Infinite Fighting

Chapter 22 Final Victory

In the spectator seats, Zhang Ji sat down and continued to observe the battle between his disciples on the ring.

The inner disciples of the Five Forms Sect are all quite powerful, but at the moment, only a handful of them can pose a threat to him.

Zhang Ji already had four crystals of "Iron Shirt" and eight essences yesterday.

It is equivalent to the strength of "Iron Shirt" at 480%.

With this level of horizontal training, if he stood in the field and let those disciples attack him, many of them might not be able to break through his defense.

Soon, the first round of qualifiers came out and the battles were divided.

Zhang Ji's second game also ended quickly.

The same move wins.

The opponent was from Leopard Hall, and his specific strength was about the third professional stage. His movements were quite quick, but he was still not good enough in front of Zhang Ji. His claws had no effect on Zhang Ji, and he flew out of the ring after being hit by Zhang Ji's punch, and his sternum seemed to be broken.

Game 3, Game 4.
Zhang Ji won every time, and often he only made three moves or less.

Whenever Zhang Ji takes the stage, his opponents usually leave the ring with some injuries.

All the Five Form Sect disciples couldn't help but show surprise or anger on their faces, and the referee teacher also frowned.

But Zhang Ji was completely unaware and had no intention of holding back.

In his opinion, the inner disciples are all professional fighters, and the worst thing that should happen is if they underestimate their enemies and get defeated.

at the same time.

In a small courtyard, Li Long was drinking tea with the head of the sect, Yan Ruifeng.

In front of them was a tablet computer, which was playing the inner sect competition.

"Did you ask him to go?" Yan Ruifeng asked.

"Letting him show up will help him become more familiar to the public," said Li Long.

"He looks like he has the strength of a late second-rate player. How old is he?" Yan Ruifeng asked.

"I felt his bones and he was only sixteen years old." Li Long took a sip of tea and replied.

"He is indeed a man of extraordinary talent. He can develop such skills in such an environment." Yan Ruifeng nodded, and then said, "It's just that his attack was a bit ruthless."

"I think he has restrained himself a lot." Li Long said, pausing slightly while drinking tea.

He had heard of Zhang Ji's battle record on Shanli Island.

It is no exaggeration to say that he kills without blinking an eye, and he has taken at least fifty lives.

This is still an underestimate.

If the fighting really started, none of those who fought with Zhang Ji would survive.

Yan Ruifeng didn't know what to say. He was a bit old and had limited achievements, so he always maintained a conservative attitude.

The Wuxingmen will be handed over to Li Long sooner or later, and the specific direction of the Wuxingmen in the future depends on Li Long.

Yan Ruifeng was also happy to see Li Long's drive.

After all, he always felt that his disciples were not ordinary people and would soar to the sky sooner or later.

After most of the day, Zhang Ji had already made it to the finals.

Among this group of inner disciples, there are really no two who can fight.

He might be able to compare with Zhang Ji in terms of skill, but his actual combat experience is definitely not comparable to Zhang Ji's.

Zhang Ji used a tactic of injury-for-injury, and they were instantly dumbfounded. He easily defeated the two masters who were almost professional fourth-level players.

Hitting me may have no effect, but it will be different if I hit you.

This is the benefit of focusing on horizontal martial arts training.

On the final stage, Zhang Ji was facing a man wearing the clothes of a Tiger Hall disciple.

"We are all from the same school, you are too harsh." Huai Wen'an said.

"I didn't break the rules. First, I didn't hit the vital points, and second, I didn't use fatal moves. I was already very restrained." Zhang Ji said calmly.

"But you have the upper hand in strength, so there is no need to be so cruel. If you beat them to the point of disability, they will need at least a month to recuperate, and they will miss a lot of lessons." Huai Wen'an stared at Zhang Jidao.

Zhang Ji sneered and said, "If they really met outside and a dispute arose, would the strong hold back when facing the weak?"

