I have a role in the heavens

He is also the true successor of the ancient Muslim boxing technique. He is the descendant of the old man of the mountain, the assassination leader in the Muslim religion. He is the old man of the mountain of this generation. The inheritance of this martial art was developed on the real battlefield, the Crusade Army, The collision between the Holy See civilization and the Muslim civilization. This brought the ancient Muslim martial arts to its peak. This Hobo is a true master of ancient Muslim martial arts.

At this time, in the center of the square, another man who looked like a priest walked down. This man was very tall, with some gray hair on his temples, and three-dimensional facial features. He was very handsome, with years of precipitation, and even more charming, but he had eagle-like eyes. His eyes are extremely sharp, his slender fingers are white and smooth, his tall and straight figure is like a mountain, quiet and majestic.

This man is Ladd, Frederick. His surname was Frederick and his first name was Ladd.

He walked off the high platform and came to the venue. He stopped thirty meters in front of Hobo, the great master of Muslim martial arts and religious leader. The two faced each other without saying anything.

This is also a duel between feuding people. The hatred between the Muslim civilization and the Holy See civilization is as much as the sea water and cannot be resolved at all. Unless one person voluntarily admits defeat before the bell rings, otherwise, it will be another battle. A fight to the death.

The bell rang suddenly, and no one opened their mouth to admit defeat. They represented that they were not alone and could not admit defeat in such an occasion.

Hobo suddenly burst out, he could no longer hold back the murderous intention in his heart. Like a poisonous snake in the desert, he shot out of his body. His path of action was twisted and uncertain, like a poisonous snake circling, but his speed was as fast as lightning. A stream of light flashed across, In an instant, he appeared in front of Ladd, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message. He stretched out his arms, his fingers turned into claws, and his nails were extremely sharp, glowing with cold light, like the claws of an eagle, dry and tough, sharp and fierce. In an instant, He grabbed at the arteries and trachea in Ladd's neck with viciousness.

Ladd had just raised his arm, and before he had time to react, the eagle claws had already scratched Ladd's throat. It was very bloody and extremely cruel.

Hobo picked off a section of the artery and trachea with his fingers, and put it on his hand with a happy expression on his face. He looked at Ladd who fell to the ground with great enjoyment, and his handsome face showed a smile. A painful expression, with violent and bloody excitement in his eyes.

Blood spurted out from Ladd's neck. He covered the wound tightly with both hands, but it had no effect. His mouth was open and he couldn't breathe at all. He vomited blood out of his mouth. His face was in pain and twisted into a ball. He no longer looked like he had just. Handsome in appearance, extremely ferocious, like an evil ghost.

Many people were so frightened by this scene that they covered their eyes. Some ladies were so frightened that their legs were tightly closed and their skirts were already wet. This was because they were incontinent, and there was a faint fishy smell in the air. It was so permeable that countless ladies were so ashamed that they did not dare to raise their heads.

Hobo's eyes were cold and indifferent, admiring his masterpiece. Finally, he suddenly raised his foot and stepped hard on Ladd's chest. His whole foot sank into the other's chest, and he pulled it up again. It was bright red and extremely bright. Countless ladies screamed again. The wet marks on their skirts expanded. They became incontinent again and their legs and feet became weak and lost their strength.

Hobo looked indifferent, raised his head, looked in the direction of the people from the Holy See, and let out a cold and fierce laugh, like a night owl, extremely harsh, with a terrifying and sinister meaning, and said in a cold voice.

"Augustus! I'm waiting for you!"

Hobo shouted this sentence in very pure English, which was clearly audible. Every word was full of force, making people feel how strong the murderous intention in Hobo's heart was, and there was no concealment at all!

On the seat, a man wearing a white-gold priest's robe buried his head deeply in his chest, crossed his hands and clasped his hands, and was repenting devoutly to God. Hearing the four words Augustus, he slowly raised his head. Headed.

