The Death Plan of a Hero of the Empire

Alonya obviously saw something was wrong, and after talking to Lu Nier, she walked towards the lead investigator.

Not long after, Alonia walked back with a very solemn expression, and looked towards the fierce fighting arena.

"That person, that prisoner, Martial Demon, is right. He broke through the blockade and fled all the way here. On the way, he dropped some strange props that would explode at regular intervals. Now he uses these explosive props as a threat to keep the martial arts conference going on. Fight him."

"really."

Lunier was not surprised. From the conversation he heard just now, it was basically certain that this person was a prisoner.

"He told us to play by ear." Alonya continued, "If necessary, assist them at critical moments."

"understood."

The audience outside the stadium has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. As the fighting scene became more and more intense, the cheers became louder and louder.

Soon, the battle situation of the scene changed. Originally, Wu Mo was only defending, but now he has begun to change his momentum and start attacking.

When Zhou Song retreated again, Wu Mo took advantage of this gap to imitate Zhou Song's appearance, lowered his body, and assumed the same posture.

Zhou Song was also surprised when he saw Wu Mo's posture, but he didn't take it too seriously, thinking that it was just a poor imitation.

"drink!"

Zhou Song used [-]% of his strength in this blow, and with the idea of ​​directly crippling Wu Mo's arm, he swung his fist fiercely.

"boom!"

Fist and fist collided, and the sound of bones breaking suddenly sounded, but it wasn't that Wu Mo's arm was broken, on the contrary...

Zhou Song's arm was broken by a powerful force the moment the two fists touched, and the broken bone even pierced his flesh.

Zhou Song's screams immediately resounded throughout the Martial Arts Conference, and he clutched his severed arm in pain.

"My arm... my arm!"

Because of this too miserable cry, the cheers on the scene stopped.

Wu Mo jokingly walked towards Zhou Song, raised his foot, aimed at Zhou Song's neck, but quickly put it down again, dragged Zhou Song up from the ground, and threw him outside the ring. It seemed that someone from Zhou Song's class hurriedly picked him up and glared at him, but did not dare to go forward.

"who is the next!"

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

In their eyes, the martial demon's imitation of Zhou Song's posture just now was not just a resemblance in appearance.

It is difficult to draw a tiger's skin and bones. If the movement is only the skin, then the strength and the method of moving the strength are the so-called bones. I don't know that this is just imitating movements, and it cannot exert its full power at all.

And the move that Wumo imitated just now clearly possesses power.

Different strengths have completely different powers for different moves, and even use other strengths to perform different moves, and sometimes hurt yourself.

Black Tiger Fist also naturally has its own Black Tiger Strength, and generally speaking, this kind of Black Tiger Strength is the strength that can best display the moves of Black Tiger Fist.

That is to say, regardless of the type of strength factor, if Wu Mo himself hadn't learned the Black Tiger Fist, then in just a few minutes of fighting, he not only learned the movements of the Black Tiger Fist, but also learned the Black Tiger Fist. Tiger Fist matches the method of running energy.

Wu Mo stood on the stage, waited for a few minutes, and asked impatiently.

"Why, don't you dare to go up? The martial arts masters on Donglong Street are just a bunch of waste?"

Because of this sentence, the audience who originally thought this martial arts conference was a bit strange put the strangeness behind them and began to shout.

"Someone come and beat him down!" "That's right, come and teach him a lesson from a martial arts master!" "How dare he despise the martial arts conference, what does he think of this place?!"

After being provoked by this kind of provocation, several martial arts masters couldn't stand up immediately, and they walked to the edge of the ring one after another, scrambling to get on the stage, and finally a martial arts master who claimed to be the Snake Fist came to the stage.

"very good."

The snake-shaped fist this time is also very distinctive. It imitates the secret of the surprise attack of a snake that kills with one blow. It maintains a contracted state. At the moment of punching, the body will stretch like a spring, showing a moment of high speed and explosive power.

Wu Mo is still the same as before, he is still parrying, no matter how fast the opponent punches, he is just parrying and defending.

Obviously, after a snake-shaped punch, there will be a short-term opening, but he didn't take the opportunity to fight back at all, but waited leisurely for his opponent to adjust his state and hit the next punch.

After repeating this a few times, Wu Mo performed the same movements and postures as the snake fist as before.

