There is a junior standard ring in the martial arts training hall of the Qimai Martial Arts Hall, which is not usually used, Xin Lin followed Gao Hang to the ring, and the telepathy spread out, and found that the news that he and Wesley were going to the ring to fight had already spread.

Needless to say, this must have been the work of Liszt or Gao Hang.

"It's all a routine, it's nothing more than forcing me to do something with Wesley, trying to make a name for me." Xin Lin fully confirmed the other party's intentions, he was thinking about not bumping into his hands just now, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come in a blink of an eye.

Xin Lin telepathically glanced at Wesley beside him, and found that he was a little high-spirited, as if he couldn't wait to fight him.

"Poor fellow, when you get to the ring, you don't know who will take whom!"

In the eyes of Liszt, Gao Hang, and Wesley himself, Wesley defeated Xin Lin so easily that he never thought he would lose. And Xin Lone's opinion is the opposite, not to mention that his Jingwu Changquan has reached the realm of refusal, he can already be called a martial artist or a martial artist, even if he stays in the realm of thoroughness, with the telepathy of the prophet's prescience, it is easy to defeat a guy who has just cultivated the Force for less than half a year.

Originally, Xin Lin was very unhappy when he was replaced by a relational and lost his job, but he signed an agreement and got compensation, and he was just a clear man with the martial arts hall, but he didn't expect Liszt to want to step on himself hard, so it's no wonder that he fought back.

Now Xin Lin is thinking about how to defeat Wesley in order to embarrass Liszt who arranged all this to the greatest extent?

When the three of them arrived at the martial arts hall, there were already more than twenty people around the ring, including both employees of the martial arts hall and students who were training.

Everyone whispered, and when their eyes fell on Xin Lian, their eyes showed a little surprise. A teaching assistant who usually has a good relationship with Xin Lin couldn't help but remind him: "Xin Shan, you don't really want to do anything with Wesley, he's a Force Warrior." ”

Xin Lin nodded at him, "I know, Assistant Wesley's hospitality is difficult, and the head coach agrees, so I can't refuse." ”

As soon as these words came out, many people immediately guessed the reason behind this competition, but the head coach Gao Hang was in front of him, and then thought of the curator behind Wesley, they all shook their heads helplessly, and they were more sympathetic to Xin Lin in their hearts.

Wesley was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Xin Lin to almost pick things apart with a word, but this is indeed a fact, irrefutable, he secretly hated it in his heart, and made up his mind to give Xin Lin a profound lesson later.

Finding that everyone's public opinion seemed to be unfavorable to Wesley, Gao Hang frowned, and glanced at Xin Lin coldly, he didn't want to delay any longer, and stood on top of the ring in a flash. He made everyone react at a time, secretly thinking that the head coach was worthy of being a high-level samurai, and his body speed was as fast as a wind.

Showing his hand a little and calming the scene, Gao Hang was very satisfied, and said loudly: "Wesley, Xin Lone, both of you come up." ”

This primary-standard ring is one meter high from the ground, ten meters in length and width, there are no guardrails on all sides, and the ground is cast from a single piece of titanium alloy, which is extremely hard, and each square meter can bear more than a thousand tons of weight, and it is difficult for even high-ranking samurai to leave obvious marks on it.

Wesley deliberately showed off in front of everyone, and he was still seven or eight meters away from the ring, and he took three steps and two steps forward and jumped forward, and a front flip jumped steadily into the ring.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers suddenly became even more optimistic about Xin Lone.

As we all know, the first step of Force cultivation is to condense the Force node in the body, even if only one Force node is condensed, the samurai's physical fitness will take a qualitative leap, and the strength and speed will increase dramatically, leaving the category of ordinary people. Wesley's last step just now jumped at least five meters away, and he looked very relaxed, obviously not exerting all his strength.

On the other hand, Xin Lin actually walked up from the steps of the ring step by step slowly, and fell into a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

At this time, the people in the martial arts training hall all gathered under the ring, and many martial arts hall employees and students who heard the news also came from other places to join in the fun, including Lian Sufei and a few friends.

