In the ring, the countdown began.

The countdown to the knockout round was as long as a minute, Xin Xiao didn't speak, but just used telepathy to probe Zhuo Qiuping, and immediately noticed a faint chill on the other party's body, which is a characteristic that only the Force has cultivated to a high-level samurai.

His mind raced as he thought about what to do.

The Frozen Samurai is characterized by control and invasion, and the Frozen Force has the most difficult characteristics to resist and defend, using cold air to invade during battle, which can freeze the opponent's whole body, slow it down, or even freeze it completely in place.

Of course, high-level samurai can't release the Force, can't exert all the characteristics of the Frozen Force, and can't achieve the effect of freezing people in the air, but the strength already contains a trace of chill, which can be transmitted through fist and foot contact, affecting the opponent's dexterity, and must be guarded against.

Xin Lin quickly had a battle idea, and said secretly: "I want to minimize contact with him, and I can't give him a chance to use a chill invasion." This Zhuo Qiuping's martial arts strength is average, and the only thing that is more troublesome is his speed. Fortunately, the speed of the Frozen Samurai is not outstanding, and he lacks enough acceleration space in the ring, even if he is a high-level samurai, he can't completely crush me in speed, if he can slow down his speed, or if he can't play his speed, it will be easy to fight. ”

Zhuo Qiuping, who was standing opposite, also didn't say a word, his eyes locked on Xin Lone, and he seemed calm on the surface, but an indescribable jealousy burned in his heart.

He became a Force warrior at the age of eighteen, with excellent cultivation talent, he thought he had a great future waiting for him, and he was full of confidence back then, but later because of his mediocre martial arts talent, he hit walls everywhere, and he failed to become a member of the school team when he entered college, let alone participate in the draft. After graduating from college, he simply gave up his martial arts path and devoted almost all his energy to Force cultivation, bent on proving that even if his martial arts talent was not good, his strength was not worse than others!

After twenty years of crazy cultivation, Zhuo Qiuping finally became a high-level samurai, and this time the Star Cup Martial Arts Tournament was an excellent platform for him to prove himself, but he was unfavorable, and he was defeated by another high-level samurai in the selection competition, which made him very annoyed.

Fortunately, losing one game did not affect the promotion, in the knockout round, he swept three intermediate samurai in a row, as long as he won one more game can get a prize of 100,000, it is worth the trip.

It was in this scene that he drew Xin Lonely.

Zhuo Qiuping had watched Xin Lone's game before, and knew that Xin Lone and himself were two completely opposite examples, and at that time he was still thinking about how good it would be if he had Xin Lone's martial arts talent!

However, when Xin Lin stood in front of him, Zhuo Qiuping's thoughts immediately changed. He knew that Xin Lin was not easy to fight, and he was more jealous than envious, he hated Xin Lin for blocking his financial path, and he also hated Xin Lin for having his own unattainable martial arts talent.

When the countdown was almost over, Zhuo Qiuping suddenly opened his mouth and said fiercely: "Hmph, if you are unlucky to hit my hands today, you have to be mentally prepared, I will not show mercy." Through this battle, I want to tell everyone that those who can practice are always better than those who can fight! ”

Xin Lin didn't know where the other party got such a big grievance, and he didn't bother to think about it, who wouldn't say this kind of cruel words, he was used to speaking with strength, and seeing the truth in his hand was the right way.

Zhuo Qiuping saw that Xin Lin had no reaction to his words, as if he didn't hear it, and he was even more furious, and secretly decided to torture Xin Lin fiercely later, and couldn't let him easily admit defeat and leave the ring.

The countdown is over and the dividing line between the rings disappears.

Xin Lin immediately rushed towards Zhuo Qiuping, his idea was to close the distance between him and the opponent, not to give the opponent room to start and accelerate, and then move and dodge within a small range, and go around the guerrilla.

