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The martial arts competition that many people present were looking forward to was such a harmonious scene.

Many people in the stands frowned. Although in the sun, everything must show harmony. However, among warriors, true harmony never exists, only powerful fists and even stronger fists.

The first competition between Yang Qingyu and Liu Shicheng ended quickly and quickly. It was as if it was going up, and neither of them clenched their fists.

And the next game is the competition between Wang Cheng and Peng Dong.

The middle-aged referee watched Yang Qingyu and Liu Shicheng go down, looked at Wang Cheng with a serious expression, a little worried, and announced in a deep voice: "Wang Cheng is against Peng Dong in the second game."

Many people in the stands immediately sat upright when they heard Wang Cheng's name. Almost all the warriors present knew about the name of Wu Sheng Mountain. Even a few people like Thunder Leopard and Thunder Tiger who had not known Wu Sheng Mountain before, they already knew about it at this time, and no one dared to underestimate it.

On the edge of the crowd in the stands, a burly bald middle-aged man in a suit said lightly: "Wu Shengshan Wang Cheng, I want to see what kind of disciple has been sent to come out for so many years."

"Senior brother, I heard that Taoist Changhe accepted this disciple a few months ago, but I also heard that this young man's understanding and talent is rare in a century. He practiced martial arts for several months and his strength is no longer weak."

A thin middle-aged man next to him whispered.

"I have also heard a lot of news, so this time I come and have a look. It would be the best if I can get the news from Mingde."

The bald middle-aged man murmured in a low voice: "Mingde disappeared without a trace when he left. Only news of his appearance on Wusheng Mountain had been heard. Changhe must have known Mingde's whereabouts, but unfortunately no one could force Changhe to tell him."

"Senior brother, don't be impulsive. This time we will be a spectator. It's best to get news. If there is no news, just travel it. Now the martial arts world in mainland China is a powder keg, Changhe, Niu Dahai, Tianshu, Dong Chengshou, and the old guys in Wudang Shaolin are all old. They can't wait to find a chance to take action to exert their influence in their final peak period. Now no one dares to provoke mainland experts easily, and we must not give them a chance... As long as we wait for another five years, they will be completely old... That's our best opportunity..."

The two of them sat at a relatively marginal position, and there was no one on both sides, so the thin man said a lot. He seemed to be afraid that the bald man would be impulsive: "Mr. Mingde hasn't appeared for so many years, so he might no longer be in the mainland. He might have gone to India."

"India is indeed the most likely. He wanted to pursue the roots of the master back then. Unfortunately, it is impossible for us to go to India to find him..."

The bald man nodded, then stopped talking, and his eyes focused on the boy on the ring, wanting to see if the boy would surprise him.

pity……

Those present who were about the same thought as the bald man were destined to be disappointed, because Wang Cheng and Peng Dong had just stood on the ring, and Peng Dong was extremely nervous and hurriedly clasped their fists and admitted defeat: "I admit defeat... I admit that I'm not Wang Cheng's opponent..."

Wang Cheng has had a little bit of passing on his skills to Peng Dong and Kong Shunhua these two days, and the difference in strength is too big, so these two people did not punch at all when facing Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng smiled, and calmly clasped his fists and said, "Peng Dong, I'm giving up."

Peng Dong had just relaxed, and hurriedly returned the salute respectfully, not daring to be negligent: "I dare not take it, I dare not take it."

The middle-aged referee frowned deeply, stared at Wang Cheng fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "Are you sure you won't take action?"

Peng Dong also nodded firmly and said, "Confirm."

"snort!"

The middle-aged referee stared at Wang Cheng vigorously and said, "I am the referee of the competition venue of the southern Hunan Province. If I find someone privately uses off-court means to influence the opponent to win, I will definitely punish him severely. No matter what sect he comes from or who his master is, I will report it truthfully and punish him severely according to law."

Wang Cheng also curled his smile, looked at the referee calmly, and said affirmatively: "Well, no rules can lead to a square, I also hope you can be so fair and just."

"It's good that you know. I'll announce the end of the second competition and Wang Cheng won."

The middle-aged referee said in a deep voice, and then announced that Wang Cheng won.

Wang Cheng and Peng Dong bowed to the referee together and then walked down.

Almost everyone in the audience became serious, and the leaders of several municipal and provincial party committees clearly showed impatience and dissatisfaction.

