Chapter 611: Chapter 711 The Object of Criticism
I, Zhou, praised Zhang’s bravery on stage, not because of his skills, but hoping he would become the target of public criticism.
In the circle, Liu Mingyi, who was injured by Zhang Dadan, would definitely hate Zhang’s bravery.
Moreover, many in the audience appreciated Zhang’s praise, becoming more wary and even resentful of him.
As a result, at the public meeting, Zhang Dadan was bound to make quite a few enemies, and the Zhou family had just bravely stood tall.
If Zhang Dadan moved downwards, perhaps he could agree to bow at the Zhou family hall, and the Zhou family could learn something of this divine skill from him.
However, his overwork aroused Zhang Dadan’s suspicion, and just then, Sunx Wei and others drove over, and the public’s admiration and jealousy shifted to Sunx Wei.
Fortunately, Sunx Wei had been deeply immersed in the speculation of great revenge and didn’t notice the strange atmosphere.
"Come on, the game is about to start. Let’s sit in front of the audience." Sunx Wei instructed.
In the past, Zhang Dadan might have sneered at his dignity, but now Zhang Dadan was his disciple. He had been treated like a big BOSS disguised as a pig to eat a tiger, how could he not respect him?
"Teacher, there are still seats in the first row. Let’s sit in the first row; we can see more clearly!" Zhang Yong smiled at Sunx Wei.
Seeing him so respectful, Sunx Wei was somewhat surprised but didn’t think much of it.
Zhou, still in the ring, saw Zhang Yonggan ignoring him and felt depressed.
A little boy, by chance, learned to point out secrets. What arrogance? Sooner or later, he would fall into his hands!
Zhou’s housekeeper snorted bitterly. He left the stage again, walked through the crowd, and headed to the podium at the center of the meeting.
Half an hour later, Zhang Xuan Qilu announced the start of the competition, and the five arenas in the center of the venue opened.
On the first day of the Non-Competition Conference, a total of 168 people participated in 126 matches, selecting 42 winners.
To decide the winners quickly, five matches would be held simultaneously.
Though I did not participate in the preliminary tests, I didn’t leave the venue but stayed to watch the competitions.
To a large extent, I was here to observe the existing ancient military conditions at the uncovered conference.
This first test of the competition was the best opportunity for watching. How could I miss it?
However, after the match started, he was very disappointed. Many on the martial arts stage were inferior to the Sunx Wuying he abandoned!
And they used family martial arts, with fighting stances making Zhang Dadan feel awkward, with the form there but lacking the necessary strength.
Maybe they were preventing others from stealing their martial arts, or maybe something went wrong in the inheritance process, so they could only look like cats imitating tigers.
It was like some teacher often bragging on TV, looking like God was his skill. Once truly in action, it was a stupid punch!
Just as Zhang Bo felt bored and sleepy, the match no. 3 ended, and the Taoist in charge of the competition announced the result.
"Liu Xing of white ball 16 versus Li Shanxiong of black ball 65!" the Taoist announced loudly.
Not far from Zhang Boluo, a group heard Master Lu shout Li Shanxiong’s name, and Huo Di immediately stood up.
A burly, hairy young man walked out of the crowd, hit his chest with his fists, making a loud noise.
His deafening roar successfully attracted the audience’s attention, and they all looked at him.
Li seemed to enjoy this attention, turned around, spread his arms, and sought a response.
But the only ones who truly responded were his family who came with him. They were interested, but there was no reason to support him.
Under the cold excitement of these people, Li became angrier. He wanted to KO his opponent, so these bystanders could see his strength and everyone would obey him.
Hastily rushing to the 3rd ring but not seeing his opponent, he got a bit anxious and urged, "Taoist, let him die quickly!"
The master saw his rudeness and impoliteness, but he had to do as he said.
"Liu Xing of white ball 16... Liu Xing of white ball 16, please come to the stage quickly, or you will be disqualified..." the Taoist shouted.
Carefully walking down the stairs, Liu Xing heard the urging voice over the radio. He quickly
Zhang Dadan saw Liu Xing’s technique, after watching many matches, thought Liu Xing’s level was okay, not afraid he would be unequal.
However, Liu Xing was blind, relying on his ears to distinguish, but the noisy venue might affect his performance.
But Zhang Dadan clearly did not have the power to demand everyone be quiet, so he had to pray for Liu Xing.
Zhang Dadan was about to cheer for Liu Xing with the Taoist priest in the environment, earnestly saying, "Both sides have arrived, please do not leave!"
But in the situation, Zhang had to shout loudly to cheer, leaving the ring, returning to the audience.
As he sat down, Sunx Wuxiong disdainfully said, "Mr. Zhang, do you know this blind man? If he is too small, why should he die?"
Sitting next to cousin Taiyang Wuxiong, hearing Sunx Wuxiong’s words, he quickly replied, "Brother, haven’t you seen him? He just came to laugh!"
My cousins’ voices were so strong, so vicious, laughing loudly as if they were discriminating against the disabled and making themselves seem higher.
Zhang Dadan finally did not back down, ominously predicting, "Do you two brothers think I will die? He is my friend!
Hearing this, Sunx Wuxiong sheepishly apologized, "I... we were wrong, Mr. Zhang... we spoke nonsense. Don’t take it to heart..."
Mr. Zhang was about to teach them a few words when the two in the ring already bowed to each other and started the match.
Hearing the audience from Dao Great Sect beginning to stare at them, eager to see this farce!
Standing in the ring, Li Shanxiong, eager to express himself, tried to KO Liu Xingxing, attacking first.
He clenched his fists, swung in front of himself, and then used both elbows to strike.
This punch used only 60% of his strength, thinking it was enough to bring down the blind Liu Xing.
He even thought this 60% strength was more; if it directly killed Liu Xing, would it cause any trouble?
However, he proved to be paranoid. Just as he was about to smash Liu Xing’s head with his cauldron punch, he dodged it.
Li Shanxiong’s empty punch caused a huge misstep, almost falling to the ground, and the crowd erupted in laughter.
In the eyes of the public, it was evident that Li Shanxiong was careless, a punch to the side, just allowing Liu Xing to dodge, after all, a blind man, how could he so accurately evade attacks?
Even if Mr. Li suspected he was too careless, he regretfully sighed, swung his fist towards Mr. Liu’s stomach again.
This guy! I cannot hit your head. This time I’ll strike your stomach.
However, just as he opened his fist for an attack, he saw Liu Xing suddenly rush out a foot, directly heading for the punch.
The violent collision between a fist and a foot produced a dull, heavy sound.
The audience, eagerly waiting, saw Liu Xing and Li Shanxiong fighting, forcing him to retreat.
This... how is it possible? Isn’t he blind? How did he see Li’s punch angle?