The man named Augustus had a face as three-dimensional as a marble sculpture, extremely handsome, and his eyes were extremely deep, like the sea, showing endless mercy and mercy, as if God loved the world, and his aura gradually rose. , like an abyss like a prison, this is divine grace like the sea, divine power like a prison, transforming oneself into a god, faith and God have been integrated into one, and it has the same purpose as the Brahman and the Self in Buddhism. He is a real master, no matter what Being weaker than Huo Bo just now, no wonder he would be challenged by Huo Bo in public.

Hobo and Augustus looked at each other. Suddenly, a bright light burst out from the void, which was very dazzling. Their eyes only touched for a moment and then separated. Hobo let out a cold laugh and turned back. took his seat. Augustus lowered his head again, crossed his hands and prayed and repented devoutly to the God he believed in, extremely sincerely.

Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between the two people, showing strong interest. Gossip may be a common bad habit of human beings. Even Li Daoqing, who always said that he never gossiped, took a second look curiously and imagined. It would be very interesting if the two met in the competition field.

The big screen flashed again, and the names continued to scroll, and then the contestants for the third game were selected. It flashed for more than thirty seconds before it stopped.

The two sides in this competition were an ancient yoga warrior from India and a Muay Thai master. The two were of equal strength. In the end, the Muay Thai fighter was more ferocious and had more experience in actual combat. He ended the fight with a strong knee strike. An Indian yoga master was injured and retired from the competition. This is the first time at the World Martial Arts Conference that there was no death. But even so, this yoga master was also seriously injured. In other competitions, it can be regarded as a competition accident. It can be seen that The World Martial Arts Conference is cruel and ferocious. I wonder how many masters will fall and die after this martial arts conference is over.

In the fourth competition, there was a Chinese, Zhang Shaogang, who was a seed player in the domestic martial arts team. However, generally speaking, the players in these martial arts teams lacked actual combat. Faced with such brutal and bloody competitions, they often performed poorly and lacked courage and courage. fierce.

The opponent is a Siberian strong man named Komirlov, who is unknown, but he is a master from the black boxing training camp in the underground world. This kind of person has experienced cruel and crazy training since he was a child. He is ruthless and has extremely rich practical experience. His fighting style is fierce and fierce, and he is an absolutely ruthless character.

Komirlov is tall and tall, about two meters tall. He has the violent power of the brown bear on the Siberian plains, the sharp eyes of the falcon, the cunning wisdom of the fox, the forbearance and cruelty of the snow wolf, and the caution and alertness of the elk!

Komirlov's strength is far more powerful than his reputation. Although this kind of person has never practiced internal boxing, he still learns from nature. He observes the habits of wild beasts on the snowy fields, simulates the behavior of wild animals, and incorporates elephant boxing into his body. In his own martial arts beliefs, he has developed instinctive moves and has amazing combat power.

As soon as the bell rang, Zhang Shaogang faced Komirlov, who was full of wild aura. His heart was beating fast and he was a little afraid. Before he could calm down his mood, Komirlov suddenly took a step forward, and the ground shook. It was like an elephant running, the ground was constantly shaking, but the speed was extremely fast. Like a cheetah, it raised its right foot and stepped hard on Zhang Shaogang's chest. It was like a brown bear waving its huge palm with brutal and ferocious power.

"boom!"

The air was crushed. That big foot stepped hard on Zhang Shaogang's chest, causing it to explode. It was very bloody and cruel. Even a boxer who had experienced hundreds of battles had seen this for the first time. The death was miserable, like being hit by a large truck. Blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and it was so bloody that many people bent over and vomited, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Shaogang was the first Chinese to die, and he was also the one who died in the most miserable condition. This is the shortcoming of people who practice boxing in the martial arts team. They are not firm-minded and are more proficient in the practice and performance of boxing. Their fighting methods are very unfamiliar. He is good at performing and practicing routines, but in a life-and-death fight, even if he has reached the level of Huajin Grandmaster, he may not be able to beat a black boxer with Mingjin cultivation. He is not ruthless and firm enough.

