Clan Leader, the Aura Recovery Is Finally Here

Chapter 43

Stent’s blue eyes were unbelievable, and he slumped on the ring because he had three ribs directly broken.

He didn’t have the ability to stand up at all, and he was fighting with this second-generation Wudang disciple who walked towards him step by step.

Wu Zizai, who was standing next to the ring, looked at the scene in front of him and was also stunned, with a distorted face that couldn’t believe it.

With both hands tightly grasping the ropes of the ring, swaying, shouted at Stent, “Stent, you guys get up, don’t lose to him!”

“Once you lose, then I will really go bankrupt!”

Now Wu Zizai is going crazy. He never thought that he would only be on the court for more than five minutes.

Just like that, the weak second-generation Wudang disciple couldn’t get up with a kick?

Is this still the powerful, world-class boxing champion he recognizes?

Wang Ye did not have the joy after victory, but walked to Stent with an apologetic expression on his face and said, “I’m sorry, this is the first time I participated in actual combat, and I didn’t have any strength at all.”

“Then Stent, you don’t have the strength to stand up anymore. Do you deny losing?”

As a disciple of Wudang Mountain, Wang Ye was not too aggressive in his own right. This was very similar to his master Zhao Huantu.

If the person who played today was Zhang Huanjin, the second uncle of own master, Wang Ye thought of the stent in front of him, and he probably didn’t know what the ravaged would be like now.

Stent coughed a few times, holding Stent in his abdomen, he couldn’t bear it anymore, and a large amount of bright red blood spewed from his mouth and sprinkled on the ring.

Originally, the competition venue was still very noisy, but at this moment it was all quiet.

Even the two hosts who were in charge of explaining the game were surprised.

The male host of glasses said helplessly, “Wang Ye from Wudang Mountain, now he has kicked the boxing champion Stant out with a kick, and now Stant has vomited blood from the corner of his mouth, I don’t know if he can launch another offensive.”

Although the host said so, the discerning people on the scene already knew the end of the game.

Zhao Huantu smiled honestly and said, “Master, Xiao Wangye is still inexperienced in actual combat, and he is still a bit heavier when he starts. Ask him to restrain himself, but unfortunately he still didn’t control it.”

“Did your old man deliberately ask Xiao Wangye to take this matter seriously? In the future, the chance of our Wudang being kicked at the gate by someone with a heart will decrease?”

As a person who has been with Zhang Changsheng for so many years, Zhao Huantu naturally has some of Zhang Changsheng’s ideas, and he can still guess some of them.

Zhang Changsheng has a pair of powerful hands that are a little young and white, playing with the rusty residual sword in that hand.

With slightly squinted eyes, he looked at Zhao Huantu and said, “Huantu, don’t frame you as a teacher at this point. For such a big person, why do you have to push him as a teacher whenever something happens?”

Zhao Huantu looked at the sophistry of his master Zhang Changsheng in front of him, and he couldn’t help scratching his head.

In this venue, Feng Yuxiu should be the one who is most excited.

He clearly felt that the hidden Martial Dao aura in that Wudang disciple Wang Ye’s body was stronger than himself.

But Feng Yuxiu confidently dealt with this kind of guy, although it was a bit tricky, but this Wudang Wang Ye should have been able to fight himself.

Feng Yuxiu looked at Wudang Patriarch Zhang Changsheng, who was a few places away from him, still sitting calmly in his seat.

Zhang Changsheng turned his head abruptly and glanced at the young guy who looked at him strangely.

Immediately, Feng Yuxiu’s whole body seemed to be drenched in the rain, all wet.

Feng Yuxiu had never experienced such a feeling before, just when he was glanced at by the Wudang Patriarch, he actually felt Death!

The instinctive sixth sense told Feng Yuxiu not to have a little bit of killing intent or any bad thoughts in his heart.

Otherwise, as long as he moved his mind and the moment the old Patriarch looked back, he would die!

Feng Yuxiu naturally didn’t want to believe this kind of outrageous thing, but his body was completely drenched in cold sweat, and his body trembled involuntarily. He was telling Feng Yuxiu that all of this was true!

Zhao Huantu looked at Zhang Changsheng, who turned his head to the side, puzzled and said, “Master, what’s wrong with your old man, is his back itchy, should my apprentice scratch you?”

Zhang Changsheng looked at the big disciple in front of him who was obviously a shrewd man but was too honest with him, and said with a calm expression, “Nothing, a little mouse just got into this venue.”

“Just look back and see that the little guy is unlucky enough to be bitten by a little mouse.”

Zhao Huantu couldn’t understand what his master Zhang Changsheng said, so he took a look at the direction of his master.

Feng Yuxiu, who was still calming down, tightened again, and another burst of cold sweat surfaced on his forehead for no reason.

And looking in the direction that made him feel Death, it turned out to be an inconspicuous old man with a simple face sitting next to the Wudang Patriarch.

But Feng Yuxiu’s body was still trembling, as if his neck was also inexplicably painful, and Feng Yuxiu’s expression was bitter for a moment, as if he was familiar with this old man who looked back at him?

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