Siheyuan: Back to 50 years ago, Shazhu joined the army

At this time, Xingkong was serving as the referee on the second ring. A young monk came quickly to his side and whispered something in his ear.

When Xingkong heard the news, his eyes widened with anger and he shouted,

"what!"

This sound directly scared the people around.

A monk who seemed to be from the Guangtou Temple asked Xingkong,

"Brother Xingkong, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

Xingkong sighed deeply in response to his junior fellow apprentice's question.

"Xingshan, your senior brother Xinghui is dead..."

When Xingshan heard the news, he was stunned.

"What... Senior Brother Xinghui... This is impossible... He is a master at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm. His strength is enough to rank among the top five in the conference. How could... This is absolutely impossible!"

Xingkong sighed again and said, "Nothing is impossible when it comes to doing good. I have long guessed that this He is not a simple person, but I didn't expect that he could hide so deeply.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely be one of the top ten this time. Besides, he is also an official representative. I am afraid we will have no chance to deal with him in the future."

When Xingshan heard Xingkong mention the words official and top ten warriors, he instantly lost interest.

At this time, Xingkong looked towards the direction of the No. 10 ring, his eyes full of confusion...

On the other hand, He Yuzhu became famous overnight after easily defeating Xinghui. Although he still has three rounds of competition, according to the current situation, it is a foregone conclusion that he will get a place in the top ten warriors.

Yang Kun, the director of the General Security Bureau who was in charge of watching the battle outside, couldn't help but applaud after learning about He Yuzhu's achievements, because he knew that their Security Bureau had secured a place in the top 10 of this martial arts competition. This was a great achievement that could be recorded in the merit book in the future.

After a 10-minute break, the fourth round began. He Yuzhu's opponent at this time was Zhao Xingwu, the direct descendant of the Northern Tongbeiquan, a martial artist in the middle stage of the Grandmaster Realm and also a player who had a bye in the previous round.

As soon as he stepped onto the ring, he felt the oppression from He Yuzhu on the opposite side. As expected, the aura of a martial artist at the peak of the Grandmaster level was so terrifying. He had not experienced this feeling when watching the fight below the ring, but when he faced it in person, he understood it.

At this moment, Zhao Xingwu didn't even have the slightest thought of taking action, because he knew that he had no chance of winning at all. He felt that he didn't know whether it was unfortunate or worth being happy to face such a freak.

He shouted to the referee team in the stands,

"I give up..."

After Zhao Xingwu said this, he felt as if the heavy burden on his heart disappeared all of a sudden.

When he was stepping down from the stage, he took a special glance at the area on the ring where Xinghui was killed. Although it had been cleaned to a certain extent, the broken concrete floor and the traces of flesh and blood mixed in the soil brought him an abyss-like fear.

He felt that his decision was very wise.

After this round, He Yuzhu became the winner of the winner group, and the next step was the final competition on the No. 10 ring.

The winner group's representative, He Yuzhu, from the Security Bureau, faced off against the loser group's leader, Wang Lin, from the Iron Shirt Sect.

Wang Lin is also a master and a strong contender for the No. 10 ring. He practices iron vest. He originally faced Xing Hui in the first round. Considering the gap in strength between the enemy and him, he chose to admit defeat and entered the loser group.

It can also be considered a tactical arrangement. After all, Xinghui is the strongest in the entire No. 10 ring. Fighting him to the death from the beginning will only make things difficult for others, so he made such an arrangement.

However, the idea is beautiful and the reality is cruel. He never dreamed that Xinghui, whom he was extremely afraid of, would be defeated by an unknown official player. To be more precise, he was killed without leaving any body left.

This made Wang Lin extremely frightened. After all, he boasted that his strength was no less than that of Xing Hui. If they were to risk their lives, the odds would be at least 37: 7 for Xing Hui and 3 for himself. Now facing the mysterious He Yuzhu, he felt that his chances of winning this time might be less than %, or even zero.

If he was asked to give up like this, he would definitely be unwilling to do so. After all, his goal was to become famous, and now he was just one step away. He couldn't give up.

As the saying goes, fortune and honor are sought in risk, and without risk there will be no gain.

Although the aura emanating from He Yuzhu made him feel a little uncomfortable, as a master at the peak of his cultivation, he had no reason not to fight.

When He Yuzhu saw that Wang Lin's eyes became so determined, he knew that the other party was preparing to fight with him.

However, in his opinion, this behavior is tantamount to trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm, so he immediately started to persuade them.

"Master Wang, do you really have to fight me? I have no grudge against you, and I don't want to commit more murders. I hope you can admit defeat voluntarily, so that I won't be unable to stop and end up like Xinghui."

He Yuzhu's words were so intimidating that Wang Lin broke out in a cold sweat. After all, he had witnessed with his own eyes what had happened to Xinghui just now. Especially the so-called Golden Bell Cover, the unique skill of the Guangtou Temple, was like a piece of paper under He Yuzhu's moves.

However, the generous rewards and prizes after winning the game made Wang Lin decide to fight to the end.

"He Yuzhu, you don't need to persuade me. Now that I'm here, I can either live standing up or die lying down. I can't admit defeat voluntarily. This is the dignity of a warrior."

Hearing this, He Yuzhu thought to himself: Bullshit dignity, it's just for one's own selfish desires.

With the sound of a gong, the competition in Arena No. 10 officially began.

Wang Lin immediately took a horse stance and released his internal energy, wrapping it around his whole body. Due to his long-term practice of Iron Shirt, he looked like a golden bronze man.

"He Yuzhu, come on, I'll let you attack first!"

When He Yuzhu heard Wang Lin's words, he was instantly happy.

"Master Wang, you must be kidding me. You want me to attack first? Don't you know that I practice Bajiquan, which is best at attacking?"

Wang Lin did not respond, but looked at him solemnly.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu stopped talking and prepared to take action.

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that Wang Lin might have no other choice but to defend instead of attack.

Because the iron shirt itself focuses on defense rather than offense.

He Yuzhu is ready to try out the new skills he has learned.

The true energy in his body burst out and covered his entire body. Then he felt his body become extremely light, and then he moved.