Most people only know that Xie Jinyuan has cultivated the Tiger Roar Golden Bell Jar and the Dragon Yin Iron Cloth Shirt, but they don't know that he can also use other Shaolin stunts.

Bright Fist!

The magic of Buddhism is created by the Buddha himself.

The Buddhist scriptures say that if you come to raise the golden arm, bend the five wheel fingers, for the bright fist, in the Tiandu Peak to show the might, won the "world's first fist" reputation!

It is rumored that this boxing method is practiced to the extreme, and when punching the enemy, every move and style will shine brightly, just like the gods and Buddhas in the world.

And now, Xie Jinyuan seized the opportunity, made a desperate bet, fought against the water, and injected all his internal strength into this punch.

"Boom!"

For a time, the golden light in the ring was magnificent, which contained a vast, majestic, and grand fist, as if it could envelop the whole world.

In an instant, Sharu's hairs stood on end, and he felt an unprecedented threat of death, knowing that he had been tricked.

"Whoosh!"

Without any hesitation, he made a trade-off and retreated.

As a world-renowned Muay Thai champion, Shalu's reaction is not unpleasant.

However, his momentum just now had already been weakened, like a stalled car, and it was impossible to increase his speed to more than two hundred yards in an instant!

What's more, Xie Jinyuan had a mental calculation or no intention, and he had previously broken his sternum at the cost of this moment.

The master has made a move, and life and death are only in an instant!

"Peng!"

Xie Jinyuan's iron fist, carrying a thousand rays of light, slammed through Shalu's chest.

The light castrated, spreading like a laser cannon, crashing into the transparent light shield at the edge of the ring.

The next moment, a huge hole appeared in Shalu's chest.

The heart and internal organs were all blown out, blood flowed out, and the powerful vitality was instantly decayed.

Sharu looked down at the hole in his chest, his features distorted, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

He couldn't figure out why he hit Xie Jinyuan with hundreds of moves, but it didn't work.

And Xie Jinyuan only used one move to kill himself.

A few seconds later, Shalu's body "plopped" and fell to the ring.

Xie Jinyuan, win!

Seeing this scene, many members of the Chinese delegation in the audience cheered.

"General Ye, as you expected! It didn't take ten moves, Colonel Xie used one move, and he defeated Muay Thai King Shalu!" Qin Zhengyang said excitedly, and he admired Ye Fan in his heart.

In Qin Zhengyang's view, Xie Jinyuan's victory over Shalu with his rich and experienced combat experience was certainly a textbook victory.

However, Ye Fan saw through Xie Jinyuan's plan at a glance, and this eyesight was too terrifying, surpassing most of the strong people present.

The so-called master not only refers to the high level of martial arts, but also the eyesight.

If you face an enemy whose strength is much lower than your own, it's nothing, but if you meet an opponent of equal strength, I'm afraid you will suffer a big loss.

A true master can formulate the most suitable style of play according to the different characteristics of the enemy in battle.

There is no doubt that Ye Fan is that kind of existence.

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In the ring, seeing that the strong enemy was defeated, Xie Jinyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, but he still had palpitations on his face.

His move just now can be described as a reckless move.

If Sharu had been a little more cautious and had not taken the enemy lightly, then he would probably have fallen now.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

Suddenly, Xie Jinyuan coughed dryly, and his body trembled, shaky, and extremely weak.

His sternum was broken, and the heart-rending pain was unimaginable to ordinary people.

What's more, the last move of the Bright Fist had exhausted all his internal strength, and now it was completely by his will so that he would not faint.

Xie Jinyuan gritted his teeth and dragged his stump out of the ring.

As soon as possible, Ye Fan rushed over and hurriedly urged the power of the green dragon to heal him.

After about ten minutes, Xie Jinyuan's face recovered a little blood, and the injuries on his body also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the broken bones in his chest seemed to be slowly growing.

"General Ye, what kind of magical power is this, it's amazing!" Xie Jinyuan exclaimed in surprise, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of joy that could not be concealed.

