"Xiao Yuan, you are very strong.”Xiao Yuan pulled Zhao Huahua up and the two of them left the arena together. On the way, Xiao Yuan chatted with Zhao Huahua and found out that she was a mixed martial arts coach. No wonder she had such big muscles. Xiao Yuan won the first round easily. Now, they were waiting for the second round. It would probably take at least two hours for the results to be out. It was after noon. He would take a break first. He couldn't see the situation of the others 'matches. There were no videos to watch in the lounge.
Yang Ying was very curious about the player recommended by Qin Fei. She was not even 25 years old yet, but she could play the Eight Trigrams Palm very smoothly. It was impossible to have this skill without practicing for 10 years. Nowadays, most of the players used mixed martial arts, Taekwondo, and grappling to compete. Chinese martial arts routines were rare. It was not that Chinese martial arts were not good, but it was rarely used in actual combat. Therefore, most of the players in First-grade Dojo used mixed martial arts or boxing to compete. Xiao Yuan was one of the few people who dared to use Chinese martial arts and even won the competition.
It seemed that the older seniors would be very happy to see her performance on the third floor. The happiest ones would probably be the Ba Gua Zhang sect. She wondered if Zhang Qianzhan knew whose disciple Xiao Yuan was taught by. Yang Ying was right. In the hall on the third floor, there were martial arts seniors from the city and other cities. There were about 20 people, and they were all middle-aged and elderly people above the age of 50. The elites of their sects stood behind the seats. They were all obediently watching the competition behind the representatives. The representatives of the various sects didn't choose a private room. Instead, they formed a circle in the hall to watch.
The sixth day of the new year was the time when martial arts sects would come to First-grade Dojo to observe. They had used the place where everyone in First-grade Dojo had gathered to exchange information. Perhaps they would find some good seedlings, but this Buxiao Yuan had defeated his opponent with the Eight Trigrams Palm. A group of old guys were asking Zhang Qianzhan if he was from his sect.
Zhang Qianzhan was 62 years old, but because he had been practicing martial arts for a long time, he looked younger than his actual age. He was the inheritor of the Cheng Faction. Although there were different inheritors of the Eight Trigrams Palm, Zhang Qianzhan was recognized as the representative of the Eight Trigrams Palm. At a young age, he had gathered the strengths of hundreds of schools and continuously learned the essence of each school. It could be said that he, Zhang Qianzhan, was the representative of the Eight Trigrams Palm.
"I've never heard of this Xiao Yuan before. Her Eight Trigram Palm is also different. It should be an improved version of the Eight Trigram Palm that can both attack and defend. I wonder which sect he is from. To have such strength at such a young age, he's not simple. As everyone knows, the number of martial arts talents has dwindled, and the rising stars have also been forced by life to slowly stop practicing martial arts. My Eight Trigrams Palm Sect is the same. I hope that everyone can contribute to our martial arts.”Seeing Zhang Qianzhan raise his hands, everyone returned the greeting.
" That's right. It's the same for our Southern Style. We do have inheritors, but unfortunately, we don't have any powerful representatives. The reason why First-grade Dojo organized this competition is firstly to let us old fellows understand that the mainstream of martial arts nowadays is not martial arts. We must not be narrow-minded. Secondly, it's also to see if there are any good seedlings. If they are suitable, we can invite them to join our Chinese martial arts after the competition to strengthen our strength. Congratulations to Elder Zhang in advance. There's another young talent in the Eight Trigrams Palm?”Fang Pingzhen, the representative of the Southern Boxing Style, also sighed.
"Brother Fang, you're right. Although there are many people who practice Tai Chi now, most of them are middle-aged and elderly people who are strengthening their bodies. It's also rare to learn Tai Chi from a young age. Forget it, everyone should continue watching the match.”Old Mr. Yang Jin also had a deep understanding of it. He knew his own business very well. Although Taiji had shone brilliantly in movies and television dramas, most retired middle-aged and elderly people also chose Taiji. However, in terms of actual combat, the successor of Taiji was not enough. Yang Jin was already 65 years old. He also knew the drawbacks of Tai Chi. This situation was not easy to open up. Only young people had hope.
Xiao Yuan definitely didn't expect that his Eight Trigrams Palm would attract the sighs of these big shots. It was also unexpected. The longer the match, the longer it took for the winner to be determined. The faster one, it was done in a minute. Therefore, Jia Xixi's contestant Pan Xiao came to the ring before 11:30. She hoped that she could find clues about her sister, so she had to win the match.
Pan Xiao stood in the ring, wondering if her sister had once stood here and defeated powerful opponents. Pan Xiao no longer thought about these assumptions. Under the unfriendly gaze of her opponent, she knew that if she wanted to win, she had to defeat her opponent. Therefore, she was not afraid even if she knew that her opponent was a Muay Thai expert.
In the lounge, Pan Xiao saw one or two moves from her opponent, so she knew that she was good at Muay Thai. Pan Xiao had not practiced martial arts since she was a child. She had only started learning Sanda and Catching Fist in her first year of university. However, even though she had only been practicing nonstop for a few years, Pan Xiao did not dare to let her guard down.
