In ancient times, the images of great athletes, great heroes and mysterious gods coincided in the minds of many, but today, these leading people seem to have returned to the era of passion and glory.

Although it was not early, the event command wanted to end this afternoon's game as soon as possible, but still gave a 10-minute break. And in these 10 minutes, the four "warriors" who will participate in the play-offs will have to apply vegetable jīng oil to their bodies again. And at the moment, they are enjoying heroic treatment. Emily, who originally just thought it was fun, now has an admiring gaze and is not shy to anoint Zuolin. After a little hesitation, Italian volleyball beauty Panpania joined in. Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to be a little curious, rushed up and pinched Zuolin's muscles, as if to confirm that it was indeed human, and then retracted behind Shirley in embarrassment.

Although an afternoon of activity in the cold wind is nothing for a person with a physique like Zuo Lin, the warm oil moisturizes the skin and penetrates into the body, which still makes people feel refreshed. The eager words of encouragement and the envious eyes of the teammates in the team are the best means of motivation.

"Are you ready?" the staff of the event command hurriedly ran in. Seeing Zuo Lin nodding, he relaxed, smiled, and said, "Please appear, hero." ”

When the four finalists entered the venue from their respective lanes, they were greeted not only with modern and reserved applause, but with cheers from wild xìng. Not the organized cheers of cheerleaders or fan clubs, nor the screams of a concert where someone wants to highlight themselves, but as the host reintroduces everyone, thousands of people shout their names together, with their fists waving, again and again......

Subsequently, they stood in the middle of the field. With the remnant sun, four majestic men stepped on the sand that was being sprinkled again, which was different from just now. This time, it was not only the water that was splashed, but also the wet petals of various faces, adding a bit of charm to this masculine atmosphere.

Arnold still had the same unsmiling wooden appearance, and his square jaw seemed more and more rigid. The Alana team sent out the voodoo practitioner, the black man with the explosive head, and the rap star Banga. Baramon's eyes flickered not so much with unruliness as with some kind of cruelty filtered out of murderous intent. And Zuo Lin noticed that Baramon had been painted with scarlet ointment on his forehead, shoulders, arms, back and even legs with various totems, as if he was a savage from the wilderness.

Zuo Lin was shocked. These totems may not be obvious to others, but they are probably used to boost one's own morale and intimidate one's opponents, as these things are supposed to function by anthropologists. However, knowing that there was a member of the "Truth Society" with a quarter of the witch blood in the opposing team, Sadia, Zuo Lin did not dare to underestimate these totem patterns in the slightest. After a few more glances, he saw several effects from these totems that stimulated the human body's potential, suppressed pain, and even promoted madness. The faint smell of witch's blood in the air meant that the ointment had become the best conductor of magic.

Glancing towards Team Balamon's lounge passage. Looking at Sadia, the lead singer of the Nordic black sè rock band who looked proud, Zuo Lin secretly spat on it. No matter how much you want to win, it is useless to use these tricks to strengthen an ordinary person. A druid is a druid after all, and even if he can't show his true strength, it will be a bit of a problem to defeat Barramon now, but he still has absolute confidence.

"Let's try wood. Arnold, as the eldest guy, came up with the first question. At his command, several logs close to 20 centimeters in diameter were sent into the playing field, and Arnold easily lifted the logs, which were extremely heavy after being watered. He showed it to the audience, then pressed down with both hands, pressed his knees against the log, and folded the log into two pieces.

Although some of them are opportunistically suspicious with the help of the impact of their knees, this power is already quite amazing.

Baramon's attention was all on Zuo Lin at the moment, and he knew that the final opponents in this round of playoff must be him and Zuo Lin. Without hesitation, he picked a log and did so. The log broke more crisply, and his expressionless face didn't even show a bit of relief and joy like Arnold had just broken the log, which alone showed how lightly he didn't dare to take it to heart.

Zuo Lin pursed his lips, although he had never liked to play with wood very much, but at this time, he really couldn't help it. I also picked up a log and did it. He could break a log of this thickness like breaking a piece of macaroni, without relying on his knees or anything, but that would be too ostentatious. Then, after a little consideration, Banga retreated, and he abstained and left the venue gloomily.

"Wood isn't fun, try the stone. Balamon said crudely.

A pile of marble slabs was immediately ready. As Baramon blasted it with a punch, a huge piercing immediately appeared in the marble slab. This kind of thing, which can only be seen in action movies, appeared in front of him, and suddenly caused another exclamation.

This time, Arnold retreated. As a former fitness champion, his muscles are very good, but in terms of explosive impact, he is too far behind an indiscriminate fighting champion like Baramon, although he is much better than Barramon in terms of weight as an action star, but there is indeed a gap in body. And, importantly, Arnold is old after all.

Zuo Lin pursed his lips as if he was bored, and turned his hand to signal the staff to install another stone slab on the shelf. Then he slapped it with a palm. The marble slab immediately shattered into small pieces, as if it could be used as a mosaic with a little processing.

Baramon's face changed a little, but it became more fanatical. Encountering such an opponent is something he hasn't encountered in many years.

"What else do you want to try? Zuo Lin smiled and said generously.