He originally thought that he had been hit so hard that even if he took the pill, it would take ten days and a half months to recover, but in that case, his hope of winning in the next third round of eliminations would be very slim.

Who knew that now, Ye Fan easily healed his injuries, this method is comparable to Hua Tuo in the world, Bian Que was reborn.

"Huh...... Senior Colonel Xie, I am the leader of this mission, and I am responsible for every member of the team! As long as you have a breath left, I can snatch you back from Lord Yama!"

Ye Fan's voice was full of monstrous confidence, in fact, he also had such a skill.

In addition to the power of the green dragon, he also holds the Doom God Needle, which is equivalent to the "milk ride" in the game, and can infinitely "replenish blood" for other team members.

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Next, the brutal knockout rounds continued.

The members of the Huaxia delegation also appeared one by one.

Qin Zhengyang's Yin Yang Bagua Fist had no effect in the face of Ye Fan, and he couldn't even shake Ye Fan's body.

But in the ring, he performed this magic skill against a strong karate player from Europe.

Every move and every style is natural, strong and powerful, unstoppable, and in front of him, the opponent's moves are simply full of flaws.

Within a few minutes, the karate powerhouse was beaten to admit defeat and beg for mercy.

Tang Long's opponent was a Viking warrior from Northern Europe.

Tang Long's varied and bizarre secret weapon techniques perfectly restrained the opponent's moves, and won the game effortlessly.

Several other Chinese elites, luck is even better,

Either you meet a player who was seriously injured in the first round and win easily.

Either you meet an unseeded player and win after a fierce battle.

After a night of fierce battles, the second round of eliminations has finally ended.

The original scale of thousands of people has been sharply reduced to more than 200.

The Zeus team of the United States, the Atlantean Protoss, and the Tsarist gene warriors, still hold a record of complete victories.

In the Huaxia delegation, only Pei Wu was absent from the game, and the other nine also defeated their opponents.

The remaining places are occupied by other countries.

And there are some small countries, which have even been wiped out, and none of the players have made it to the third round.

Inside Zeus' squad.

Ares looked at the more than two hundred players who had won, looked disdainful, and said disdainfully:

"Cut! A bunch of weak ants are still complacent there, it's ridiculous!"

The other members didn't say anything about Ares' sarcasm.

Because in their eyes, except for the Atlantean Protoss, who can barely be regarded as "opponents", the others are no different from ants.

Even if he is a genetic warrior of the Tsarist State, or a strong man like the "King of Conquest" of the Oil Country, he is nothing more than a stronger ant.

In this world, the gap between geniuses and geniuses is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It's like in Huaxia, a martial arts genius in the secular world, and he can only become a Huangjing Grandmaster after a lifetime of struggle.

The geniuses in the ancient martial arts realm have cultivated to the realm realm, that is, the ceiling, and can barely reach the realm of heaven.

The end point they pursued was just the starting point in the eyes of those supreme heavenly pride of the Hidden World Sect.

And now, these players who come to participate in the martial arts conference on behalf of their own countries in the arena can be described as the most amazing martial arts geniuses in a country, and their strength is undoubted.

However, on the world stage, competing with the strong players of other countries, the gap is as big as the difference between clouds and mud, separated by an insurmountable gap.

It is no exaggeration to say that after getting rid of the Atlantean Protoss, the warriors of all the remaining countries may not be able to defeat the Zeus team.

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After a day and a night of fierce battles, most of the players could not hide their fatigue on their faces.

The eastern sky is bright, and the dawn of dawn is about to break out.

More than 200 players will be drawn in the third round in turn.

This time, Ye Fan drew the number 9, and he will play in the first group again.

In the previous two rounds of elimination, he didn't exert his full strength and easily defeated his opponent, so he didn't care about the order of appearance.

Soon, Ye Fan boarded the No. 9 ring and waited for the arrival of his opponent.

At this moment, in the team of the Atlantean Protoss, there was a tall and slender figure, rising into the air, also towards the No. 9 ring.