Then he confronted his opponent head-on with the same punch, relying on his physical advantage, directly interrupted the opponent's arm.

Throwing the screaming snake fist opponent under the ring, Wu Mo shouted again.

"Come again!"

This time, he directly jumped on a martial artist and announced his own genre.

"Iron clothing door, Chen Zhong."

When Lu Nier saw this new martial artist self-declared his identity, he was inexplicably familiar, and then looked at his strong muscles, and suddenly remembered a gangster boss he met when he was still a gangster. He is also a professional-level martial artist who claims to practice Iron Clothes Kung Fu.

Judging from the name, it should have something to do with this Iron Clothes Gate.

"Horizontal practice?" Wu Mo looked him up in surprise, "Yes, I like it, although I can't learn it, but..."

Wu Mo's muscles began to squirm, as if he had come to life, twisted like bugs, and began to turn black.

"Come!"

Chen Zhong didn't talk nonsense, he just swung his fist and hit Wumo.

Wu Mo was also the same as before, directly confronting Chen Zhong head-on.

Chen Zhong is obviously capable, but Wu Mo is clearly surpassing him, and his fists touched. Although he didn't have a broken arm like the previous two, there was an obvious painful expression on his face.

But Wu Mo still kept a wild smile on his face, and swung his fist again.

Such a head-to-head battle didn't last long. After only a dozen punches, several slender wounds appeared on Chen Zhong's arm. After another dozen punches, Chen Zhong's arms began to tremble. After a few punches, Chen Zhong was directly punched back a few steps, his right arm hanging down weakly.

"Get off yourself."

Chen Zhong didn't continue to be brave, and walked down the ring in despair, and the audience booed.

"This is Iron Clothes Gate? Why is it so useless!" "That's right, you just let him roll off, you spineless guy." "Who's next, come up!"

At this moment, the audience had completely forgotten about the anomaly and was immersed in one fight after another. Some even shouted the name of Wu Mo loudly, cheering for him.

Next, one after another, the martial arts masters went up and were fought one by one by the martial arts demons, and most of them were defeated by the moves they used.

In the beginning, there were only some young martial arts masters, and later, there were some famous masters, but without exception, they were all defeated by the Wu Mo. Only a few people hit the Wu Mo, and they did not hurt much to him.

And as the number of opponents defeated by Wu Mo increased, the audience who were not used to the arrogant attitude of Wu Mo changed their tune and completely cheered for Wu Mo.

After defeating a well-known martial arts master, all the audience was cheering for the martial arts master.

"Next, who else?"

However, no one dared to fight anymore. Those who fought against the martial arts had seriously crippled an arm, and even slightly injured their muscles and bones.

The most important thing is that Wu Mo has shown his strength, and most of the martial arts masters have lost the confidence to fight against him.

After waiting for a long time, Wu Mo didn't see anyone coming up, and his attitude gradually became impatient.

"What? Is there no one else?"

In fact, the group of people with the highest force value on Donglong Street has not yet played, but they don't want to go through this muddy water.

Most of them are not young and have been famous for a long time. Naturally, they can see the level of Wu Mo's strength, and they cannot guarantee that they can defeat him.

Since there was no guarantee that he would be able to defeat him, if he was defeated in the match, the only result would be loss of face, so he didn't want to play at all.

"Let me do it."

At this time, another person walked onto the ring.

Wu Mo turned around to look, and the arrogant smile suddenly froze, becoming very dignified, and even a little scared.

"It turned out to be you!"

第 217

Chapter 216 Hunting Martial Arts (11)

Wu Mo couldn't help but took a step back, covering his chest with one hand, staring fixedly at the new opponent in front of him.

Just a few days ago, he, who was always confident that he was strong in martial arts and hard to find an opponent, felt great fear for the first time, and was almost beaten to death. If it wasn't for his traits, then even if he didn't die now, he probably wouldn't die. Become a useless person.

And the person who almost killed him was the opponent standing in front of him at this moment.

"Meteor Strength, Qin Yulin."

This female martial artist who always made Lu Nier feel a little lazy, put on a neat black outfit today, tied up her long hair, and walked slowly on the ring with a pretty face as calm as still water.

"Meteor Strength? That harmful martial art?!" "Who is she? Is she also a contestant? Why have I never seen it before?" They were all killed by that martial art."

