Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 71 Tang Long (Please Favorite)

Chapter 71: Chapter 71 Tang Long (Please Favorite)

The World’s Premier Martial Arts Tournament.

Competition Field.

Due to respect for Martial Artists, most of them only need to compete once a day.

Even so, there were occasionally news of Martial Artists who both suffered injuries and had to withdraw from the competition in disappointment.

It was said that, on the outskirts, betting on various Martial Artists had surpassed any other global event in magnitude, honoring Martial Arts above all.

Of course, the odds for the champion were low, with most bets placed on Tang Long.

Aside from that, bets could be placed on runner-up, third place, top four, top eight, top sixteen, and individual wins and losses.

Today, Zhong Shenxiu was set to compete against Floral Boxing Li San from Group D.

Li San practiced Baihua Fist, a major southern boxing style. Although the name sounded effeminate, its deadly moves were numerous and dazzling.

Moreover, he was also one of the three giants in the friend circle that Zhong Shenxiu had encountered since his debut, sensing a deep malice behind the organizers of the competition.

Click! Click!

Countless cameras and flashes went off simultaneously, and as Zhong Shenxiu walked through the corridor leading to the ring, numerous reporters and paparazzi surrounded him but were held back by Bai Yu and his bodyguards.

Finally, Zhong Shenxiu stepped onto the ring, feeling the enthusiastic cheers of tens of thousands of spectators around him.

"Kid, today I, Li San, will teach you a lesson and show you the price of boasting."

Li San clenched his fists, his expression icy.

"Please!"

Zhong Shenxiu said no more and lifted his right hand.

Li San roared lowly, his Qi-Blood erupted, and suddenly, numerous afterimages appeared on the platform.

This was the secret technique of Baihua Fist, Flowers Mistake Step, known for being able to navigate through a confusing flurry of blossoms, a scene of vibrant spring colors that dazzled the eyes.

In an instant, the ring seemed to be filled with countless Li Sans, attacking from all directions.

"Fancy but ineffectual."

Zhong Shenxiu shook his head, too lazy to look for his opponent’s real body, allowing the stormy attacks to hit him.

Even though Flowers Fist Power combined with Qi-Blood could turn an iron man into a pancake, at that moment, it only produced thunderous noises.

Zhong Shenxiu’s expression remained unchanged, and he didn’t even move his feet.

The audience and the referees outside the ring exclaimed non-stop. For him, it was a perfect battlefield to harvest Heavenly Show Points.

50%...70%...90%...100%!

Quickly, one Heavenly Show Point was harvested, and he immediately began accumulating another.

’This feeling is really satisfying...’

Zhong Shenxiu contentedly squinted his eyes, as if Li San was merely giving him a massage.

When he felt that the increase in Heavenly Show Points had slowed down, he chuckled and looked towards the horrified Li San, "Are you just trying to tickle me? Now, either you stand up and concede defeat, or you lie down and I’ll win! Choose one."

"Never."

Li San bellowed, his protective Qi-Blood bursting to its peak, and he struck out his final punch with a resolve to advance relentlessly.

Snap!

Zhong Shenxiu casually grabbed his fist and threw it out of the ring.

Like a broken sack, Li San spun a few times in mid-air before falling to the ground, utterly disheveled.

"Mr. Hua’s martial arts are indeed unfathomable."

Below the stage, Tie Zhongtian and Xue Daoren wore expressions of realizing as much, as their fellow Martial Artist friends were utterly stunned.

"This... even Mr. Tie might not have such strong hard qigong, right?"

Li San was one of the big three, defeated so easily, let alone with such powerful hard qigong, which was simply to the extent of shocking the heavens and grieving the spirits, they could gain no advantage by going up themselves.

Among the surprise, they actually developed a bit of admiration for Zhong Shenxiu.

"Excellent qigong, if it were bare-handed combat, I wouldn’t have the slightest confidence..." Yang Kaisan sighed, "Only by competing with weapons, there might still be a chance."

This Martial Arts competition did not prohibit cold weapons, but if one party insisted on using them and the other steadfastly refused, a coin toss would determine the outcome.

...

Martial Artist Association.

Tang Minggao looked at the live surveillance video, his facial muscles twitching, "Such strong hard qigong, Floral Boxing Li San, among Martial Artists, is also an adept, yet he couldn’t break through the defense."

He suddenly felt a bit cautious, thought for a moment, walked out of the office, and came to a huge dojo.

The dojo was floored with bamboo mats and was quite expansive, with only one person sitting cross-legged in the middle of the spacious area.

Behind him, there was a huge ’dragon’ character!

At this moment, sensing the newcomer, he abruptly opened his eyes.

In that instant, Tang Minggao couldn’t help trembling in his legs.

Even though he knew the person sitting opposite him was his relative, he still felt as if he were facing the gods and demons of all heavens, his calves trembling.

"What is it, Uncle Thirteen?"

Tang Long looked very young, seemingly only in his twenties, time had left no traces on him, at this moment, his martial arts, qi-blood, and confidence were all at the peak of his life.

Even more rare was his manner, one which screamed superiority, insurmountable by anyone else!

Regardless of whichever expert he faced, the opponent would feel intimidated, because they were facing the true number one under heaven!

"In this World’s Number One Martial Arts competition, there have been quite a few strong opponents, I’ve recorded the video..."

Tang Minggao unconsciously bent over and lowered his voice, "One of them, Hua Wu, is Niu Dingtian’s dead senior brother’s disciple, do you think I should..."

"No need!"

Tang Long stood up, "I am a Martial Artist! The number one Martial Artist under heaven, I appreciate his courage to seek revenge on me, I’ll give him that chance... If he can make it to the finals, I’ll personally step up and kill him!"

"This opponent of yours, is not simple..."

Tang Minggao wiped more cold sweat.

"I am invincible." Tang Long sighed wistfully, "You don’t understand... the loneliness of invincibility."

"Then, I will take my leave."

Tang Minggao couldn’t stand the increasingly strong aura of the other person, and had to leave the dojo.

After thinking for a while, he still took out his phone and dialed a number, "Hello... Dr. Su? Did you watch the match of Hua Wu in the Martial Arts competition? I think this is an excellent sample, very helpful for perfecting our super-soldier project... What? Will it cause trouble? Sacrificing oneself for the scientific cause, for all humanity, is his honor, and there is no unwillingness. Alright... it’s decided then."

Tang Minggao hung up the phone, a cold smirk appearing on his face.

It wasn’t that he feared Tang Long would lose, but he simply disliked Niu Dingtian’s disciple.

Besides, even though the opponent’s martial arts seemed good, Tang Minggao didn’t think Hua Wu could make it to the finals.

After all, within the Martial Artists, experts were a dime a dozen.

If one could make it to the finals, stand before Tang Long, it could almost be certain, at least he is the second best expert under heaven!

’Just wait, wait until the super-soldier project is completely successful, even the strongest Martial Artist will be useless... Hua Wu, Hua Wu, you’re just destined to be a human experiment subject, haha...’