Such a grand martial arts competition, I gave up and refused to fight in the first two games?

It's not a good sign. Fortunately, the TV station was not broadcast live, otherwise wouldn't it be embarrassing? The audience must think it's playing games and playing house!

However, Dong Xianglin, the dozen foreign observation groups, and Shen Yuan and others all seemed very calm, and there was obviously no surprise at all about this result.

At the end of the second game, the second round of three-man round-robin begins!

Wang Cheng vs. Yang Qingyu, Yang Qingyu vs. Kong Shunhua, Wang Cheng vs. Kong Shunhua!

The middle-aged referee looked a little worried when he looked at the order of names on the competition table. He was afraid that he would admit defeat... Then he would really apply for the person above to intervene in the investigation.

In the consciousness of most people, even in the local martial arts world, there will be no united and concealed to give up to push someone to win the championship.

It can only be that the person who won the championship was behind the scenes!

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts; those who practice martial arts want to become famous all over the world.

This is also a situation that the official martial arts competition will never allow to see. This is an international competition, a window to showcase Chinese martial arts culture. It must be fair, fair and open on the surface!

And when the second round of round-robin began, everyone was speechless.

In the first game, Yang Qingyu gave up, Kong Shunhua gave up in the second game, and Kong Shunhua gave up again in the third game...

The round-robin competition ended and Wang Cheng won the championship!

In three games, no punches were made. No one touched the opponent. He just went to the ring, got off the ring, got off the ring, got off the ring, and then Wang Cheng won the victory in two games and won the championship of the Xiangnan Provincial Division of the martial arts competition.

There was a quiet scene in the stands.

The middle-aged referee's face was almost gloomy and could drip out of water. At the end of the last round-robin match, he did not move and stared straight at Wang Cheng standing under the ring. He gritted his teeth and said, "According to the rules of the competition, the winner is Wang Cheng, come to the stage to win the medal."

There were already low voices of discussion in the audience, and almost everyone was full of disappointment and anger.

"Is this cheating in Xiangnan Province? Is it possible to win the championship in this way? My apprentice can go up."

"I think it's like a fool. Wang Cheng from Wu Shengshan didn't know what method he used to make everyone else admit defeat and win the championship!"

"Although he is from Wu Shengshan, he looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old. If he really fights, he will definitely not win the championship. I know that Kong Shunhua and Peng Dong are both strong. Maybe Changhe is working hard behind the scenes."

"Changhe is also confused and open-minded all his life. Unfortunately, he will not be safe in the end. For the sake of his master and his disciples, he will also sacrifice his best!"

Almost most people think there is something wrong with this competition, and some people have expressed different opinions.

"I don't think it's that simple. Jiangzhou Yang's Tai Chi and Liu's Cannon Fist are also from famous families. Yang Youde and Liu Wuzhong are both top masters and will never be at the mercy of Changhe. Now Wusheng Mountain is no longer the Wusheng Mountain that was a hundred years ago."

"What's the use of a division champion? If you have the ability to go to the finals, you can also make others admit defeat. When you reach the finals, these tricks will be useless."

When many viewers on the stage were talking, Wang Cheng heard it, but he didn't care. He stepped onto the ring and got a bronze medal from the middle-aged referee. The medal was engraved with a clenched fist. The edge of the fist was marked with the words "Yue, Month, Day" and the government-sponsored label.

"I didn't expect Taoist Master Changhe would help you in this way."

The middle-aged man handed the medal to Wang Cheng, but did not let go of it immediately. He pinched half of it and said to Wang Cheng in a low voice: "This method is useless."

Wang Cheng's eyebrows thumped, his eyes looked at the other party calmly, and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Why did they give in to you?"

The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

"Because they know they are not my opponent."

Wang Cheng answered simply and clearly.

"Hmph, it's ridiculous. If you are so confident, then I have to see how strong you have."

The middle-aged man obviously disbelief, so he snorted coldly, then his feet instantly condensed, and his hands holding half of the medal suddenly pushed forward, and his fist suddenly rushed towards Wang Cheng's chest!

A glimmer flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes. As soon as the opponent exerted force, his palm suddenly opened and held the opponent's fist. The collapse force that had gathered in a hurry disappeared invisible in an instant, without causing any slight wave.

