Lu Lin didn't expect that Wang Yue, who looked ordinary, would be able to come this far.

This martial artist has always been inconspicuous, and now, his cultivation is only a middle-level martial artist.

There is no particularly shining record, and the battle process is not dazzling, but it has gone from the first game to the present step by step.

Those who are more talented than him are all killed with their opponents because they are too crazy to fight.

Although Wang Yue also fell into the disadvantage in the game, every time, he can guarantee that he will be uninjured.

Accumulated until now, Lu Lin took a look at Wang Yue's record, and competed in 27 games, 16 wins and 11 losses, with 48 points and 16th place.

"Lu Lin, I won't go up later, just admit defeat."

Wang Yue felt Lu Lin's gaze, hesitated for a while, and still said something to give up.

"Give up?"

Lu Lin came back to his senses from his thoughts, he shook his head, "No need, we are here, not only to win, but also to test ourselves." ”

"If you don't even have the courage to go on stage, then what are you going to do on this trip."

"Let's not talk about that, let's watch the game."

Lu Lin didn't like this kind of game attitude, and even looked down on Wang Yue.

He looked away.

Just now, because the battle between Lu Lin and Cao Feiyu ended too quickly, coupled with Cao Feiyu's sudden promotion to Martial King, No. 1 and Wen Ziyu, who were about to start the game, had to stop temporarily.

Now order has been restored, and with the referee's order, the game has officially begun.

Wen Ziyu held the long sword and came to No. 1's side.

"Kill!"

With a cold snort, the tip of the sword pierced No. 1's throat.

"It's too slow."

No. 1 actually grabbed Wen Ziyu's sword directly.

Lu Lin saw it more clearly.

No. 1 turned out to be like Lu Xiaofeng in a martial arts novel, holding Wen Ziyu's sword with the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

As soon as he entered, Lu Lin saw that his direct thickness was powerful, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

With Lu Lin's current defense and strength, he would not take the initiative to make the move of pinching the opponent's weapon with his fingers.

Player No. 1 is so confident.

"Let it go!"

Wen Ziyu snorted coldly.

But she kept pushing hard.

I used the strength of my whole body.

But he still couldn't pull out the long sword that was caught by the No. 1 player.

The sword seemed to have taken root in the hands of the No. 1 player, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move.

"Die."

Wen Ziyu couldn't pull out the long sword, so he had an idea, and pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the whole person had already risen into the air.

A flying kick into the chest of Player 1.

"Hmph."

"The strength is so weak."

Number 1 snorted coldly.

The other palm blocked Wen Ziyu's attack path.

"Bang."

Wen Ziyu felt that he was not kicking a palm, but an alloy steel plate, which was still SSS-grade.

Still, she gritted her teeth.

Falling from the sky.

Wen Ziyu was about to attack again, and he felt a flower in front of him.

A huge force struck.

She was kicked like a cannonball.

It's really kicking off.

It flew up to a height of more than three meters, flew out of the ring, and flew towards the grandstand area of the Jiangzuo team.

Lu Lin immediately jumped up and hugged Wen Ziyu in his arms.

He found that Wen Ziyu was already unconscious when he was flying in the air.

But fortunately, her mental strength is quite stable.

After thinking about it, Lu Lin didn't release the blessing technique for Wen Ziyu, and after landing on the ground, he put her on the seat and sat down.

Across the ring and the crowd.

Lu Lin's gaze met with the No. 1 player.

Sparks fly.

"Lu Lin, now the strength of that number one can be roughly seen."

"Good at using sonic martial arts, mental power is not weak, strong strength, strong defense, and quick response."

"You can say that this is an enlarged version of you."

Liu Yan kept analyzing Lu Lin when others were competing.

It's just that Lu Lin nodded casually.

What is the enlarged version of him, this No. 1 player, so far, has not shown too much strength.

He can't hide most of his strength like Lu Lin.

Of course, the No. 1 player is too strong, so there must be a lot of strength that has not been brought into play.

"In this battle, the No. 1 player wins."

No. 1 smiled at Lu Lin and slowly walked out of the ring amid applause.

"In the next round, No. 11 vs. No. 17, please get ready."

Hearing the sound of the radio, Lu Lin nodded at Wang Yue.

"Let's go."

"Hmm."

Wang Yue didn't say much, followed behind Lu Lin, and walked on stage with a calm face.

"Game on!"

The referee gave an order, and Lu Lin and Wang Yue both stood still.

Wang Yue waited for Lu Lin to attack first.

After all, Lu Lin is stronger.

Lu Lin was waiting for Wang Yue to make a move.

Otherwise, once he made a move, Wang Yue would have no chance.

After waiting for a full minute, the referee saw that the two showed no signs of moving, and urged beside him: "Please don't play negatively against the two players." ”

Lu Lin was stunned for a moment, and said to Wang Yue: "You can strike first." ”

"Okay."

Wang Yue agreed, holding a long stick in his hand, and attacked Lu Lin step by step.

"Huh."

It was obviously a long stick with a heavy weapon, but in Wang Yue's hands, it was as light and flexible as a spear.

Lu Lin blocked with his sword.

I couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

What a lot of power.

It's just a middle-level martial artist who actually has a strength of nearly 100,000 kilograms.

It's no wonder that this guy has come to this point without showing his face.

Sure enough, there were two brushes.

Wang Yue knew what Lu Lin meant, and let him show himself to the fullest.

Seeing that Lu Lin didn't fight back, he used his best kung fu at the moment.

"Shaolin Crazy Demon Eighteen Sticks"

This martial art is optimized and improved according to the technique of the Shaolin stick monk, and the threat in battle is greatly increased without reducing the subtlety of the moves.

In addition, there is another feature of the Eighteen Sticks of the Mad Devil.

For each stick, you can use the power of the previous stick to attack the enemy.

In this way, when the limit of the warrior's body is reached, the power of the attack can be almost increased by 4-5 times.

In other words, if Wang Yue is allowed to complete a complete set of stick techniques without stopping it, his attack power can reach the level of at least 400,000 kilograms in the end.

Although Lu Lin didn't know this, he could feel the particularity of the exercise from the strength of this stick being stronger than the other.

It seems that it is enough to let Wang Yue show it a little.

If he waited for his strength to increase, and Lu Lin still defended himself, wouldn't that increase his suspicion.

"Alright, here's your chance."

"It's over."

Lu Lin let out a low sigh, took a step, and stepped into the shadow of Wang Yue's stick.

His hand moved with his eyes, and when Wang Yue noticed that something was wrong and was about to collect the stick, Lu Lin grabbed the end of his long stick.

"Go down to you!"