Lian Sufei and the others came out of the strength room and were about to go home, but they heard that Xin Lin was going to compete with the new assistant coach, and they were taken aback, and hurriedly rushed over, and saw that Xin Lin was really in the ring, and couldn't help but be very anxious.

"Teacher Xin, come down quickly, we don't compete with the Force Warriors." Lian Sufei shouted loudly, attracting everyone's attention at once.

Xin Lin didn't see a little anxiety on his face, but asked, "Su Fei, you are here, did the strength training be completed on time?" ”

Lian Sufei almost didn't die in a hurry, at this time, Xin Lin was still concerned about their strength training. She rolled her eyes, raised her voice a few points, and shouted, "Teacher Xin, did they force you to go to the ring?" ”

She almost revealed the truth in one sentence, and everyone in the martial arts training hall heard it clearly, and everyone looked at each other, secretly thinking: This matter is too unauthentic for the curator.

Wesley in the ring seemed to have been slapped in public, his face was hot, and he felt very embarrassed.

"Little girl, don't talk nonsense." Gao Hang had to play a round, suppressed his doubts, and said loudly: "This is just an ordinary competition, although there is a gap in the strength of the two young people, Wesley and Xin Lian, but both of them have made some achievements in Jingwu Changquan, and fighting each other also helps to improve, and this competition is limited to Jingwu Changquan, meeting friends with martial arts, not hurting lives, not fighting to win or lose." ”

Gao Hang's words are quite level, but when he said the last sentence "don't fight to win or lose", those in the audience who knew what was going on secretly despised Gao Hang, and they were really good at talking about the scene!

Today, all this is to compete for the high and low, so that Wesley can step on the top of the bitter silence!

However, most people have the mentality that watching the excitement is not a big deal, and they don't want to offend Gao Hang, the head coach, in person, so they all pretend to be unreasonable and remain silent.

Only Lian Sufei still wanted to argue, but found that Xin Lin quietly glanced at herself, she was stunned for a moment, she didn't understand what Xin Lin meant, but she didn't speak again.

"I won't say much about the rules of the ring competition, you all know it, so let you play it yourself." After Gao Hang finished speaking, he got out of the ring and retreated to the outermost part of the crowd, and immediately an employee of the martial arts hall brought him a seat.

In the ring, Xin Lin and Wesley stood face to face, the two were five meters apart, Xin Lin was still wearing light casual clothes, while Wesley changed into practice clothes, and the two didn't look like opponents of the same level at all.

However, Xin Lin didn't see any nervousness at all, and stood casually, his body posture was very relaxed, neither attacking nor defending.

Even, he still had time to talk to Lian Sufei and the others in the audience: "Sufei, An Yang, you have been practicing boxing with me for a few months, and you just happened to be present in the martial arts competition today, which can be regarded as fate, so you must watch it carefully next, don't miss it." ”

Lian Sufei was confused when she heard it, she had an idea, and quickly took out her mobile phone and started shooting a video.

Wesley, on the other side, was adjusting his breathing to suppress the previous embarrassment, and he was wondering that Xin Lin didn't seem to know that he was facing the Force Warrior, and at this time he still had the heart to talk to the student, but he saw Xin Lin suddenly asking: "Assistant Wesley, I don't know which line of Force Warrior you are?" ”

Without waiting for Wesley to answer, Xin Lin raised his eyebrows again and said, "Forget it, when I didn't ask, it doesn't matter which line of Force Warriors it is anyway." ”

This completely angered Wesley, an ordinary person dared to be so arrogant in front of the Force Warriors, and there was only one thought left in his mind: I will break a few bones of you and teach you the principles of being a man!

Under the rage, Wesley did not lose his proportion, his body accelerated violently and rushed straight to Xin Lone, with a vertical step under his feet, quickly shortening the distance between the two, and his right fist was punched out from the waist and twisting his arm, starting with a powerful and ferocious "vertical step punch", which hit Xin Lone's façade.