It would have been self-defeating to do so with other samurai, but Xin Lin has a telepathic sense and an extremely delicate and accurate grasp of timing, and he is confident that he can protect himself in hand-to-hand combat.

"What's going on? Is he crazy? ”

All the players and spectators who watched the battle were taken aback when they saw this, they didn't know how Xin Lin could make such a low-level mistake, the gap between the two people's Force cultivation was so big, as long as he was hit, it would be over!

Zhuo Qiuping was also taken aback, and then he was overjoyed, and secretly said that you are looking for death by yourself, and you can't complain about me!

He took a big step forward and threw a heavy punch at Xin Lin in an attempt to make a mark.

There was a boom, and there was a pop in the air.

This punch went straight and straight, and there was nothing fancy, but the strength was far greater than Xin Silence had seen before, and he felt a strong fist wind a few steps away, and there was a slight chill in the wind, which made the temperature around him drop slightly.

"The Force of the high-level samurai is really powerful, but the level of this punch is really not enough, the timing of the punch is too early, and it is not difficult to dodge."

Xin Lian's heart was like lightning, and he had already locked on to Zhuo Qiuping with telepathy, and he did not forget to evaluate the opponent's martial arts strength during the sprint.

Sanquan Eighteen Fights are the most common basic martial arts of the Federation like Jingwu Changquan, but the power of Sanquan Eighteen Fights is smaller, and it is easier to learn, unlike Jingwu Changquan that uses fists, footwork and leg steps to form a complete system of offensive and defensive balance. As its name suggests, it only has eighteen scattered and incoherent fist styles, lacks variation, and belongs to the foundation of the foundation, so even if Zhuo Qiuping practices it to the realm of thoroughness, it is still not very subtle, and Xin Lin can see through his path at a glance.

From this punch, Xin Lin saw through Zhuo Qiuping's true level, and his heart was settled, knowing that his choice was correct.

Suddenly, Xin Lone's feet were a little slower and he made a cross step, his upper body shook from side to side continuously, Zhuo Qiuping's fist was only halfway hit, and he quickly followed to change direction, but Xin Lone's feints were too fast, almost forming a mess, true and false, making it difficult for him to lock at all, and as soon as he hesitated, his fist was a little weaker.

"No matter!"

Zhuo Qiuping simply looked in one direction, regardless of hitting his fist to the end, but at the moment when he was about to hit, he was dodged by Xin Silence, and his fist missed.

Xin Lin moved a step to Zhuo Qiuping's side, and before the opponent had time to regain momentum, he punched like lightning, and hit him in the ribs with a punch. With a bang, there was a violent shock force from the fist, Xin Lin felt a coldness, and Zhuo Qiuping was only knocked back half a step, and there was no pain on his face, this punch did not cause him substantial damage.

"The physical fitness of the high-level samurai is too strong, the resistance ability is amazing, I used seventy percent of the strength of this punch, if it was an intermediate samurai, he would definitely be injured, but he was as good as if he was fine."

Xin Lin frowned slightly, dodging Zhuo Qiuping's counterattack while thinking about how to break through the opponent's defense.

I have to say that Zhuo Qiuping's martial arts talent is really bad, back and forth will only be a dozen or so loose punches, and the punches made by a strong force are very scary, but no matter how he fights, he can't reach the close silence, every punch is a millimeter difference, and he is about to hit, and in the end he always misses.

In addition to dodging attacks, Xin Lin counterattacked a few times from time to time, Zhuo Qiuping always relied on strong defense to carry it, and Xin Lone's counterattack had little effect.

There was a rumble in the ring, and the sound of breaking the sky did not stop for a second.

The scene was exciting, all the audience watched this scene intently, Xin Xi's speed was obviously not as good as Zhuo Qiuping, but he could always skillfully dodge Zhuo Qiuping's fist at the last moment, which was breathtaking. In their eyes, Xin Lone's approach is like walking a tightrope in the air, dancing on the tip of a knife, always in great danger, and if you are not careful, you will end up seriously injured.