……

"Very good..." Wu Mo's expression was no longer as relaxed as before, replaced by frantic excitement, "I didn't expect to meet you again, the last battle, I thought it would be a regret and shame that I couldn't make up for, It seems that today we can get rid of the shame."

Qin Yulin didn't reply, but turned her head and glanced at the auditorium, and finally fixed her gaze on Lu Nier, smiled slightly, and then turned her gaze back.

"I hope you are better than last time, otherwise three of you are not enough for me."

"Try it, and then you'll know!"

Wu Mo roared, lowered his body, and directly used the "Black Tiger Fist" move, rushing towards Qin Yulin like a tiger pouncing on its food.

Qin Yulin made a movement familiar to Lu Nier, twisting her waist and sending her hips, and then punched back with a simple straight punch.

Wu Mo still chose head-to-head this time, but this time he no longer had the upper hand like before, but the moment his fist touched, his body was shaken back a few steps, and his fisting right arm couldn't help shaking stand up.

In contrast, Qin Yulin didn't take half a step back, her expression was very relaxed.

"Very strong."

Wu Mo thought to himself, but soon this kind of power will be his.

He has a trait called [Bitter Martial Arts], the effect of this trait is simple and powerful, that is, as long as he is passively beaten, he can gain experience in unarmed combat skills for attacking himself, so as to quickly master this fighting skill!

This trait can learn the skills and knowledge that the opponent needs to study hard for many years in a short period of time. It can be regarded as extremely powerful, but the only drawback is that there is an upper limit to the experience of this trait. At most, it can only learn to be lower than the opponent. At least two levels of degree.

For example, for LV3 moves, after he learns them through [Bitter Martial Arts], he can only learn LV1 at most.

Secondly, the maximum level of the skills he has learned through [Bitter Martial Arts] will not exceed LV3.

Therefore, the skills and knowledge acquired through [Bitter Martial Art] are no match for the opponent.

But if you add his own strength, it's a different matter. Although he may not be able to compare with his opponents in the realm and proficiency of moves, his own body has been tempered and has special bonuses. In terms of physical fitness alone, it is far superior. It is far superior to ordinary warriors, so even if they lack experience, they can defeat their opponents head-on.

After fighting with Qin Yulin for a while, Wu Mo got a hint.

[Acquisition of skill Meteor Power LV1]

"very good."

If it's just to acquire skills, it's just a painted tiger, with only a shape and no power, but if it is paired with his other characteristic [variable vigor]...

Then the result is completely different.

His strength can imitate the characteristics of any kind of strength, although the power cannot be compared with the original, but it is more flexible and changeable, can be transformed into any kind of strength, and has the characteristics of that strength, penetrating, thick , Diffusion...etc.

Just like the biggest characteristics of Meteor Energy are penetrating power and high explosive power, at this moment, Wu Mo has mastered one of the moves and energy characteristics of Meteor Strength!

Wu Mo sneered, and as usual, he assumed the same posture as before, imitating Qin Yulin's Meteor Fist posture.

Meteor fist!

Two seemingly identical moves were used at the same time, and then collided in mid-air. This time, the Wu Mo only took a step back, but Qin Yulin still did not.

"What a powerful move!" Wu Mo couldn't help admiring, "Such a powerful move, I really don't know what kind of power it will have behind it."

"Then come on!"

Qin Yulin changed her moves, changed her fists and legs, then bent her body backwards, exerting force suddenly, using her left foot as the axis, her right foot accelerated to accumulate energy in mid-air, and kicked out suddenly.

Wu Mo only had time to raise his arm to block, and took the leg forcefully.

"Cough!"

Wu Mo only felt as if his arm had been hit by the front of the carriage. He hadn't expected the turbulent force at all. He flew out of the air and fell heavily. A scratch.

"Martial Demon, was actually sent flying?!"

The audience couldn't believe it. They watched all the way, and all they saw were martial arts crushing all the way, and they had no absolute advantage over their opponents. Now, a man with a bad reputation seems to be inheriting a despised suicide martial art. How could a woman like this knock Wu Mo away so easily? !

"you……"

Wu Mo stood up like a carp, and wanted to fight back, but Qin Yulin had already come in front of him, and slammed Meteor Fist hard.