Wesley thought to himself, he had condensed two Force nodes, his speed and strength were much higher than ordinary people, this move was one of the few moves he was most familiar with, Xin Lin definitely couldn't dodge, he could only deal with it with elbows, he fought this one, with his own strength enough to beat him back, and then let himself attack, he could be knocked down in a few moves!

The fist wind was whistling, and even the people in the audience could hear it clearly.

However, Xin Lin still had his hands relaxed, as if he didn't see Wesley's punch coming to his face, as if he was frightened and didn't react at all.

"Can't he even catch a move?"

Before everyone's thoughts fell, they saw Xin Silent casually take a half step back, his head slightly off, and Wesley's right fist slashed past the tip of his nose, only less than a centimeter away.

Wesley was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Xin Lin to dodge it, and it was only a little bit short. He reacted very quickly, swept the horizontal fist, and landed in the empty space again, it turned out that Xin Lin had another side slide under his feet, not only happened to avoid the horizontal fist, but also deceived himself closer.

Wesley was shocked and hurriedly turned and retreated, while his left arm was shielded from his ribs to prevent him from being taken advantage of. However, when he retreated, he realized that it was a false alarm, and Xin Silent stood still, with no intention of pursuing at all.

At this time, there was an uproar in the audience, everyone had practiced Jingwu Changquan, and at a glance recognized that the two blows that Xin Lin had just dodged Wesley were the sliding steps of one of the twelve footwork in Jingwu Changquan.

"Can you still use it like this?"

"Xin Lone's sliding steps don't feel like the same, obviously the speed is not fast, but he can avoid the attack in time, and the timing is too good." Someone could vaguely see some doorways.

Xin Lin still had a calm posture, and even put his hands behind his back, as if an outsider commented: "You can't practice this vertical punch, and when you land on the ground, your front foot is not stable and you punch, resulting in insufficient force on the back foot, and the direction of the punch is too high, and it is difficult to close the momentum if you use too much force." ”

When the onlookers heard Xin Lone's words, they all looked confused, thinking: Is this a martial arts competition in the ring? How can you still have the heart to comment on how well your opponent's boxing is practiced!

Wesley was so irritated that his eyes turned red and he yelled, "Less!" He strode forward, his left leg like a whip flying from the side to Xin Shi's waist.

Just looking at Wesley's move "Whip Leg in the Middle Arc", the air was kicked by him with a muffled sound, which was indeed terrifying, but Xin Lin took an unhurried step back, and he withdrew from the attack range of Whip Leg.

"The leg lift is too low, and the pivot foot is unstable." Xin Lonely retreated, and commented neatly.

"It was too early to close, and the punch power was not at its limit."

"The wrong stance leads to inaccurate punches."

"Jumping too high."

"The move connection is wrong, so the attack stalls."

"The center of gravity is on the high side."

"I didn't have enough force, so I kicked my legs and deformed them."

Sentence after sentence of comments came out of the ring, and everyone in the audience was stunned, almost unable to believe their eyes. They saw Xin Lin go back and forth with several footwork techniques such as sliding steps, cushion steps, small broken steps, and cross steps in the Jingwu Long Fist, as if they were taking a leisurely stroll, easily dodging each of Wesley's attacks.

Wesley looked crazy and had already used all his strength, but no matter how much he struck, he couldn't touch Xin Silence. On the other hand, Xin Lin felt like walking in the ring, calm and relaxed, and he would comment on every trick that Weiss used, and he didn't talk nonsense. There were several senior Force warriors present, who had practiced Jingwu Changquan for many years, and it was natural to see that Xin Lone's comments were to the point, concise and sharp!

However, while dodging attacks in battle, while pointing out the mistakes of opponents, this kind of magical thing has never been heard of before!

"It's crazy!"

"Coach Xin is deeply hidden......"

"What is the realm of his Elite Martial Fist?"

