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Chapter 138 Chapter 137
The next day's contest proceeded in an orderly manner.

It's just that Chen Jue has never met a Huajin master who is proficient in fighting like Li Xiang, not even a master of Darkness. The few players who will face him in his turn are ordinary practitioners, and it is already very easy to know a few Mingjin Kungfu. Not bad.

The two games in the morning and the one in the afternoon were decided simply and neatly. Chen Jue left the venue and went back to the room of the guest house to rest.

This kind of internal alchemy has the effect of practicing qi to transform spirit, opening up wisdom and refreshing the brain, and can subtly change Chen Jue's will.

Although it is not a skill that majors in spiritual willpower, it is more or less useful. The only pity is that this skill lacks certain prerequisites.

Just like practicing Shaolin Pai Kung Fu, you need to hit the body with the corresponding row of bricks to unlock it.

It's just that the original exercises of this big and small Zhoutian, including the attribute panel, didn't give direct prompts, which made Chen Xinzhi feel itchy, so he could only practice hard.

After the final round of elimination on the morning of the third day, Chen Jue's only opponent was the Shaolin monk Yantong whom he had met in front of the force-measuring machine in the training ground.

After seeing the contest between Chen Jue and Li Xiang, the Yantong monk had already regarded Chen Jue as a super rival.

I went back and studied Chen Jue's fighting style with several senior brothers. I found that this young man seemed to have learned several kinds of horizontal hard kung fu, as well as one hand Extremely powerful Tai Chi.

After such an analysis, Monk Yantong felt that Chen Jue, a folk master of unknown origin, was so unpredictable that he was in a state of excitement even before he played.

This is similar to how an athlete warms up his body before a game and keeps him excited, which will allow him to maintain a better game state, and only then can he exert greater strength after playing.

"Junior brother! Be careful!" a middle-aged monk exhorted beside him.

"Understood brother, I will do my best!"

Monk Yantong nodded. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe, and the sleeves and trousers were tightly tied up with a rope. This was to prevent him from being blocked by the wind when he made a move. The few Shaolin monks who came here were all dressed in this way.

Monk Yantong finished his low-pitched chat with several fellow apprentices, and then walked out of the competition circle in a leisurely manner from the rest area.

Since it was the last decisive match, there was no red rope circled in the venue, and the size of the venue was no longer limited, but the two contestants were allowed to decide the winner by themselves.

At this time, Chen Jue was still wearing casual sportswear, and also walked off the stage slowly.

Seeing the two people appearing on the stage, the whole venue became silent.

During these two days of observation, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this Shaolin monk and this extraordinary Chuanquan master are all capable of real kung fu.

Therefore, as soon as the two of them appeared on the stage, everyone in the venue began to hold their breath quietly before they started to fight each other.

It was a silent atmosphere, coupled with the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, it seemed that the air began to freeze!
Under such attention, ordinary people would feel flustered every few seconds, and only those athletes who have experienced competitions or people with strong willpower can withstand such pressure.

"Amitabha! Yantong, Shaolin Temple, met Master Chen! Please, Master Chen, be merciful!" Monk Yantong folded his palms together and performed the etiquette of a monk. Although his mouth was modest, his eyes shone with a win belief.

"Where! Master Yantong is too polite!"

"Let's just rely on our abilities!" Chen Jue clasped his fists at the other party, and at the same time carefully sized up the Yantong monk.

I saw that this monk Yantong was only in his early 30s, his face was white and beardless, his facial features were distinct, his body was strong and straight under the monk's clothes, his hands and feet were thick, although he was a bit shorter than Chen Jue, his body exuded an inexplicable aura self-confidence.

When the referee at the side announced the start of the contest, Yantong who was wearing the yellow monk's robe was the first to act!
I saw him stepping with both feet, and his figure quickly swept across the wooden floor. When he landed, it didn't sound like he was stepping on the ground, but like a dragonfly touching water, silently, four or five meters away.

