As the host reported his name, the two young warriors walked into the ring one after another, and after saluting with fists, they started directly.

There is no referee in the ring, there are not too many restrictions except that you can't kill people, and you can sit in the position of the president no matter what way you use what means you use, as long as you can defeat the opponent and stand to the end.

The first two young martial artists to play were only about seven grades, and their shots were quite fast, which was dazzling, attracting bursts of applause from the audience.

After more than ten minutes of fighting, one of them was physically exhausted, and was kicked out of the ring by his opponent, losing the qualification to continue fighting, but fortunately, the injury was not serious, and he could recover after half a month of recuperation.

The next to go to the ring are all young warriors, and each competition lasts about ten minutes, and some people are kicked or carried out of the ring one after another.

The purpose of their coming to power is not for the chairmanship, but to compete with others through this competition, so unless it is a miss, the attack is generally not too heavy.

In every competition, Wu Gong Cheng has to comment on it, either that this boxing technique is too poor, or that the footwork is weak, as if he has great ability.

It's okay to be cheeky to comment on the strengths and weaknesses of others, the key is that at the beginning of each competition, before people start fighting, he gives the predicted results first.

However, after predicting five or six games in a row, none of them were correct, but he still brazenly used various excuses to cover up his judgment, either saying that people were careless, or saying that the other side had retained its strength before, and he could always justify himself anyway, and his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

Even Xiao Shanhe's thick-skinned people couldn't stand it when they heard it, and they were ashamed of themselves.

After several consecutive competitions, there are no younger generation of martial artists on the field, because the next people who appear on the stage are basically strong people above the eighth grade, and the purpose is to go up to the position of the president, and the weak ones are killing themselves.

The first to take the stage was Yuan Weikang, the owner of the Yangwei Martial Arts Pavilion.

Yangwei Martial Arts Hall is a small martial arts hall, not very famous, although Yuan Weikang has the strength of eight products, but there is absolutely no chance to sit on the chairman's position, the reason why he is the first to take the stage to accept the challenge, is because the stronger the people who play in the evening, so he went up early, and wanted to hold a few more games in the ring, so that he could use this matter to publicize it when the time came, so as to attract more people to practice martial arts in Yangwei Martial Arts Hall.

After Yuan Weikang came to power, Yuanyang, the director of another martial arts hall, also took the stage, and his idea was the same as Yuan Weikang, the purpose was not for the chairman's position, but to show his face more, of course, to find persimmons that were softer than himself to pinch the grid to make it easier to shine.

After all, the further the competition goes, the stronger the strength of the people on the stage, and they have no chance of winning at all.

Both of them were acquaintances, and after a few polite words, they fought together.

Yuan Weikang is good at defense, Ren Yuanyang is good at attacking, and the routines of the two are diametrically opposed, so the scene does not look intense, but it is not as good-looking as the younger generation of martial artists before.

Ren Yuanyang's punches are sharp, the fists are layered and endless, each punch is accurately hit to the same position, and the power of one punch is superimposed, and the power will become greater and greater, reaching a certain level, and will break through the opponent's solid defense.

Yuan Weikang's arms danced in front of him, forming a solid barrier to block Ren Yuanyang's attacks like a dynasty.

His defense is very interesting, not blindly blocking, but while blocking, the opponent's attack is unloaded to the sides of the body, which is quite a taste of four or two thousand pounds, so no matter how sharp Ren Yuanyang's punches are, the strength is basically unloaded by him.

There were not too many bright spots in the battle between the two, and it lasted dullly for more than ten minutes, and Ren Yuanyang thought that he could not break through Yuan Weikang's defense after spending a lot of strength, so he withdrew a few meters back and admitted defeat and stepped down.

Immediately after that, people took the stage to challenge, and after Yuan Weikang supported three games, he finally lost in the hands of a bald head, but although he was defeated, he also achieved the purpose of taking the stage.

Although this bald head is also an eight-grade, it is the pinnacle of the eight-grade, unlike Ren Yuanyang's pseudo-eight-grade, so he broke Yuan Weikang's defense with one punch on the stage, forcing Yuan Weikang to admit defeat immediately.

The previous competition was just a warm-up, and it was only at this time that the battle for the president began.

After the bald head won Yuan Weikang, no one came to the stage again, he looked around for a week, and said loudly: "Lu Hansheng, if you don't appear on the stage, the position of president will belong to me." ”

"Hong Bingtian, I originally wanted you to be glorious for a while, but since you want to step down early, then I will fulfill you. ”

An elegant man stood up in the audience, jumped up, his feet were like dragonflies, stepped on the shoulders of the audience and flew towards the ring below, his body fluttering like a hero in martial arts, very stylish, causing bursts of applause.

The two were not polite, they started fighting as soon as they came up, anyway, they were very familiar with each other, and they basically knew what the strength of the other party was, so there was nothing polite to be polite.

If the previous competition can be called fierce, then the battle between Lu Hansheng and Hong Bingtian can be described as super intense.

Because the strength of the two is comparable, and they don't have too many scruples to shoot, they basically try their best to attack, so the scene is extremely good-looking, and the moves of opening and closing are amazing and exciting.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Many people only saw the figures of the two people flying in the ring, and there was a continuous collision sound in their ears, but they couldn't see how many moves the two had played, let alone who had the advantage and who was down.

"Brother Wu, do you think any of them will win?" the beauty asked with a smile while holding Wu Gongcheng's arm.

"Of course it's Hong Bingtian, you see how fast his attacks are. Wu Gong Cheng pointed to the ring and said, "Lu Hansheng seems to be able to deal with it easily, but in fact he has no power to fight back, I estimate that he will not last for five minutes." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people in the ring, with another collision, a figure staggered back, failed to stop, and fell into the ring.

It was Hong Bingtian who lost, and Wu Gong Cheng guessed wrong again, and finally showed an embarrassed look on his face.

"Lu Hansheng, I didn't expect you to have a hand left, and I underestimated you. It was Hong Bingtian who lost, rubbing his shoulder with a punch and said coldly.

Lu Hansheng smiled lightly and said, "Accept." ”

After Hong Bingtian was defeated, there were three more martial artists on the stage, but they were all defeated by Lu Hansheng's hands, if no one took the stage, then Lu Hansheng would be the next president.

"Is there anything else to challenge on stage? I count three times, and if no one takes the stage, I will announce that Mr. Lu Hansheng and Mr. Lu will become the next president. The host shouted.

"One. ”

"II. ”

Just as he was about to shout "three", a middle-aged man with rolled trouser legs suddenly stood up from the audience and said loudly, "I'll try." ”