No one can see that Wesley's Elite Martial Arts Long Fist is not at the same level as Xin Lone, and the gap is too big, so big that even he, the Force Warrior, will be disgraced in front of ordinary people.

Gao Hang, who was sitting outside the crowd, had an unusually ugly face, so heavy that he almost dripped water. He didn't expect Xin Lone's Jingwu Changquan realm to be so high at all, this time the curator not only wasted his efforts, but also lifted a stone to shoot himself in the foot, Wesley was afraid that he would not have the face to stay in the martial arts hall in the future.

At this time, Liszt's figure appeared at the door of the martial arts training hall, he was originally in the office to watch the competition through remote monitoring, but things did not develop according to plan at all, and it was completely chaotic.

"Boss Gao, hurry up and let them stop!" Liszt hurried over and commanded in a low voice.

"Curator, I suggest you don't do that, if you don't want Wesley's reputation to be ruined." Gao Hang stood up, shook his head helplessly and said.

In the case that the two sides did not distinguish the winner and did not endanger their lives, outsiders came to the stage to forcibly suspend the ring competition, which was most despised, and it was more despised than losing in the ring.

Not only Wesley, but also those who stopped the contest were implicated.

Liszt is indeed the top boss, but Gao Hang does not want to make a name for himself for his nephew.

You know, it's not just that little girl who is shooting videos in the audience now, at least a dozen people are holding their mobile phones!

"Then what should I do......" Liszt jumped to his feet with anger, although he was the curator, he was just an ordinary person, and he didn't like to exercise his body and was fat, so if he came on stage, he would probably be knocked away with a punch.

Moreover, Liszt knew very well the consequences of forcibly interrupting the ring competition, and he did not want his reputation to deteriorate.

In the ring, Wesley attacked dozens of moves in one go, almost using all the thirty-six styles of the Jingwu Long Fist, and even a few moves were not Jingwu Long Fist at all, mixed with another martial arts he was good at, but every time his attack was only a little bit away from Xin Lone, the distance was not even a centimeter, but this centimeter was like a moat, and he couldn't cross it by all means.

After such a long-term outburst, Wesley's physical strength was also very unbearable, and he had to stop, panting desperately, and his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

Xin stood there dignifiedly, still maintaining a distance of five meters, his face was not red or breathless, his hands were on his chest, his face was full of banter, and he asked, "Do you want to continue fighting?" ”

With his current full control over his body, he can send and receive freely, coupled with powerful telepathy, his reaction is extremely sensitive, and his thinking is as fast as lightning, West's every subtle movement can't escape his induction, and it would be a strange thing if he was hit.

Wesley had realized that he was not Xin Lone's opponent, but he didn't want to admit it, he was a Force Warrior, how could he not even be able to defeat ordinary people! He shouted unwillingly: "You can only hide from what kind of ability, you can't beat me, there is a kind of head-to-head fight with me!" ”

"Hahaha......"

A burst of boos broke out in the ring, everyone shook their heads again and again, the scene was already so ugly, Wesley didn't want to give up, and it was only right to take the opportunity to admit defeat at this time.

"Coach Xin, let's open our eyes." Someone shouted loudly, and at this time the situation had completely reversed, and Xin Lone, who was not favored at all before, was given the title of coach.

Xin Lin looked around at the people under the ring, and found that Liszt was standing outside the crowd, staring at him, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "Okay, then fight again." ”

Saying that, Xin Lin walked towards Wesley step by step, but there was no offensive punch in his hand, seeing that the distance was less than one meter, Wesley, who was under great pressure, couldn't help but make a move "step up jab" to attack Xin Lone's chest and abdomen, and the next moment, he noticed that his jab fell again, and then his right ankle was hit hard, the whole person lost balance, and his left shoulder seemed to be pushed and fell heavily on the titanium alloy floor.

Wesley was so stumbling that he didn't even know what was going on.