"The superficial lifting technique in Shaolin's 72 stunts?"

"Isn't this light kung fu and agility said to be lost? There are still monks who can practice it!" Chen Jue has read various classics during this time, and he can basically recognize some martial arts foundations at a glance.

In his eyes, Monk Yantong's body skills have already acquired the essence of being superficial.

But although Monk Yantong is fast, Chen Jue is faster than him!

I saw Chen Jue's feet slid forward, and his figure was like a butterfly wearing a flower, almost pounced around the monk Yantong, grabbed it with one hand, and directly probed the opponent with perfect golden needle fingering skills.

And this Yantong monk leaned his body, almost showing a 45-degree tilt posture. While passing by Chen Jue's side at high speed, he held his claws with both hands, and his fingernails collapsed, as if they had been bounced on gold and iron. On average, the Qi Penetrating Dragon Claw in Shaolin Dragon Claw's hand was torn apart from Chen Jue's Golden Needle Finger Skill.

Puff, puff, claws clashed, and there was a burst of explosion in the air. Everyone on the stage saw that the two people in the field shot like lightning, and after a few claws, one of them separated behind.

After being caught, Monk Yantong only felt numbness in his fingers, as if it was not human fingers that were scratched just now, but iron bars!
It's just that the martial arts competition was not over yet, Monk Yantong resisted the pain in his fingers, twisted his body, and let out a "drink" sound suddenly. The strength of the whole body increased greatly in the next instant.When his whole body turned black and blue, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of iron clothes. His fingers collapsed, and his dragon shape changed into an eagle shape. With a step forward, the figure stepped forward again, and swung its claws to cover Chen Jue's face.

"Eagle Claw Iron Shirt!"

Chen Jue recognized the monk's change of move, and he didn't dodge when he saw it. He stood up on the Taijiquan stand, swung his left foot outward, retracted his right foot, and hugged his hands forward. His figure squeezed forward like a big curved bow. Swinging his hands flat like lightning, he clasped the opponent's eagle claws, sat back, clasped his hands and pulled back, taking advantage of the situation to distort the opponent's pounce.

This is a method of catching a sparrow's tail in Taijiquan. It is difficult to fly a sparrow's tail.

What's more, Chen Jue has already reached the 4th level of Taijiquan, and he has the strength of thousands of catties. This time he recruited sparrow tails, let alone sparrows, even the most ferocious eagles would have to be pressed to the ground and unable to fly!

Monk Yantong saw that his pounce was being distracted by the opponent, he just wanted to cheer up and roar, and interfered with Chen Jue with the continued King Kong Lion Roar, but Chen Jue's style of catching the bird's tail continued to change, while holding the opponent's eagle claws , the figure squeezed forward again, hitting the crotch close to the body, with a bang, the monk Yantong hit the ground with stares in his eyes, and then pulled his hand and flicked, sending the Shaolin monk flying five or six meters away. Far.

The audience on the stage saw it most clearly. In their eyes, just after the monk Yantong threw himself into Chen Jue's arms, within two seconds, he was like an arrow flying upside down. It flew out, and then fell heavily to the ground with a muffled bang.

His whole body was thrown to the ground in a mess, and when he staggered up, he realized that his arms were swollen badly. It was obvious that Chen Jue's tai chi shaking had lifted his shoulders directly. Dislocated.

"Master! Accepted!" Chen Jue bowed back with cupped fists, with a detached demeanor, like a young master.

And the soldiers watching on the stage, as well as the folk practitioners, broke out incomparable cheers and applause at the moment when the winner was decided.

Seeing this, Monk Yantong's eyes showed unwillingness, and finally he slumped on the ground, obviously he didn't expect that he would lose so completely and so quickly.

It wasn't until several senior brothers came up and took him to the infirmary to repair the dislocated injury that he came to his senses and muttered to himself with some remorse: "It's me who made a mistake..."

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