Wang Chao almost rolled off the stage.

It's already too tired.

Inner fullness; The six hundred and thirty-nine muscles of the whole body are even more full—the blood is congested, and it is so full that it is about to explode and spicy.

"Don't eat! Don't eat! I won't eat it!"

Wang Chao suppressed the devilish thoughts in his heart.

This thought tempted him, eat, eat the half of the fairy bean left in his pocket...

But is it important to have a qualifying place for the martial arts club, or is it important to have half a fairy bean? This is self-evident.

Wang Chao didn't have high expectations for his unprepared martial arts debut, and he didn't have expectations for whether the mysterious old man would provide fairy beans for free; Therefore, it is better to save fairy beans. What if you accidentally miss an arm or a broken leg in the future? Half a fairy bean can also save his dog's life.

"At least I've gained a lot from this competition. Perhaps, this is the purpose of the old man dragging me to the competition. Usually a person thinks about ghosts crying wolves, or the sky is falling, but it can't be up to... I can see my own sincerity more clearly when I go on stage to fight in person..."

Trying to recover as much physical strength as possible in a short period of time is also a quality that a martial artist should have.

Wang Chao plans to use the standards of martial artists from now on to be strict with himself.

Anyway, it's better than relying on fairy beans after a little breathing, right? If that's the case, then don't compete or fight in the future, everyone will spread their hands, and it's better to compare who has more fairy beans...

Wang Chao was paralyzed by the wall, beating the bulging muscles, kneading here and there, and he still felt a sense of accomplishment.

So many pounds of muscles, replace them with your own life in your previous life, and take your head to practice...

Wang Chao smiled slightly, and began to consciously suppress and diverge his thoughts, he emptied his head and tried to rest and adjust as much as possible.

"You're really amazing!"

Little Mark brought his dad over again.

Why is this kid so tired? Mada frowned and asked in disbelief, "You... It can't really be all the way from Nandu to this island, right? ”

"You're on that liner too?" Wang Chao sat on the ground, knocked his arms and pounded his legs, "Yes, I'm tired." I was almost eaten by a shark, which was so exciting. ”

"It's amazing..."

Little Mark muttered and squatted down, poking his fingers at Wang's super hard calf muscles, he could feel that these muscles were very tight, and when his fingers touched, the muscles would be aroused to beat and twitch uncontrollably, just like a soldier who had not yet recovered from the battlefield, holding a gun to see that everyone was nervous and full of vigilance.

Mada couldn't help but think about a question, what kind of neurosis would be chased by sharks and swim across a bay.

"But why do you have to jump off again when you get on the boat?" The motor asked.

"Because I didn't buy a ticket." Wang Chao replied casually. This person is so annoying, can you still let people rest for a while, see how quiet and well-behaved your son is.

Motor: "......" Are you serious?

Losing to this stunned young stupid boy, he is so unconvinced.

It didn't take long for Wang Chao's next game to begin, and the great monk shouted his name on the stage - he still called his number "player No. 23" when he took the stage in the first game, and after winning two games, the great monk also remembered his name. The little boy who can win the muscular man and the fat pig one after another must be able to impress the great monk of the martial arts temple.

Wang Chao jumped on the stage, clenched his fists like Bruce Lee, shook his arms downward, shook his neck, twisted his ankles, and the whole person moved back and forth with his left and right feet, trying to relax the tense muscles of the whole body.

"Whew—" he closed his eyes and exhaled vigorously.

At this time, the opponent stepped on the wooden steps and walked up, Wang Chao opened his golden eyes, and looked at it, only to see that this time his opponent was a huge and fat guy again.

It's not an animal person, it's a normal human. Like that kind of big fat man who plays sumo, he walks with fat thrown around all over his body.

"Why are there so many fat people?" Wang Chao asked the big monk next to him in a low voice.

The big monk had a good impression of this handsome and polite little brother, and said with a low voice and a smile: "Those who come to the martial arts will not refuse, and there is no standard for participating in the competition, so many people who are not martial artists who are born with great strength will also come to participate..." Wang Chao thought.

However, I'm also a person who is "born strong" and "not a martial artist"! Wang Chao couldn't help but be embarrassed.

"Try to fight with him and delay the time." The great monk whispered and said quickly, and left Wang Chao for a distance.

Wang Chao was stunned for a moment and thought, "This great monk sees that my physical strength is exhausted?" Also, this is a martial arts temple that is qualified to hold the world's first martial arts meeting, and the monks in it should also be proficient in martial arts. The great monk wants me to fight and stall for time, because he wants me to take the opportunity to recover more physical strength... It's kind, too, even though I had intended it that way. ”

The great monk no longer looked at Wang Chao, stood between Wang Chao and the big fat man of sumo wrestling, confirmed left and right, and then announced the start of the game.

"Drink!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Knock knock, the fat sumo in the ring kept roaring, and the bulky body stepped on the ring to make a dull sound.

But Wang Chao is as flexible as a fish in the water, and he is slippery, whether it is the big fat man pounces on him, takes him with both arms, hits him with his shoulders, and sits on his hips... Wang Chao can find opportunities and dodge gaps.

"Good observation!" Offstage, King Chopper was observing, "Obviously, there is no trace of martial arts style in the movements, but the excellent physical fitness has brought him to the present... Moreover, this kid's excellent observation skills allow him to improve his skills in continuous actual combat! ”

Good seedlings, good seedlings. King Choppa even had a hint of regret.

"Stinky boy! Don't hide around! ”

The fat sumo wrestler was panting, and his bare body beyond the crotch cloth was already dripping with beads of sweat, and he looked extremely greasy.

He was confident that as long as he held Wang Chao's little thing, he would definitely be able to use brute force to press this kid to beg for mercy and admit defeat, or simply throw it out of the field, but he couldn't even touch Wang Chao's trouser legs. Wang Chao is small, with outstanding physical fitness, long-lasting stamina, enough explosive power, and excellent insight brought by his sharp eyes, so that he can always save the day.

"I'm not leaving, will you rub me with oil!" Wang Chao said with a smile.

"Bastard! Who do you say is the big fat man? "The fat sumo wrestler hates others to joke about his fat the most, and as soon as he heard Wang Chao laugh at himself like this, he blew up, and he rushed over with a knock knock.

I've figured out your movements!

Wang Chao looked at the behemoth rushing over, and his heart was as quiet as a snow-soaked courtyard.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling of confidence in his heart.

Wang Chao didn't know how a normal martial artist should test his opponent's moves in actual combat, but he really felt that after more than a dozen rounds of blind dodging, he had already figured out the attack habits of the fat sumo wrestler in front of him, the running speed of the opponent rushing over, the angle of the first punch, the way of thinking when subconsciously fighting back, and even the timing of stiffening after a sudden stop...