Wang Cheng stood there, his whole body was as motionless as a mountain, without any strangeness. He just clenched the other party's fist calmly and said lightly: "Your internal cultivation is insufficient, your small Zhoutian is not perfect enough, and your collapse of force is not condensed enough. It seems that your Xingyiquan inheritance is not complete enough, and other martial arts techniques are not proficient enough, and the force cannot be integrated. I suggest that you stay in the realm of transforming the spirit and not rush to break through, practice more internal skills and other martial arts techniques, otherwise your future martial arts practice will be very limited."

The middle-aged referee's body was trembling in an instant, his eyes widened, his feet twisted, and he hurriedly exerted force again, but he could not pull his fist out of Wang Cheng's hand. Then he looked at Wang Cheng with shock, because Wang Cheng said nothing, and was even more detailed and profound than what a senior he respected said.

"You, you, you..."

The middle-aged man was already confused. He said three words in a row, but he couldn't say a word.

Wang Cheng had already let go of the other party's fist, then took out the medal in his fist, turned around calmly and naturally and walked down, as if nothing had happened to the two of them just now.

call……

The middle-aged referee took a deep breath, suppressed the shock and chaos in his heart, and shouted with certainty: "Wang Cheng, Wang of Jiangzhou Wushengshan, won the championship in the Xiangnan Provincial Division of the First National Martial Arts Conference..."

Looking at Wang Cheng's back as he walked off the ring, his eyes still couldn't be taken back, and he was still carefully savoring what Wang Cheng said. His previous confusion about boxing seemed to become clear and clear in an instant.

Yang Qingyu and Liu Shicheng and other contestants were smiling and applauding Wang Cheng, but the stands were still quiet, with only about twenty people including Dong Xianglin and Shen Yuan applauding, and the applause seemed abrupt and weird.

Smack sex...

The sparse applause was very harsh in the open gymnasium.

A middle-aged man in a green robe was very excited, stood up with anger on his face, and shouted to the ring: "What bullshit champion? Sun Hongqiang, how do you be the referee? Do you dare to announce such a obviously cheating champion? Have you also been bribed? I don't agree, we don't agree, do you think so?"

Most of the audience around him looked angry, but they nodded without saying a word, and a few looked relaxed in leisurely watching the show.

The middle-aged referee Sun Hongqiang took his gaze from Wang Cheng at this time, looked at the audience seriously again, swept over the angry masters, and said in a deep voice: "I am the referee. I think Wang Cheng has the strength to win the championship. The opponent knows that it is not the opponent, so he admits defeat. Zuo Mu, if you don't accept it, you either challenge him; or report me to the superiors, or challenge me, I can wait at any time."

The man in a green robe named Zuo Mu exerted his strength with his feet, jumped off the stands and landed steadily in the middle field. He looked at Wang Cheng with his eyes like lightning, stretched out his finger and pointed straight at Wang Cheng, shouting, "Then I'm going to challenge you, see, you Sun Hongqiang's recognition of the champion can take my punches. Wang Cheng, you are Changhe's disciple, dare to fight me? I won't bully you. As long as you can take my three punches, I will admit that you are the champion!"

Many people in the stands whispered.

People who practice martial arts are full of energy and are not willing to endure any unfair things. Therefore, there will be people who see unfairness in the world and draw swords to help them. However, the people who come to the scene are basically masters who practice martial arts for a long time, and are not young people who are prone to impulsiveness, so there is no loud noise.

Wang Cheng looked at the other person with a calm look, pulled the corner of his mouth, and smiled, "Then can't you take my three punches?"

Zuo Mu was stunned.

The stands, which were whispering, quieted again in an instant, and their eyes looked at Wang Cheng, with doubts, surprises, and disdain.

Zuo Mu is a master of the perfect realm in the late stage of Huajin. He was born into a famous martial arts school in Northeast China. His ancestors worked as a gangster of Baguaquan master Dong Haichuan in the prince's mansion, and everyone present had heard of his name.

An eighteen-year-old boy dares to say such a big deal?

Or deliberately insulting the other party?

But without strength, what are the uses of these small methods?

Many people looked at Wang Cheng with frown again, most of them looked very disappointed.

The disciple of Taoist Changhe should not seem like this.

Zuo Mu's eyes were even more inflamed at this time, and he glared at Wang Cheng when he was about to speak in anger.

Sun Hongqiang stood on the ring and shouted: "Okay, if you want to challenge, come on the ring and click until you click." (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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