The first few games were lacklustre, and the people who fought on the court were ordinary people, with unorganized punches and feet, no fighting skills, and all relied on brute force to take down the opponent.

Those who lose don't want to be beaten to death by their opponents, and when they feel like they're about to lose, they surrender in time.

In the fifth ring match, there was a boxer from T country and a Chinese martial artist, these two people just broke out in a burst of enthusiastic shouts on the stage, these rich second generations bet on these two people are almost the same, a rare 1 to 1 situation, but in this game.

"Who do you think will win?" Ye Ling was very interested in these two players who had practiced martial arts, because he couldn't see which of the two had a greater probability of winning, so he asked Yi Chen and the two next to him.

Li Wenjun also seemed to be very interested in these two players, and after carefully taking a look at the two players on the stage, he looked at the two players while pondering.

Yi Chen was unmoved, watching quietly without saying a word.

Li Wenjun touched his chin and pondered for a while, and said slowly:

"The fighter was not supposed to be learning Muay Thai, he had multiple scars on his limbs, these scars looked like they were fallen, but they were actually left by a scalpel, and anyone who has been injured can see at a glance where the wounds on his body came from. ”

As he spoke, Li Wenjun's brows suddenly furrowed:

"I remember that the boxers of country T have some secret techniques, which can make the bones of the person who practices boxing indestructible, and the hardness of the muscles will also increase, if you think about it, the bones and muscles are so hard, as long as the opponent's strength is not more than twice his own, or the opponent can't break his neck, he can slowly wear down the opponent with his extraordinary physical strength. ”

Li Wenjun stopped, frowning as if thinking about something.

Because Li Wenjun didn't speak for a long time, Ye Ling couldn't help but ask, "What secret technique?"

"There are many types of this mystic, and each type has different effects, but each of them suffers a great deal of pain and does not provide much effect, so few people use it. ”

"Of course, there are people who crave power, they are strong enough to withstand the pain of the arcane, and this Muay Thai fighter in the ring should be that kind of person. ”

Li Wenjun explained patiently.

Ye Ling was about to break the casserole and ask to the end, but the whistle of the start of the game sounded on the stage, and Li Wenjun's eyes also left him and moved to the ring.

He closed his mouth in amusement and quietly watched the game on the stage.

Ye Ling looked at the fighter from T country with interest, his skin was dark, and although his figure was strong, he was not as big as the men in suits in the audience, giving people a very light feeling.

The T country fighter was very vocal and there was a round of applause from the audience before the bout even began.

The martial artist didn't have a lot of voice, and there were very few people who supported him.

But why is the situation 1 to 1?

Because the two big bosses of the VIP box placed nearly one million bets on this martial artist on a whim, many people who bet on martial artists are following the trend, because they think that these two big bosses may have some inside information, so they will have so much confidence.

Straight to the point.

As soon as the bout began, the fighter lunged at the martial artist, jumping up with both legs and slamming the whip leg at the martial artist, a move that was not only superficially majestic, but also powerful.

This whip kick is inevitable for martial artists, both in terms of timing and angle.

When everyone thought that the martial artist was going to take this whip leg, the martial artist in the white tunic moved his body and tilted his body slightly, and everyone present could see that no matter how much the martial artist leaned, this whip leg would kick him.

The martial artist quickly raised his hands and expertly pressed his palms on the soles of the fighters' feet, and then resisted the impact of the puncher's whip with his other hand.

When the time was right, the martial artist pressed the palm on the sole of the boxer's feet and pushed violently, and the boxer, who weighed one hundred and eighty pounds, was pushed upside down by the thin martial artist, and finally fell into the ring under the shocked eyes of everyone.

"This..."

Those who supported the fighter were staring at him in surprise.

Even Ye Ling felt the slightest surprise, although he saw the whole process, he never imagined that this martial artist with such a thin figure could exert so much strength.

"What's going on?" Ye Ling asked Li Wenjun next to him.

"It's Tai Chi. Li Wenjun only spit out these three words.

"Tai Chi?" Ye Ling wondered.

Li Wenjun explained:

"This martial artist should have practiced some aggressive Tai Chi Kung Fu, and that move just now is to overcome rigidity with softness and use strength to fight. ”

"The boxer from country T kicked out the whip leg and fell to the martial artist in the form of a fall, even if the martial artist bent down to avoid the whip leg, he would still be pressed by the falling boxer, and it was too late to jump away and dodge, so he could only be tough. ”

"Because the opponent's attack was fierce, he knew that he couldn't completely avoid it with his own strength, so he used external forces..."

Speaking of this, Li Wenjun frowned again and thought deeply.

After waiting for a while, Ye Ling couldn't help but ask:

"What kind of external force?"