In fact, Xin Lin was not worried about his situation at all, he had already figured out Zhuo Qiuping's path, as long as he was willing, it was impossible to be hit by Zhuo Qiuping for an hour.

A minute passed, Zhuo Qiuping couldn't even touch a single hair of Xin Lone, his heart became impatient, and the strength of his fist unconsciously became heavier.

However, what Zhuo Qiuping didn't realize was that his mastery of his own strength was not good in the first place, and increasing his strength made the fist style lose control and lose shape, and he couldn't maintain the connection to the realm, let alone fight until he was silent.

Seeing this, Xin Lin immediately had an idea: "The high-level samurai's physical strength is amazing, I can't overwhelm him, I can only attack a little bit, and repeated strikes will always break through his defenses." ”

Dodging Zhuo Qiuping's fist blow again, Xin Lin dodged around his back, and ninety percent of his strength was concentrated in one punch, slamming heavily into the middle of his back.

Bang!

Zhuo Qiuping was beaten and rushed forward, but the effect was not obvious, he recovered after shaking all over, and quickly turned around to continue to pursue Xin Shi.

"If it weren't for the fact that you didn't want to expose your strength, this punch could seriously injure you!" Xin Lin was not discouraged, he dodged the attack with a wrong step, and went around behind Zhuo Qiuping again, and hit another heavy punch with ninety percent strength, and the position of the hit was exactly the same as the previous punch.

Bang!

Zhuo Qiuping still carried it down.

Bang bang......

When Xin Lin hit the same position several times in a row, Zhuo Qiuping finally realized that something was wrong, and the pain in his back and spine was hot, even with the physical fitness of a high-level samurai, it was a little unbearable to be hit many times in a short period of time.

Zhuo Qiuping's eyes were red, he hadn't hit Xin Shi for so long, he had a premonition that he might lose, but the unwillingness and hatred in his heart were intertwined, which made him almost crazy.

Bang!

A few seconds later, Xin Lin hit Zhuo Qiuping's back again, and under the stimulation of severe pain, Zhuo Qiuping finally lost his mind and shouted, "I'm going to kill you!" ”

"Zhuo Qiuping is decided." The audience immediately shook their heads, and the onlookers cleared that the situation on the field was already very clear.

Zhuo Qiuping fell into a crazy fight, and a set of scattered fists and eighteen punches turned into Wang Baquan in his hands, without any rules to speak of, full of flaws. Xin Lin still maintained absolute calm, and did not rush for quick success because of the imminent victory, his telepathy was fully opened, and he easily flashed Zhuo Qiuping's crazy punch again and again, went around behind him and punched steadily, accurately hitting the same position.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Consecutive punches hit Zhuo Qiuping's back and spine, the martial arts uniform had already been broken, half of his back was exposed to the air, and the flesh and blood in the middle of a fist-sized area were blurred, and he could vaguely see fist prints.

At this time, Zhuo Qiuping was no longer able to carry it hard, every punch of Xin Lin could make him suffer severe pain, the punch force penetrated into the internal organs, and he suffered internal injuries inside, one punch was more serious than the other, and under the accumulation of injuries, his movements also became sluggish, and the speed advantage was long gone.

Xin Lian's eyes were full of calm, his subordinates were merciless, and he punched ten percent of his strength!

Bang! Click!

Zhuo Qiuping spurted a mouthful of blood a few meters away, spilling it all over half of the ring, and his body fell to the ground, unable to get up again. His spine was broken, and he turned over with difficulty and pain, staring at the sky with a dull gaze, his eyes lost their brightness, and his breath was like a silk.

Xin Lin stopped his hand and stood still, and there was no trace of fatigue on his face.

At this time, the referee of the knockout round appeared in the ring, glanced at Zhuo Qiuping on the ground, and announced loudly: "Player No. 23993 wins." ”