The disciples of the world's No. 1 martial arts hall surrounded in a mess and hurriedly helped Liu Wu up.

This kick kicked Liu Wu into a coma.

"Call an ambulance."

Wu He jumped down from the viewing platform, a little more vigilant against Jiang Ling, he asked himself that he could also defeat Liu Wu in one move, but that would also require excellent timing.

Like Jiang Ling, he was so relaxed, and kicked Liu Wu out of the ring with a random kick, and the judgment, intuition, strength, and skill he showed were all first-class tough.

Such a character will never be nameless.

But he had never heard of Jiang Ling's name.

Three or two steps walked to Liu Wu's side, probing Liu Wu's injury, Wu He shook his head, this blow has already hit Liu Wu hard, even if he is rescued, he will no longer be able to practice martial arts.

"Waste."

Wu He no longer cared about Liu Wu, but turned his head to look at the ring, when the martial arts cultivation reached a realm, it was already difficult for him to find an opponent, and today he was faintly excited when he met an opponent who was evenly matched.

"Withdraw from the ring."

The disciples of the No. 1 Martial Arts Hall in the world don't know why, but the martial artists who have been following Wu He for a long time are a little surprised.

This is Wu He's habit, which means that he will never die, not fall into the ring or admit defeat and let go, only one of the two must live.

Wu He has withdrawn from the ring three times in the past, and all of them have faced strong opponents whose strength is far greater than his own.

But the result was all a victory for Wu He.

After those three times, Wu He hadn't withdrawn from the ring for a long time, so much so that many new disciples didn't know about it.

Several senior martial artists removed the railings of the ring and began to disperse the crowd of onlookers, keeping them farther away from the center.

"Withdrawing from the ring means that I have to be serious, and it is too late for you to admit defeat now."

Jiang Ling sneered and signed the second life and death certificate.

"It's over."

"Dare to fight Wu He, it's just deadly."

Wu He's reputation is out, from the time he came to Binhai, he kept kicking the gym, and he was extremely ruthless, and he provoked a group of enemies, but he can still nourish and live, and he can still stand up to the world's No. 1 brand and become the No. 1 martial arts hall in Binhai, which shows his strength.

Wu He shot and was extremely cruel.

It can be said that none of the duels with Wu He ended up standing, and they were all either dead or disabled.

Martial maniac.

Anyone who has seen Wu He's shot will have this evaluation.

Wu He also signed a life and death certificate.

Listening to the discussion of the people around her, Wan Qianqian was also a little worried, it seemed that this Wu He was not an ordinary martial artist. "Is this Wu He very powerful?"

"Of course, don't say you lost, you haven't even been able to hurt Wu He a little."

"Since he came to the coast, he has never made more than ten moves to fight with people."

"There are already dozens of halls he kicked in, all of them are closed, and they left Huaihai in a gloomy manner, and this time the Songfeng Martial Arts Hall still has to be closed."

Fang Yuanyuan couldn't help but be a little worried: "Don't forget it." ”

"Trust him."

Wan Qianqian has a blind admiration for Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling was rarely serious, Wu He's posture of jumping into the ring was perfect, the greatest saving of physical strength, and it was also convenient to counterattack immediately after landing, this is an opponent with very rich combat experience.

For a moment, everyone on the lookers felt a little out of breath and involuntarily stayed away from the center of the ring.

This is the momentum of the god of war in the Northland.

Wu He faced Jiang Ling directly, and the pressure he was under the most, as if a huge pendulum was beating him down, making him involuntarily want to escape.

This tremendous pressure has fueled his competitive spirit.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ling gave a rare compliment, it was not easy to get his approval, Wu He was proud enough even if he died.

Being able to maintain his normal state under his pressure deserves this praise.

"Hmph, you're not bad, better than that trash."

Wu He lowered his voice, like an enraged beast, he had never been under such pressure.

The referee stood far away and made a starting sound.

The two did not immediately come closer.

Jiang Ling casually approached forward, and with each step forward, Wu He felt that the pressure on himself increased.

Out of breath.

Finally, this pressure forced him to go crazy, and rushed forward with a roar.

Wu He did not lose his mind, and the first punch still maintained a tentative position, leaving five points of strength, ready to deal with Jiang Ling's counterattack.

Jiang Ling retreated directly and dodged the blow.

A punch was swung into the air, Wu He suddenly had a feeling of suffocation, fortunately, he still had five points of strength, so as not to cause a backlash, one blow failed, Wu He continued to pursue, and the second punch was dodged by Jiang Ling again.

"Scared, don't dare to go head-on?"

"Sure enough, it's not Wu He's opponent."

"Want to stall?"

Seeing Jiang Ling dodge Wu He's attacks several times, the onlookers below began to sneer.

Jiang Ling kicked Liu Wu out of the ring with one kick just now, which made them all a little surprised and frightened, after all, Liu Wu was already the second strongest person in the world's first martial arts hall, and such a character didn't hold up a single move, and was directly knocked out of the ring.

That's an amazing amount of strength.

"I think I was lucky."

"Yes, Liu Wu underestimated the enemy, so Jiang Ling picked up the loophole."

"I'm stupid now."

"Hmph, dare to come to the gym and see how he dies."

Looking off the court, Wu He had the advantage, but only the two people in the field knew the truth about the two sides.

Wu He panted slightly, in the series of pursuits just now, he didn't even touch a corner of Jiang Ling, every time it seemed to be close, but he was easily dodged by the other party.

It was as if I was being teased.

Thinking of this, Wu He felt even more angry.

When has he been humiliated like this, he must double the other party's repayment.

Jiang Ling flickered and moved on the field, actually using Wu He to train his own prediction ability, after all, the master competition can only be divided within one or two moves, Wu He's evaluation in his eyes is between the grandmaster and the ordinary master, over time, Wu He has a chance to be promoted to the grandmaster.

However, there is no longer a chance.

Jiang Ling calmly observed Wu He's body movements, under normal circumstances, ordinary martial artists must exert their strength if they want to be lucky, whether it is yin energy or yang energy, they all rely on their limbs.

And he has reached the realm of qi, he is no longer confined to this, and he can exert his strength as he wants, which is also the reason why Wu He is difficult to predict his movements, and he knows Wu He's movements well.

As long as Wu He did not break through to the realm of qi, he could not be his opponent.

It's a world of difference.

As long as Jiang Ling was willing, Wu He couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

Just like now, Wu He's fierce attacks were all in the air, and even the people outside the court cut out something wrong.

"Why don't you fight."

"What kind of ability to hide all the time."

"Coercion, waste."

The disciples of the No. 1 Martial Arts Hall in the world all had some bad premonitions, and in Wu He's past experience, there had never been more than ten moves in battle.

And today, I made more than 20 moves, but I couldn't touch my opponent.

This is not an opponent of the level at all.