that this person came up by the back door, otherwise, how could someone else be ashamed, but he himself was spotless?
But as it looks now, being able to come here is not simple.
Probably much stronger than Fang Lin.
"Then how do you think you can win?"
Mo Yudao, the opponent's offensive was fierce and fierce, and almost mobilized to defend himself. If one defends, he will only lose, and the current situation is not far from defeat.
Zhang Lin said: "Strike the third rib on the left with full force and punch three times to win."
Mo Yu was taken aback for a moment. It was impossible to say it in such detail, right?
But she believed the man inexplicably.
She shouted to the ring: "Fang Lin, don't guard, do you want to lose?"
"If you want to win, hit the opponent's third rib with a heavy punch!"
Fang Lin seemed to have activated the switch, and it was very different from before.
He flashed a punch and quickly leaned in. The opponent who was used to attacking could not have expected him to rush directly, so he did not take any precautions.
With a punch, he slammed the third rib on the left of the man.
The man generally receded after suffering.
The situation reversed immediately.
Fang Lin rallied, then rushed forward with another punch.
The naked fist hit the opponent, making his whole body sway, and Dou Da's sweat was thrown out.
His cheeks became pale as paper.
With the last punch, he completely fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore.
Mo Yu was surprised, this was no more, no less, just three punches.
She looked at Zhang Wanlin, very puzzled: "How did you see it?"
"It's not easy?
This person always intentionally uses his right fist when he punches.
This cannot be ruled out that he is a right-handed, but he is too often, and it is weird.
That means that he was injured somewhere on his left and couldn't move vigorously. "
Mo Yu nodded, "I see.
But how do you infer that he was injured on the third rib? "
The injury is invisible and the performance is not obvious, isn't it strange?
Zhang Wanlin said, "As long as you get used to martial arts training, you will feel that his movements are a little unnatural. As long as you pay a little attention, these unnatural movements all originate from a central point, that is, the ribs.
As for why it is the third root, intuition. "
Mo Yu suddenly realized it.
Fang Lin returned home in a triumphant victory amid the applause of everyone.
As soon as he saw Mo Yu, he shouted: "Mo Yu, you are so amazing, how do you know so clearly."
Mo Yu said, "If only I knew it, this one, he told me."
"Zhang Lin, you are such a god!?"
"No no."
Zhang Lin said modestly: "I just happen to know it."
In the second round it was Mo Yu's turn to play.
She came on stage confidently, with short hair and sassy.
Her opponent was a tall, fat man with a full face and a black cloud tattoo on his arm.
Seeing that it was a petite girl, the fat man was immediately happy and forgotten. Does this make it easy for him to pass.
He laughed loudly: "Beauty, otherwise, let me touch it, I promise not to kill you."
After a fight, the ghost knew how he would wipe the oil.
Anyway, fight with beautiful women, no matter what, there will be no loss.
Mo Yu just looked at him coldly, like a little wolf.
Zhang Lin said: "Her ability should be able to predict the opponent's actions, right?"
This surprised Fang Lin for a while, and looked at Zhang Lin up and down, as if he didn't recognize him.
If he said that the instructions made him think that Zhang Lin is a master of the same class, then now, he really can't guess the strength of this person.
Mo Yu had never shown half of his skills before, how did he see it?
Could it be that his ability is also related to Mo Yu.
"Yes, her strength is this, so I said that she is the most sure of winning."