"But this is a sect competition!" Huai Wen'an said sternly.

"That's why they can survive!" Zhang Ji said controversially.

According to his previous habits, those who fought with him would die.

His way forward cannot be blocked!
"It seems that I have to seek justice for my fellow brothers and sisters." Huai Wen'an said with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Fair?" Zhang Ji seemed a little disdainful, but he did not explain. Instead, he said, "It depends on whether you are qualified!"

The referee did not announce the start of the match and let the two sides talk for a while, allowing Huai Wen'an to say some harsh words. He was obviously a little dissatisfied with Zhang Ji's ruthless attack.

I don’t know whether Zhang Ji hurt his beloved disciple.

He didn't give the command until both sides stopped talking and the atmosphere became tense.

"Disciple salutes!"

"start!"

After clasping their fists and bowing, Zhang Ji and Huai Wen'an rushed to the opposite side almost at the same time.

Tiger fist is a powerful fist, and iron shirt is not a sissy martial art.

Both sides are taking a head-on approach, so there is naturally no detour or maneuvering in this fight.

"Hoo~!"

When the sound of breaking wind was heard, Huai Wen'an was the first to slap Zhang Ji's chest with his palm.

Zhang Ji raised his left arm and blocked the attack.

“Buzz! Dang!”

It was like hitting metal. Huai Wen'an's palm hit Zhang Ji's arm, causing a sound of metal clashing.

The force was absorbed by the flesh and bones of his arm. Zhang Ji twisted his body and punched out with his right arm.

"Bang~!"

Huai Wen'an also blocked Zhang Ji's attack.

The two sides quickly countered each other's attacks, and metallic humming and collision sounds were heard from time to time. This was the first time that Zhang Ji's martial arts style was fully revealed.

The spectators were a little surprised.

"Is this the Dragon Form Fist?" "Why does it look like a horizontal martial arts?"

"Is it a martial art that he practices concurrently? What about his Dragon Form Fist?"

There were many people who were full of doubts, and some even asked about Zhang Ji's specific background. However, except for a few people, the other inner disciples did not get any information.

The process of Zhang Ji becoming Daozi's true disciple was quite low-key.

Li Long deliberately simplified the process because he didn't want to make it too grand.

Otherwise, with Zhang Ji's current strength, it would be a bit unworthy for him to get the position of true disciple.

Just as Li Long said, at his age, he needs to be at least at the peak of the second-rate level to be barely qualified to become a true disciple.

Converted into the current classification of the fighting world, it is the strength of a professional sixth degree.

Zhang Ji's current level is at most the fifth professional level, and he might have even been at the fourth professional level before. If Li Long really wants to handle it in a high-profile manner and notify the entire sect, it will inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

On the ring, after fighting with Huai Wen'an for dozens of rounds, Zhang Ji was quite surprised to find that he could not gain an absolute advantage.

In terms of the burst of power alone, Huai Wen'an is even stronger than him.

Zhang Ji had to rely on the skill of absorbing rebounds in order to fight on equal terms with Huai Wen'an.

“Bang bang bang bang~! Buzz buzz buzz~!”

The fight between the two sides became more and more intense. Huai Wen'an seemed to be hammering iron, and Zhang Ji seemed to be completely indestructible. Every attack from both sides was a fierce fight, without any dodging or evasion, and all of them landed on the real target.

In the past, Zhang Ji liked such opponents very much, but today his mood was a little subtle.

Because he didn't gain the advantage.

“Buzz! Bang!”

The two sides kicked each other and their bodies separated temporarily.

Huai Wen'an slightly bent his palms, took one step forward and one step back, and stood in place while making the starting posture of tiger fist.

Zhang Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, adjusted his breathing, and suddenly, his fingers and palms curled up.

"Dragon Claw?" a spectator exclaimed.

There are claw striking techniques in the Dragon Shape Fist, but Zhang Ji’s claw skills are limited to the entry-level “Cat Claw Skill”.