And Baramon said the most headache for the event command: "Come and fight." How nice this place is. ”

Zuo Lin shrugged his shoulders and said that he had no objection, and then both of them looked at the host who was standing on the side. The moderator awkwardly asked the two to wait, and the event command needed to consult urgently. Naturally, all this part of the content was blocked by advertisements and not seen by the world's audience, after all, these people on the scene were all relatives and friends and relatively familiar reporters. That doesn't work.

In less than two minutes, the feedback from the command arrived. Gladiatorial fights are allowed. The security supervisor, who has a lot of experience in martial arts, changes into the referee's costume and enters. The flowers placed on the marble columns have been replaced with braziers that are more in line with the current atmosphere. Coupled with some huge bronze mirrors, the lighting problem was finally solved without having to turn on the lights to reveal the modern identity of this arena. And the flickering firelight is much more atmospheric than those high-pressure air lights.

There are not many rules, and the referee must stop immediately and must not make any moves that seriously injure xìng...... In fact, there are no rules for a while. The event headquarters and the chief director immediately posted subtitles on the broadcast screen: "The following content is for children under the age of 16, please watch it under the guidance of their parents." Then, the chief planner and chief director began to pray there together, and nothing happened to this too eye-catching scene.

You didn't see the magical Chinese martial arts that you expected, and you didn't see the wrestling techniques that Balamon used to use in undifferentiated fights. Fists to fists, legs to legs, the two seemed to want to use this savage and primitive way to divide the winner. Only a handful of people can see some clues from the fight between the two who has the advantage.

The same fist hit the body. Baramon's fists landed on the chest and upper arms, where the muscles were full, while Zuolin's blows landed on the shoulders, forearms, and cheeks, which were more painful and more likely to cause damage. Baramon's fist did hit Zuo Lin's head first, but it was Zuo Lin who deliberately ate the punch with his forehead. And when everyone thought that Zuo Lin should be dizzy or even concussive, Zuo Lin calmly blocked the punch that hit him in the jaw, and fought back fiercely, smashing a punch on Baramon's cheek, and the violent volley made Baramon spurt out a mouthful of blood and sprinkle it on the shiny white sand.

See blood...... That's how the atmosphere is ignited. At that moment, it was as if all the spectators present had become the Romans who had enjoyed the life-and-death duels in the gladiatorial arena thousands of years ago, and the inner violence suppressed by modern etiquette and norms exploded in an instant.

Amidst the roaring applause and scolding, the battle between the two continued. I don't know if it's because of this, or if it's inspired by the totem drawn on the body. Barramon became more and more violent. The referee who made a cameo appearance by the security supervisor, because there was too much water disaster, really couldn't figure out what was safe that could cause great damage, and just watched cautiously from the side, ready to pounce on it at any time to separate the two.

Soon, Zuo Lin also saw blood. Baramon's successive sets of fists were like wet towels on his body, hot, although Zuo Lin flashed fast, but this kind of attack with both speed and strength was very uncomfortable as long as it rubbed a little. Zuo Lin's left upper arm and right shoulder were opened.

"Damn, I'll make you ruthless!" Zuo Lin was also secretly annoyed, he had been refraining from fighting in a simple way, restraining his strength and speed, but he let Balamon take advantage.

At this moment, in the eyes of the audience, Chinese kung fu seems to have appeared in another face. Watching Zuo Lin open his fists with dexterous movements, the flashing and moving movements seemed to be as smooth as flowing water, vaguely the style they saw in movies such as "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", but Zuo Lin's movements were not the kind of small and meticulous, but magnificent and full of power. Defend against Baramon's attacks with a dexterous defense mixed with martial arts, but counterattack, attack, and even pursue continuously after gaining the upper hand with pure strength and speed...... Zuo Lin shows as if there is another side of Chinese kung fu, not the dexterity deliberately created in the movie, nor the beauty of performing xìng's martial arts, but the Chinese kung fu full of battles.

Barramon's punches grew weaker and weaker as he smashed his punches into various joints, but his eyes were red and he still wouldn't give up. Until Zuo Lin kicked him in the knee, dodged behind him, stepped on his calves, locked his throat and head with both hands, and with a little force, Zuo Lin was able to break Baramon's neck at this moment.

"Stop! stop...... The game is over!" The referee shouted loudly in horror at this moment, and hurriedly rushed up to hug Zuo Lin and wanted to pull the two apart. The movements of the two of them just now were so fast that he couldn't see clearly when he stood so close, and when the movements of the two solidified, it was already this dangerous appearance.

Zolin let go of Baramon. Barramon fell to the sand, his eyes frustrated and confused, as if he didn't understand how he could have come to be like this. He struggled to stand up and said to Zuo Lin, "Yes, I lost. Then he fell with a bang.

The director finally turned on the lights of the whole audience and focused on Zuo Lin in the center of the venue. The ground where they had fought was dotted with blood, and their bodies, blood, sweat, and plant jīng oil fused together, as if they were some kind of hideous totem. Zuo Lin waved his fist and gestured to the audience to salute. And the audience shouted hoarsely as if they were cheering for a triumphant warrior.

"Perfect!" In this supreme atmosphere, the chief director cut off the live broadcast of today's arena and hung up a two-minute advertisement for everyone to be happy, and then entered the program that summarized the situation tonight.