Chapter 37: Ruan Yang Zhenren
At this moment, Zhao Junting and Park Wentian were chatting, and on the super sensory big screen above the boxing ring, the information of the two sides in the first round of tonight was displayed.
Black, marked yes, the ability of CC+ in the ontological stage, only to see the photo on the super sensory screen, a thin-faced man, a wisp of goatee under his chin, and the expression of his eyes is extremely fierce, depending on the power to put people to death.
But seeing the thin-faced man on the black side, on the floating platform in mid-air, a turning backflip landed lightly in the center of the ring, and then looked at the audience in the audience, and suddenly cheered like an explosion, chanting the name of the thin-faced man together.
βMTοΌMTοΌMTγβ
Look at it again, on the super sense big screen, there is a message about the opponent, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, his eyes are a little dull on the super sense big screen, but then look at the basic information, it actually writes the ability of the ontology stage BBB.
This scene couldn't help but make Zhao Junting, who was watching in the suite, feel uplifted, and looked at the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian who was sitting on the sofa not far away.
"μ, λ§λ΄λμ, λμλ΄? οΌβ
'The King of Fighters' Park Wentian was made big by the two women, but he didn't expect that now Zhao Junting's eyes looking at him have become more and more strange, which can't help but 'The King of Fighters' Park Wentian felt more depressed in his heart.
"μ΄λ°λ±κΈμλμ΄μκ±°λλ¨κ³μ μΌλ‘μΈμ°λκ²μκ·μΉμμ΄κΈ°λκ²μ΄μλκ°?" οΌβ
Zhao Junting clearly remembered that just now the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian also told himself that the 'boxer' was the same as the division and specific definition of each stage, but the two people competing in the ring were one level apart, which is okay?
"νν,μ΄κ²μμμΉμ΄μλλ€.μ μμμμΈ‘μλνμν보μκΆν¬κΈμ΄λ€.μμλλ5λ¨λλμ§μμΌλ©΄λ¬Έμ κ°μλ€.κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ μλ°©μμ μμ΄λλνκ°μ₯μ λ¬Έμ μΈμ§λ₯μ€λΉλ₯Όνκ°ν κ²μ΄λ©°,μ보μμνλ©΄μ΄λ²μΉλ¦¬μμκΈμμ·¨μλ κ²μ΄λ€.κ·Έλ¬λκ·Έλ€μμ§μ€νκ²½μ§λ₯Όμκ°ν΄λ³Όμμλ€. Boxer's level, as long as there are no more than five small ranks up and down, there is no problem, and the two sides will be evaluated by the most professional smart devices after the battle, and if it is a concealment, the prize money for this victory will be cancelled. So, you can imagine their real realm. οΌβ
'The King of Fighters' Park Wentian's face showed a calm face, his neatly combed beard trembled, and he smiled at Zhao Junting, and explained very politely.
"κ·Έλ°λ°μμν©μ μκ·Έλ€μμ€λ ₯μν μ€νΈνκ³ ννκ²½κΈ°κ°λλκΈ°μ μμ΄λ κ²νλκ±ΈκΉ?(But why not test their true strength before the match, and wait until the match is over?) οΌβ
Zhao Junting understood the rules explained by the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian, to put it bluntly, you can conceal it, but you can't conceal more than five levels, once you exceed it, you won't get a bonus, but this makes Zhao Junting don't understand, so why not just test the level of the 'boxer' before the game.
βλ§μ½κ³΅μμΈ‘μ΄μλ°©μλνμ§μ€μμ€μν μ€νΈννκ³΅κ³ ν΄μλ°©μ΄μν©μ μμ μ΄μν μμκΈ°λλ¬ΈμοΌμ½νμΈ‘μ΄μ§μ 무λμμμμ’μκ·Ήμ곡μ°νκ³ οΌμΉλ¦¬νμͺ½μμμ§μ μμν΄μμ’μλΆμΈ΅μκ°μ Έκ°μΌλ©΄μ’κ² λ€οΌμ΄λ κ²μ기보λ±κ³μΈ΅μλ³΄κ³ νκ³ οΌ κ²½κΈ°μ’ λ£λ±κ³μΈ΅μλ°©λ²μκ±°μνΌν μμκΈ°λλ¬Έμ΄λ€.κ°κΆμμΉλνμλμλ°©μ΄μλλ°©μ΄μ보λ₯Όνλκ²μμκ³ ,,κ·Έλκ΅μν νμκ°μλ€.μΌλ¨μμνλ©΄μλ°©μμ λ ₯μκΈ°μΈμ¬κΆν¬μν©μ΄λμ±λ³΄κΈ°μ’λ€λκ²λλͺ¨λ₯Έλ€ (because, there are too many people who are afraid of playing fake boxing, if, the official test out the true level of both sides, and then announce it, the two sides will contact before the game, the weak side is directly on the stage, play a good show, lose in the ring and it's over, just take away some pre-negotiated layers from the winning side, like now, report the rank yourself, and then, the end of the game to verify the level of the method, almost to avoid the act of playing fake boxing, both sides know that the other party is concealed, then there is no need to contact, once the fight, both sides to use all their strength, the boxing game is better, and maybe some of the boxers play extraordinarily to beat, the opponent who is not weak also exists, all parties involved in the competition, are betting that the other party is fried, go all out to fight, is what the Rose Home Hotel wants to see, but also all the audience want to see)"
The 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian has been in the 'boxer' circle for too long, and he basically has a clear understanding of the thoughts of all parties, so this method of declaring himself in advance and officially verifying it afterwards has killed some fake boxing behaviors.