However, relying on the 48th level of strength of the "Iron Shirt", his newly learned "Cat Claw Skill" can also produce great results.

This is attribute crushing!
“Shush, shush, shush~!”

The claws stretched out, and this time, Huai Wen'an was cautious and did not take it head-on. Instead, he used his skills to block Zhang Ji's claws aside.

However, Zhang Ji turned his wrist and hooked Huai Wen'an's sleeve very flexibly.

"Stab~!"

The sleeve at the front of Huai Wen'an's left arm was torn off in an instant, and several white marks appeared on his arm.

Zhang Ji thought to himself, as expected.

To be able to sustain such a powerful outburst, the opponent’s defense must be quite good.

However, if the previous attack had been completely successful, even if it couldn't tear a piece of flesh, it should have at least left a few bloody marks on him.

Huai Wen'an felt a slight pain in his arm and was slightly startled. He became more and more afraid to let Zhang Ji's claws fall on his body, and he lost his bravery and strength.

Zhang Ji was fully prepared to trade injury for injury.

He was going to bet that his Iron Shirt was stronger than the other person's body.

One is more courageous, the other is weaker.

The balance of victory and defeat began to tilt.

If the tiger-shaped fist loses its bravery, the tiger will be worse than a dog.

As Zhang Ji continued to fight, he began to incorporate some claw techniques of the Dragon Form Fist into his own moves, and he became more and more adept at fighting.

"呲呲~!"

Two fingers swept across Huai Wen'an's chest, leaving two blood marks of varying depths.

Huai Wen'an also took the opportunity to slap Zhang Ji.

"Om~!"

A buzzing sound rang out, and Zhang Ji almost completely absorbed the power of this palm, and then some of the force was rebounded to Huai Wen'an's palm, so that when he hit Zhang Ji with this palm, his palm was numb instead.

No one can practice the Iron Shirt to 480% strength.

But the pinnacle martial arts of the Vajra Sect is definitely not a simple fighting martial art where you just stand there and get beaten.

The "Vajra Indestructible Body Skill" can be said to be even tougher than the Iron Hedgehog. You cannot break its defense when you hit it, and you will be hurt in return.

The "Iron Shirt" derived from this sect has been practiced to this level by Zhang Ji, so it is normal that there are some related mysteries.

Facing such an opponent, one must be extremely cautious when fighting.

“Shush, shush, shush~!”

“Buzz buzz buzz buzz~!”

Huai Wen'an's hands kept hitting Zhang Ji's body. Zhang Ji was not wearing any protection now, so as long as he could take the opportunity to scratch Huai Wen'an, exchanging injuries for injuries would not be a problem at all.

Soon, Huai Wen'an's hands had turned completely red, from the shock. There were many marks of being attacked by claws on his body. The skin on his body and arms was covered with bloodstains, even staining his brown clothes a little red.

Zhang Ji was not unscathed either. He felt pain from Huai Wen'an's attack, but his injuries were much lighter than Huai Wen'an's.

As the fight went on, Huai Wen'an gradually retreated to the edge of the ring.

Zhang Ji stepped forward with force, which was instantly transmitted to his upper body through his waist and spine, and he suddenly punched out with a dragon fist.

"Bang~!"

Huai Wen'an used his arms to block, but was still blown away. Then he was caught by the teacher who was prepared, so he did not end up lying on the ground.

His arms were shaking and his palms were abnormally blood red. He felt so frustrated in this fight.

In the past, when he fought with others, others would always dodge his attacks and no one dared to take them head-on.

This was the first time someone almost didn't dodge and let him hit him, but he didn't really want to do it.

A real thorny iron turtle! !

"Teacher, it's time to announce the victory." Zhang Ji looked at the referee and said.

The referee was not affected by personal emotions and directly announced the winner of the game.

"The final winner of this month's competition is Zhang Ji!!"

(End of this chapter)