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Coach Chen came to talk to Zhang Yang after he finished blowing at the reporter, and then went to watch Zhou Shang's arena.

Chapter 81 Stopping and the Round of 16

Because the rings were not far away, Zhang Yang followed to see Zhou Shang's battle situation.

After passing through several arenas where the competition was in progress, Zhang Yang and Coach Chen quickly approached the one where Zhou Shang was. At this time, Zhou Shang and his opponent, Ma Yuan, who was mentioned by Coach Chen before fighting.

Ma Yuan is an ordinary-looking young man, not as tall as Zhou Shang, and his body doesn't look very strong.

At present, the two sides are fighting back and forth in the ring, and it is difficult to see who has the upper hand.

Zhou Shang used the Fumo Vajra Fist, and Ma Yuan used the Kaishan Palm. The two fisted against each other, palm to fist, and the fight was very fierce.

"This Ma Yuan... his strength has improved a lot compared to last time..."

Coach Chen, who was wearing glasses, looked at Ma Yuan, who was fighting fiercely with Zhou Shang in the arena, and said in a little surprise.

"Coach Chen, do you know Ma Yuan well?"

Zhang Yang didn't know if Ma Yuan had made any progress, so he asked casually a little bored.

"Although this Ma Yuan is only 16 years old, he has actually participated in the Yangcheng selection competition three times, but his best result in the past was only entering the top 8 of the Yangcheng selection competition. It stands to reason that he has entered the top [-] twice and participated twice Zhou Shang in the All-Federation Competition is a bit behind, but now watching him compete with Zhou Shang, his level has improved a lot, and he is not at all inferior."

Coach Chen probably has led the team many times, and knows the players in other martial arts gyms quite well.

When they were chatting below, the battle between Zhou Shang and Ma Yuan in the arena also entered a fierce battle. Because Zhou Shang practiced the Vajra Fist, which has the effect of body training, coupled with his tall stature, he is more resistant to fighting. Ma Yuan The Mountain Opening Palm practiced is also a type that takes a long time to erupt. The two fought like this for more than ten minutes without a single winner.

But neither of the two gave up, and they were still trying their best to persevere. One kept bombarding the opponent with a rigid fist, trying to knock down the opponent with a palm on the body, and the other kept using palms to reduce the strength of the opponent's punches, and from time to time grabbed Take the opportunity to give your opponent a palm.

"Continue to fight like this... It's very dangerous... I don't know if Brother Zhou can handle it..."

Zhang Yang watched for a while, and felt that it was difficult to judge who would win. The difference in combat power between the two sides was too small, and there was a tendency to die together.

But there is no such thing as a tie in martial arts competitions in this world. Even if two contestants fall unconscious at the same time, the referee has to decide the winner.

After another 10 minutes like this, Zhou Shang and his opponent Ma Yuan exhausted a lot of physical strength after continuous fierce battles. At this time, Zhou Shang's physical fitness advantage was reflected, and he caught Ma's negligence due to his lack of physical strength. , a punch passed through the defense of his palms and hit his nose, knocking Ma Yuan down directly to the ground, ending the game.

"Zhou Shang wins!"

The referee immediately blew the whistle, announcing Zhou Shang's victory, and some medical staff rushed towards Zhou Shang and Ma Yuan.

Although Zhou Shang won, he was seriously injured in the battle just now, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and was taken away by the medical staff for examination.

An hour later, Zhang Yang met Zhou Shang on a hospital bed.

"Brother Zhou, are you in good health..."

Zhang Yang looked at Zhou Shang, who had a bad expression on the hospital bed, and asked.

"It's not a big problem, but I can't accompany you anymore in this competition."

Zhou Shang replied with a smile on his face.

"Well, then you should take a good rest, and you will still be a good man in the next competition."

Seeing this, Zhang Yang comforted him.

"Of course, I am still very young. I have benefited a lot from this match against Ma Yuan. I will definitely become stronger when my internal injury recovers."

Zhou Shang, who was lying on the hospital bed, was still full of confidence in his path as a martial artist.

"You have a good rest first."

Seeing that he was in a good mood but obviously not feeling well, Zhang Yang said goodbye and left.

Leaving the ward, Zhang Yang saw Coach Chen smoking a cigarette in the lounge outside.

"Zhang Yang, this time Zhou Shang is a bit seriously injured, so he can only stop at the top 32 of the trials. Our martial arts center can only rely on you."

Seeing Zhang Yang approaching, Coach Chen spoke calmly.

"No problem, so is someone going to have a bye?"

Zhang Yang nodded, and began to ask about how the organizer should arrange the event after Zhou Shang and his opponent both left the field. In this case, one option is to take a player bye.

"There will be no byes. The organizer will select people to make up for the gap. The Yangcheng trials will definitely select the top eight."

Coach Chen replied with certainty.

"So it's going to be a rematch?"

"Not necessarily, sometimes they will directly assign players with good historical records to fill the position."

"Isn't that fair?"

"Martial arts competitions are inherently unfair, and this situation is allowed by the rules."

Coach Chen's face was silent.

"Okay, anyway, I must enter the quarter-finals this time, and I will also win the championship of the All-Federation Competition later on. This time, I have decided on the number of martial arts masters."

Zhang Yang is not very concerned about the tricks in these rules, as long as it is not too outrageous, he has enough strength, so he doesn't have to worry too much.

"Well, at your level, it is certain to enter the quarterfinals this time, and there is a high probability of winning the championship. No matter how much they toss, it will not work."

Coach Chen said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Therefore, Zhou Shang, the seed player who was planning to enter the national competition again, stopped this journey and began to recuperate from his injuries. Zhang Yang, after entering the top 32, became the only seedling of Baiyan Martial Arts in this competition.

The fourth day came soon, and the knockout round of 32 into 16 began.

Zhang Yang's opponent this time is a man who looks to be forty years old, and the martial arts he uses is still known for his flexibility and versatility.

At the beginning of the game, the middle-aged man walked around Zhang Yang quickly, feinting from time to time, very cunning.

This time Zhang Yang didn't bother to let him procrastinate like last time. Seeing that the middle-aged man was beginning to calm down again, he immediately jumped up and attacked him with one leg.

The middle-aged man saw that Zhang Yang was attacking with his good leg skills, and he was secretly happy. He immediately used his Youlong Chuanyun legs that he had practiced for many years to his fullest.

However, just after he felt that he had figured out Zhang Yang's way, Zhang Yang suddenly accelerated his attacking rhythm, and used a series of forward kicks and side kicks in an unstoppable manner. After a few seconds, the kicks landed on the middle-aged man's chest. Knock it straight down.

"The legs of Youlong Piercing Clouds are interesting. Such a middle-aged man has become so flexible when using them. I will study them when I have a chance..."

After defeating this enemy and entering the round of 16, Zhang Yang became a little interested in the martial arts he used.

Another day passed quickly, and when it was time to select the top eight, Zhang Yang's opponent this time was a person who practiced the same martial arts as him, that is, a person who practiced martial arts and killing fists.

Chapter 82 The Top Eight Yucheng Tournament Begins