"κ·Έλ ꡬλ (I see)"
Zhao Junting suddenly realized, and watched the duel between the two 'boxers' in the ring with a hint of joy on his face.
This Black side, MT, claims to be the ability of CC+ in the main stage, but judging from the size and several warm-up moves off the court, this MT concealed at least 3 small ranks.
This opponent, the scar man, reported his ability to be a BBB in the body stage, but Zhao Junting didn't pay attention to it just now, and later found out that there was another sentence behind the scar man's personal introduction, he was a disciple of the Lingxi Sect, and he was still a character with a sect.
"μ½λΏμλ¬Έμ무μ¨λ»μ΄μ£ ? οΌβ
Zhao Junting was puzzled, since this scar man reported his own sect, what is wrong with this scar man with a background? So, he looked at the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentiandao.
"μ¬κΈ°μμμλ¬Έμμ μ§μμλ¬ΈνμλΆκ³Όνλ€.μ°½νμ‘°μ’ μ¬μμμ'κΆν¬'μκ³ μΈμ΄μΈμλ€λ₯Έλ¬Έλ΄μ μλν μλ°μμλ€..보λκ°λμμ μ‘λλ₯Όμ ν μλ°μμλμΌμ΄μλ€.μμμμ΄λ―Έμμλ μ μνμμ λ₯Όνλ€.μ§κΈμμλ¬Έμμ΄λ―Έκ·Έν΄μλͺ μ±μν볡νμ§μμλ€. In addition to the masters of the boxer's family, the other disciples in the door can really only do it, bodyguards and give people the scriptures, but unfortunately, this Ruan Yang Zhenren has traveled west with a crane decades ago, and the current Lingxi Gate is no longer as famous as it was back then. οΌβ
The 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian admired Ruan Yang Zhenren very much, but now that he hung the banner of Lingxi Gate, he sighed leisurely as if he was looking for a fight.
"κ·ΈλΌμμμ§μΈκ³Ό'κΆν©'κ°νκ°λλΆλ³΄λ€λλμμ΅λλ€. οΌβ
Zhao Junting suddenly blurted out a little recklessly, such a sentence depends on believing that it has nothing to do with the 'King of Fighters'.
Seeing this, Lina and Qiao Xin both gasped, they didn't expect this Zhao Junting to be so straightforward, and they all looked at the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian.
"νν, κ·Έκ²μ곡κ°ν μμλλΉλ°μ λλ€.νμ§λ§μ΄λ¦°νμ μμΈμ°μ΄μλλΆκ»λ§μλ릴μμμ΅λλ€.λ°λ‘λΉμ μλμ΄λ³΄μ΄λκ²μ΄κ³ ,λ€μμλΉμ μ€μ€λ‘κΉ¨λ¬μμ΅λλ€. οΌβ
After that, just look at the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian's body, the blue light exploded, and then a trace of Zixia flashed in the blue light, waiting for the Zixia to disappear, and immediately the red light rose, this transformation of the blue and red made Zhao Junting, who was sitting opposite, feel a full sense of oppression, depending on the power of the 'King of Fighters' can shatter the whole room at any time.
Then looked inside the room, there was a person who was exactly the same as the 'King of Fighters' Park Wentian who was transformed by the red light rhyme, and slowly played a set of boxing techniques that didn't seem amazing, and then the 'King of Fighters' eyes were microns, smiled faintly, took back the light charm and the light curtain of the whole body just now, and asked Zhao Junting.
λμμλμ΄?λ§λ΄λμ!(See what's coming?) Brother! οΌβ