Li Wenjun's brows slowly loosened, and he continued to explain his analysis to Ye Ling:

"I think he probably used one of the most common techniques of Tai Chi... Overcoming Rigidity with Softness, he first parried the fighter's attack, and then when the fighter fell to a certain position, his hand on the sole of the fighter's feet was bent almost as much, so that he let the fighter passively give him time to recharge, and when the time was right, he pushed with all his might, and the fighter was inadvertently hit. ”

Although he was very ignorant, Ye Ling still heard a general meaning, so he nodded and muttered:

"I see..."

The eyes of the two returned to the ring again.

At this time, the competition has reached a fever pitch, and the two players on the stage are already out of breath, and the two decide to decide the winner with one move, so they run towards each other.

The distance between the two gradually narrowed, and finally the two passed by, and everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and they didn't know what they had missed, and the martial artist from country T fell to the ground.

The winner is the martial artist...

All the games in the first half are over, those who win can enter the second half of the game, and those who are eliminated are dragged out of the field by the men in suits, the boss of this company has a conscience and knows to help them call an ambulance, but I don't know if the medical expenses are out...

"I'm sure these winners aren't a strong opponent for you, right?" Yi Chen asked.

After watching all the games in the first half, Ye Ling also had a vague understanding of these players, what moves the other party would make, and what his own strength would be, he had already guessed, in short, that is, these people couldn't beat him.

Ye Ling said with great confidence:

"It's easy for me to beat these people, no matter how I say that I am a spirit disciple, how can I be put down by ordinary people?"

Subsequently, Yi Chen, who was familiar with the terrain, brought Ye Ling to the door of the registration office, because of his identity, Yi Chen just waited outside the door and did not follow Ye Ling in.

After entering the door, the middle-aged man from the Mediterranean sitting at the desk looked at Ye Ling.

The middle-aged man looked around at Ye Ling, and after seeing Ye Ling's weak figure, his eyes were suddenly full of disdain.

Ye Ling ignored his gaze, walked over and said directly:

"I want to sign up. ”

Since middle-aged people don't give themselves a good look, why should they give him a good face?

Ye Ling thought so.

"Sorry, the slots are full. The middle-aged man lowered his head and registered the registration form, ignoring Ye Ling in front of him.

The middle-aged man's unceremonious attitude made Ye Ling's brows gradually furrow, and he repeated:

"I want to sign up. ”

The middle-aged man still lowered his head as if he hadn't heard.

Although Ye Ling was angry, because of the task on his body, he could only swallow his anger and continue to repeat this sentence in front of the middle-aged man.

After a few times, the middle-aged man finally couldn't help but scold:

"Damn, I said the quota was full, you can't hear or what?"

Ye Ling didn't care, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he said without a smile:

"You have a total of 20 places in the second half of the game, but there are only 18 winners in the first half, and there are still two places left, how can you say that the places are full? ”

The middle-aged man still insisted on his reasoning: "I said that the quota is full, it is full, where do you come from so much nonsense? If you don't leave, I can ask the security guard to blast you out." ”

Ye Ling frowned slightly, a little displeased, but still said calmly: "If you don't let me sign up, you have to give me a reason, right?"

"The reason is that you are not qualified, and playing with your body is also sending you to death, not only can we not make money on you, but we will lose money on you, this kind of thing that wastes time and loses money, a fool will do it. The middle-aged man said untactfully.

Ye Ling wanted to argue with him, but a slightly familiar voice suddenly sounded at the door:

"What are you arguing about?"

Following the voice, Wang Qin was standing at the door looking at the two inside.

Seeing Wang Qin, the middle-aged man immediately showed a flattering smile, and said in a low voice: "Brother Wang, there is a hairy boy here who is looking for death, I asked him to get out and he didn't do it, I was about to call the security guard to bomb him, and you came." ”

Wang Qin ignored the middle-aged man, but looked at Ye Ling, and said with a little joy:

"You're the one who saved me on the plane before, right? I said how can I feel so familiar when I see you, it turns out that your buddy treats me kindly!"

Ye Ling has no grievances with Wang Qin, so he easily turned Wang Qin's role into his friend.

"It's okay, it's okay. Ye Ling scratched the back of his head and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Didn't you see me just now, why didn't you come and say hello to me?" asked Wang Qin.

Ye Ling's mind was running fast, and he immediately came up with a reasonable reason:

"Didn't I see that there are some businessmen with heads and faces next to you, I was afraid that you would disturb you when you talked about business, so I thought about waiting for a while to look for you, who knows where the people who can't find you will be later. ”

"That's right. ”

Wang Qin didn't care, and still smiled: "Do you want to go on stage to fight?"