This is not a problem for the martial arts team players themselves. The domestic environment is stable and does not tolerate evildoers. They have no chance to fight, so naturally it is difficult for them to become true masters.

Chinese martial arts only kills enemies, not performs! Martial arts is only about performance, not killing! This is the biggest difference between the two. Wushu is about practicing and performing, while Chinese martial arts is more about fighting. Once you hit, you will break the law. How can these martial arts team players dare to practice this? How could such a person survive in this conference?

The following fifth, sixth, seventh, and twenty-nine battles also proved this point.

Before dawn, a total of twenty-nine battles were fought. On both sides of the battle, there were Arabs, Americans, Europeans, Muay Thai fighters, Indians from the Yoga Association, blacks, Europeans, and of course Chinese.

These twenty-nine battles were very unsatisfactory for the Chinese martial arts community. Among them, most of the Chinese martial artists lost. Three of them died, three were injured, one was permanently disabled, and two suffered concussions. The Chinese who lost were all members of the domestic martial arts community selected by Liao Junhua.

Of course, these Chinese martial artists are not top-notch characters. From a certain point of view, in terms of fighting level, except for top masters, the entire middle and lower class Chinese circles are inevitably a little behind compared to Western fighting. This is not only due to the gap between human race and physique, but also due to the environment. Differently, in a stable living environment, even ferocious beasts will lose their wildness, just like tigers and lions in the zoo, where they still have the aura of kings.

These twenty-nine battles lasted until dawn. The battle in the thirtieth field was the last battle in the morning.

After thirty battles, it was time for breakfast. Everyone present was given an hour to have breakfast and then an hour to rest. Two hours later, the fighting resumed.

Therefore, the load of this martial arts competition, which lasts for at least a month, is very large. It is definitely different from ordinary sports events. Most people cannot bear such a heavy burden. Of course, the people present are all masters. Can't bear it? Then you are not even qualified to participate!

The masters who can participate in this martial arts competition are all determined, decisive in killing, tough in temperament, and have super endurance. Of course, they will not care about this little bit of high load.

Some of these mercenary masters can stay in the jungle for days and nights without eating or drinking, and they have to climb mountains and wade in rivers, running overload. The environment of the martial arts conference is no less than paradise for them.

The 30th game is about to begin. It is just the last game before the break. It has attracted everyone's attention. They all cast their eyes on the big screen with anticipation.

The names flashing on the computer on the big screen were still bizarre, but at this time, in everyone's eyes, these flashing names seemed to be covered with a thick layer of blood.

Occasionally, someone saw their name among the flashing characters, and they were all frightened.

Nothing else. The first twenty-nine battles were too brutal. The casualties and the probability of death were too high. In the twenty-nine battles just now, one person died or was seriously injured in basically every battle. There was no result where both of them walked off the arena intact.

Hongmen Qiuchan and Hong Kong Island Huo Ling'er, the last game was actually a competition between two girls.

Wang Chao was slightly startled when he saw Huo Ling'er's name. This was his eldest disciple, but when he defected, he didn't care about Huo Ling'er at all. As a result, Huo Ling'er was almost regarded as an accomplice. If Li Daoqing hadn't taken action, even if Huo Ling'er was released in the future, the Huo family would have to pay a huge price, and even Huo Ling'er's own freedom would be restricted.

Huo Ling'er let go of the black cat in her arms and raised her perfect jawline. She was fair and smooth, with a touch of pride, and her expression was extremely calm. She walked towards the venue step by step without showing off her abilities. The methods are quite satisfactory, yet unhurried and calm, making people dare not underestimate him.

As soon as the black cat escaped from the arms of the little devil Huo Ling'er, it let out a cheerful meow, jumped, and crashed into Li Daoqing's arms. It glanced at Huo Ling'er with its green eyes and let out a soft meow. , raised his little head, extremely arrogant, and nodded his chin, seeming to encourage Huo Ling'er.