But everyone in the ring saw it clearly, and at the moment of Wesley's punch, Xin Lin used his left foot as the central axis to perform a spin step, and while dodging the jab, he kicked Wesley's right ankle with his right leg before landing on the ground, and then, with a random push of his hand, he knocked Wesley down.

"Spin step followed by side kicks, whether it is the connection of moves or the power skills, Xin Lin has done it perfectly, and the grasp of timing is even more powerful!" A coach who has also practiced Jingwu Changquan for many years was amazed again and again, and he was ashamed.

Xin Xiao took a few steps back, first glanced at Liszt not far away, and then hooked his index finger at Wesley on the ground, and said, "Get up!" ”

Wesley's eyes were almost bloodshot, he had never been treated with such contempt, and he gritted his teeth and jumped to his feet. Xin Lin approached step by step, Wesley just punched in the air, and then lost Xin Lin's figure in front of him, received a heavy slap in the back, and his body fell straight down, almost falling into the mud.

Xin Lin walked around to Wesley and gently hooked his index finger again, "Get up!" ”

Wesley leapt to his feet, this time taking the initiative to attack, but within a second, he fell at Xin Lone's feet again.

"Get up!"

"Get up!"

"Get up!"

Wesley got up again and again, and then was knocked down again and again. He didn't survive more than three seconds in front of Xin Lin once, and Xin Lin also changed his tricks, knocking down Wesley with different moves each time, kicking, slapping down, and kicking...... This is no longer a competition in the ring, but a practical combat teaching of Jingwu Changquan, and it is a miserable abuse!

Every time he knocked down Wesley, Xin Lin glanced at the curator Liszt, his gaze was very calm, but Liszt felt that Xin Lone's gaze was like an invisible hand, fanning his face hard!

A "pop" sound spread throughout the hall, and Wesley was kicked into a rolling gourd by Xin Silence, and came into close contact with the floor, his eyes were full of gold stars, and he was in pain.

"Shhh...... It hurts! Someone under the ring couldn't help but let out.

After being knocked down for the tenth time, Wesley was almost desperate and demoralized, but he was still holding on to his breath and not admitting defeat, and everyone in the ring couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

In fact, Xin Lin has already shown mercy to his subordinates, his strength is very measured, Wesley has been knocked down more than a dozen times and looks miserable, in fact, it is just some skin trauma, it hurts, but it is not serious.

"But it's pretty much it."

When Wesley stood up again, Xin Lonely, who was a few meters away, suddenly accelerated, his body was like thunder, and he burst into front of Wesley in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, a terrifying violent wave of air rushed to his face, and the entire ring seemed to be shrouded in the mouth of an invisible furious beast, one foot broke through the layers of air from the bottom up, and kicked straight to the chest with unparalleled momentum.

This is the first time Xin Lin has taken the initiative to attack in the ring.

In the face of such a terrible attack, Wesley was stunned, and he was powerless to fight back, and he closed his eyes in despair and waited for death.

But after a second, Wesley found himself safe and sound, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xin Lin holding his balance on the ground with his left leg, his right leg raised above his shoulder, and the ball of his foot resting firmly on his chest, only a few millimeters away from the kick, and the furious momentum he felt before was gone, as if it had never appeared.

Before Wesley could rejoice, the soles of his feet suddenly slammed forward and kicked him in the chest.

At such a short distance, Xin Lonely's seemingly fluttering kick burst out with tremendous power, and Wesley was like being hit head-on by a speeding car, and his body flew up uncontrollably, flying out of the ring and falling below, fortunately caught by the two martial arts staff below.

Xin Lin retracted his right foot, walked to the edge of the ring, and said condescendingly: "I will teach you the truth of being a man today, with great strength and speed, you may not be able to practice boxing well. At your level, going back and practicing for another hundred years is no match for me. ”

Being so scorned, Wesley trembled with anger, he didn't even notice that he had been hit so hard that he was miraculously uninjured, and shouted in disbelief: "You are not a Jingwu Changquan ...... at all"

Xin Lin didn't bother to pay attention to him, and dropped four words: "You know a fart!" ”