Pan Xiao prepared her fighting posture. Her opponent was a dark-skinned contestant. She tied her ponytail up and had a red ribbon tied around her forehead. Pan Xiao was about the same height and weight as her, but she didn't know about her strength. After all, they had never fought before.
At the start of the match, her opponent launched a preemptive attack. Her fierce attacks made Pan Xiao exhausted. Whether it was her arm strength or leg strength, they all hit her body like iron. Every time Pan Xiao blocked, it hurt a little. Fortunately, Pan Xiao was agile and constantly moved to dodge. She barely stood on the stage. The opponent forced Pan Xiao to defend and there was no suitable opportunity to attack. Pan Xiao persevered with this kind of defense. One minute on the stage took ten years off the stage. It was not easy for her to persevere for five minutes of defense.
Jia Xixi broke out in a cold sweat for Pan Xiao. The opponent was too powerful. Pan Xiao had been suppressed and had not had a chance to make a move. Was this the prelude to losing? Ouyang Xue comforted Xixi," Calm down. As long as she doesn't admit defeat or leave the ring, she will have a chance. The longer she defends, the more frustrated the opponent will be. As long as she grasps the opportunity, she will also have a chance to turn defeat into victory."”
Ouyang Xue's words calmed Jia Xixi down. She was only worried about Pan Xiao, not the money she had just bet. The arena was changing rapidly. The opponent wanted to knock Pan Xiao off the arena, but Pan Xiao kept moving her position, not letting her do as she wished. She threw another heavy punch. This time, Pan Xiao seized the opportunity and grabbed the opponent's back with her grappling hand, directly strangling her neck. The opponent wanted to do a shoulder throw, but Pan Xiao used her other hand to press against her waist. The opponent kept hitting Pan Xiao's ribs with his hand, but Pan Xiao did not relax. Both of them fell on the arena. The opponent wanted to roll away from Pan Xiao's grip, but the air became less and less. Pan Xiao didn't let go. She kept increasing her strength and strangled the other party's neck. No matter how the other party hit her ribs or rolled and hit her back, Pan Xiao only had one thought: she couldn't lose.
In a competition, every player cherished their lives. When the opponent finally admitted defeat, Pan Xiao let go of her immediately. She also suffered a lot of injuries. Fortunately, her ribs were not broken, but it was very painful. Her hands and feet were in extreme pain. The opponent kept coughing, and his breathing was also very rapid. Now that both of them were lying down, the broadcast came. Pan Xiao had won.
After the two left the arena, there were people who kept coming to replace them. Jia Xixi saw that Pan Xiao had won the match, but she was not happy. The first match was already so difficult to win, and the next few matches were probably going to be difficult.
In the arena of the men's division, there was someone who attracted Qin Fei's attention. He was a very powerful expert, and Qin Fei was very sure of it. She didn't expect a man to be so soft as if he didn't have bones. He was very tough. He dodged the other party's side kick with a low waist and even used a whirlwind kick to kick the opponent off the stage. He was a player who combined hardness and softness. His name was Hu Yi. Qin Fei noticed him because he looked very similar to an old friend.
In the male and female group competition, there was a group whose performance made the Chinese martial arts representatives on the third floor extremely excited. They had never thought that Xingyi Fist and Shaolin Hong Fist would appear in a male and female competition. It had been a long time since they had seen a Chinese martial arts actual combat sparring match. They had never thought that a group of such contestants would appear in today's competition.
The male contestant wasn't tall. He used Shaolin Hong Fist, which was strong and powerful. Although the opponent was a woman, she was about the same height as him. She used Xingyi Fist and constantly used the characteristics of various animals to avoid his Hong Fist. Were women nowadays so powerful?
The male player was a student of the martial arts coach. He studied Shaolin Hong Fist. His name was Huang Mingxian, and he was only 23 years old this year. He was a fresh graduate who had just started working. He had learned Hong Fist from the martial arts teacher in university and was now working in a trading company. This competition was told to him by the martial arts teacher. Then, for some reason, someone came to find him and he actually agreed to participate in the competition. Therefore, Huang Mingxian had come to First-grade Dojo as if he had fulfilled his martial arts dream. Now, his opponent should be using Xingyi Fist. He had to fight steadily and not give her a chance to counterattack. Even if he had to drag it out, he had to persevere. After all, men were physically stronger than women.
Huang Mingxian had really used the right method. After that, the opponent's Xingyi Fist slowly lost its initial ferocity. He took advantage of the time and followed her Tiger Subduing Fist like a leopard. With a straight kick, he knocked the opponent off the stage.
The Hong Fist representative was even happier. His old buddy said that he had a disciple who participated in the First-grade Dojo's competition. It was Huang Mingxian. Not bad. His old buddy did not take in the wrong disciple. He was a good seedling. The representative of Hong Quan was called Ma Hong, 55 years old. Behind him was Ma Hong's disciple. He didn't expect that someone from Hong Quan Sect would participate in the competition this year, even though Huang Mingxian didn't know Ma Hong.
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