Qiu Chan is a rising member of the Hong Sect, the descendant of Li Yaochen's Wuji Sword and the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer. At a young age, he has reached the master level of Hua Jin. He is expected to enter the realm of Bao Dan and become a grand master of Dan Jin. He is the most watched disciple of Hongmen. He has a Wuji sword with cold light and sharp blade, which is very stunning.

Huo Ling'er and Qiu Chan stood still in the field. The two girls had their own styles, were charming and cute, and they were looking at each other.

Qiu Chan holds the Wuji knife in his hand, with a cold light shining, wearing a Tang suit, and wearing cloth shoes with a thousand-layer sole. He has a beautiful appearance, a unique temperament, perfect spirit, very capable and courageous, and has a bit of the style of Yan Yuanyi and Tang Zichen. It's just that he's still very immature.

Huo Ling'er had empty hands and was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe. There was a golden ribbon tied around her waist. Her hair was not tied and was scattered on her back. She was smooth and black, with beautiful appearance, youthful and beautiful, full of vitality, and a faint smile on her face. His smile, his temperament is refined, and there is a faint sense of Taoism coming out. The Taoism is natural, quiet and peaceful, and he has gained three-thirds of the true meaning of Taoism.

"Huo Ling'er, I heard your name!"

Qiu Chan spoke first, her voice was like the clash of gold and iron, crisp and sweet, with a bit of sharpness, and her gaze was blazing and profound.

Huo Ling'er frowned slightly. She had never been in contact with Qiu Chan. She didn't know where she heard her name.

"You are the disciple of Wang Chao, the best master in the world. How lucky you are!"

There was a hint of envy in Qiu Chan's tone, her dark eyebrows stretched, and the sharpness in her eyes became sharper. She had seen Wang Chao take action at the Hongmen headquarters. He was invincible and invincible. Several Hongmen masters were helpless, and he was the best master in the world. His reputation first spread from Hongmen.

After that, Wang Chao stirred up troubles in the underground world, turned rivers upside down, and showed his invincible strength. Only then was he recognized by major overseas forces as the best master in the world, majestic and famous.

When Huo Ling'er heard this, her face immediately drooped and became extremely gloomy. A terrifying light flashed in her eyes, and she interrupted Qiu Chan sharply.

"Wang Chao and I had already severed our ties with each other when he defected. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. I am not his disciple, and he is not worthy of being my master, Huo Ling'er!"

These words were categorical and ruthless. As early as when Wang Chao defected and abandoned Huo Ling'er in the capital, causing her to be controlled by the military, there was no relationship between them, but Huo Ling'er Ling'er was just a young lady who had just entered the martial arts world. She had experienced such horrific things and was greatly frightened. If Li Daoqing hadn't appeared and warmed her broken heart, she might have been destroyed.

Wang Chao was stunned when he heard this, and a look of anger appeared on his face. Since ancient times, only the master has expelled the disciples from the sect. No disciple has ever dared to unilaterally deny the master. Originally, he still felt a little guilty towards Huo Ling'er. In an instant, It dissipated, and what was left was all anger. His eyes were wide open and he stared at Huo Ling'er sharply, wanting to kill her.

Huo Ling'er is now a master of Huajin. She has a keen sense and is naturally aware of Wang Chao's anger. She curls her lips in disdain, rolls her eyes, ignores Wang Chao, and continues to speak to Qiu Chan.

"And Wang Chao is not worthy of the title of the best master in the world. There is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world! The reputation of a warrior is earned through strength, not by bragging!"

Qiu Chan looked at Huo Ling'er in surprise, glanced at Wang Chao, and felt a little strange in her heart. Why did Huo Ling'er look down on Wang Chao so much and didn't think he was the best in the world? Is there anyone else in the world? Is there an existence more powerful than the master who breaks the void and sees that God is not bad?

At this moment, the bell for the competition rang, and Qiu Chan came back to her senses. She was focused and did not dare to think about it. She looked at Huo Ling'er who missed her empty fist, frowned slightly, and said softly.

"When we fight, shall we compete with weapons, or with fists and feet? Or with both at the same time?"