Wang Fujun is not talking big words, nor is it simply to boost morale.

The Yellow Level High Level vs. the Yellow Level Intermediate Level, relying on the advantage of physical fitness alone, is enough to cause an almost irresistible suppression effect.

This is known as one force down ten meetings.

However, if you exclude the factors that the skill has been used to the extreme.

It's just that Zhao Weilong, who has only cultivated the martial arts created by Yang Yonghui, has only been in less than a month, and his combat skills are certainly far from reaching the ultimate level.

However, the realm gap between Wang Fujun and Zhao Weilong has also not reached the point of despair.

Zhao Weilong approached quickly, and his momentum was amazing, like a sharp arrow, indomitable.

In the eyes of Wang Fujun, who has extremely rich combat experience, he is brave and strategic, and it is not worth mentioning.

When Zhao Weilong approached the danger area, he was just posing, and Wang Fujun, who had been standing still, suddenly moved.

As soon as it moves, it is a thunderbolt, and the attack is furious.

He had the confidence that it only took one blow to knock this arrogant boy to the ground.

The wolf tooth members under the ring couldn't help but applaud secretly when they saw that Wang Fujun's timing was so wonderful that they couldn't help but applaud secretly.

Not a minute earlier, not a second later, so that Zhao Weilong had no time to change his moves, so he could only take it hard.

Zhao Weilong's situation was critical, but he didn't panic at all, with a cold smile on his face, his arm raised, and he met Wang Fujun's fist.

Burst~

The expected violent collision did not occur, only a low, muffled sound.

Zhao Weilong was not knocked away by Wang Fujun's punch as the audience imagined, his arm was like a spirit snake, skillfully grabbed the opponent's fist, and drew a circle in the void, hitting him in the direction of his shoulder.

Wang Fujun was taken aback by his unbelievable movements.

His punch was fierce and fierce, and the timing of his shot was also excellent, how could Zhao Weilong, this kid, not only easily defuse it, but also immediately launch a fierce counterattack!

No matter how surprised and inexplicable he is in his heart, the opponent is already about to put on his arm, as long as he takes advantage of the situation, he can hit the major artery of the neck and neck, and kill in an instant.

Wang Fujun also reacted quickly, kicked out with his left foot quickly, blocking the enemy's approach, and at the same time pointed the ground with his right foot, and the whole person flew backwards, trying to open the distance, seeking the next move.

After all, there is a level gap in rank, and Zhao Weilong's promotion time is too short, and the accumulation is seriously insufficient. Wang Fujun's casual attack was full of power, and Zhao Weilong couldn't help but dodge.

Sighing lightly in his heart, Zhao Weilong also kicked out, but with soft strength, he unloaded the force of the attack, his body shook slightly, and then he stood firm.

This confrontation was like a flint, and he only saw Zhao Weilong rushing to charge, thinking that he would inevitably be taught a hard lesson by the experienced Wang Fujun. Who knew that the result was that Wang Fujun made a move, and he was forced to retreat quickly to avoid Zhao Weilong's edge.

And masters like Ye Guochi and the Xuan-level junior Li Chizeng who came down from the headquarters saw more things from this short move.

If it weren't for Zhao Weilong's inferior realm, he would have to dodge Wang Fujun's kick to break the siege. At that moment just now, Wang Fujun was probably about to hang up the lottery, and it was impossible for him to retreat.

"Lieutenant Colonel Ye, I didn't expect that the Guangnan Provincial Sub-base Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, a young man who was newly promoted to the middle rank of the Yellow Rank, actually had such a fighting talent. Lieutenant Colonel Ye has no weak soldiers under his strong generals, and he really has a good leadership. ”

Li Chizeng was regarded as a delegated Beijing official this time, and his eyes were aimed at the position of the leader of the first group.

Although he still has to compete with the other two candidates for the junior level team leader, Li Chizeng is a person from the headquarters no matter what he says, and his vision, martial arts skills, etc. are not comparable to the members of the local branch. At the same time, everyone was at the beginning of the Xuan level, and Li Chizeng was quite confident and sure that he could win the battle and sit in the position of the leader of the first group.

As for Meng Songshi in the first group, he was only a yellow-level high-level, and he had not even cultivated his internal strength, so he had never been listed as a competitor by Li Chizeng.

But he didn't expect that a young man who was just a middle-level yellow level could burst out with considerable combat effectiveness.

If other people are similar to him, then it is really difficult for Li Chizeng to say that he is the leader of the team.

Ye Guochi was also shocked by Zhao Weilong's performance, and when he heard Li Chizeng's praise, he calmed down and said, "I have won the award, how can such strength be compared with the headquarters." ”

While being polite, Ye Guochi's heart became more and more hot.

That Instructor Yang seems to be really capable.

In the ring, after the first round of confrontation, Wang Fujun's face sank completely, and he no longer dared to maintain a contemptuous attitude for Zhao Weilong, a young man.

If it weren't for the fact that he was experienced, his realm was higher, and he had an advantage in strength and speed, he would have lost just now.

"Come again!" Wang Fujun shouted in a deep voice, cautiously approaching the past step by step.

Zhao Weilong was naturally not afraid, his feet were forceful, his body was fluttering, left and right, and he circled around Wang Fujun.

Your speed is not as good as mine, and you still dare to play such tricks, is it not fast enough?

Wang Fujun snorted coldly, scolding angrily in his heart, but he didn't dare to ignore it lightly.

Seeing the opportunity, Wang Fujun suddenly burst out and kicked at Zhao Weilong, who had changed his position to his right.

Zhao Weilong seemed to have expected it, and he avoided it from time to time, and counterattacked.

The two rolled and rolled, fists and feet, and immediately fought each other.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, although the scene was very exciting, but they actually forgot to cheer.

Zhao Weilong is just a middle-level yellow level who has just been promoted, and Wang Fujun, who challenges the high-level yellow level, everyone thinks that he is hot-headed, and he gets carried away madly when he has a small breakthrough.

They all waited to see how Wang Fujun taught him a hard lesson and knocked him to the ground cleanly.

Unexpectedly, the development of things completely exceeded their expectations, Zhao Weilong not only fought inextricably with Wang Fujun, but also slightly gained the upper hand based on the momentum.

That's awesome, isn't it?

Then Instructor Yang has only taught him for less than a month, and Zhao Weilong has made such great progress?

What a radical change!

If I can also get the careful guidance of Instructor Yang, the progress will definitely not be smaller than that of Zhao Weilong, a newcomer, right?

The wolf tooth members under the ring were the same as Ye Guochi, and their hearts were on fire. They couldn't wait for the ring match to end immediately, so they immediately went to Instructor Yang and asked him to start training.

"Ah~"

"Oops~"

Two cries of pain suddenly sounded, and everyone in the audience retracted their mood, and when they looked at it, it was Zhao Weilong and Wang Fujun who flew out in two directions and fell into the ring.

Zhao Weilong stroked his chest with one hand and supported the ground with the other, trying to get up with difficulty, but finally fell down again with weakness.

On the other side, Wang Fujun's situation was not much better, lying on his back on the ground, panting heavily, but he didn't even want to move a finger.

"Draw!"

The referee looked left and right and finally made a decision.

(End of chapter)