I Synthesize Infinite Entries In A Chaotic World

On the third day of May, it snowed heavily.

In the outer courtyard of the Wave Boxing Gym, a spacious and tall competition arena has already been set up.

In the courtyard, all the apprentices participating in the competition have arrived, a total of twenty people. Apart from this, there is no outsider. The competition in the boxing gym is only open to the inside and not to the outside world. All outsiders are prohibited from watching.

After all, if the apprentices perform well, it's okay to say that it can bring face to the boxing gym, but if they make a fool of themselves and are seen by outsiders, it will be a loss of face, and they will not be able to recruit new disciples in the future.

Old man Wu didn't dare to bet on the annual competition.

In front of the arena, three seats were set up.

Sitting in the center is the white-haired old man Wu. On both sides of him are his daughter Wu Ling and his beloved disciple Zhao Tao.

Li Yun stood in the crowd. His tall and majestic body stood out among the apprentices and was very eye-catching.

Next to him was Wang Long. After two days, Wang Long seemed to have figured it out and did not mention what happened that day again. His eyes were blazing and his whole body was full of fighting spirit. Li Yun was also surprised by this state of mind.

He originally thought that after Wang Long had experienced so many setbacks, not only would he become decadent in the end, he would at least have some effects. Unexpectedly, not only did Wang Long not become decadent, but he became even more motivated.

His ability to adjust mentally is top-notch.

"Brother Wang, congratulations on regaining your previous fighting spirit," Li Yun said with a smile and congratulations.

Wang Long touched the back of his head and smiled: "Just look away, it's no big deal."

"Wait a minute, brother Li, please fight me with all your strength!" Wang Long said, staring at Li Yun with warlike eyes.

When Li Yun saw this, he laughed dumbly: "Okay."

He estimated that these days of suppression had finally unleashed Wang Long's potential. Maybe just yesterday, he had a huge breakthrough in his boxing skills or strength.

Otherwise, Wang Long wouldn't seem to be a different person.

After talking to Wang Long, Li Yun looked at Zhou Song on the martial arts arena.

Zhou Song was wearing thin training clothes, with bulging muscles and a tall body standing in the middle of the ring. In his right hand, he held a bamboo tube with twenty bamboo sticks in it.

These twenty bamboo sticks are probably used to select candidates for the competition.

Everyone present also understood this and started to chatter immediately. Li Yun was even more keenly aware of a gaze staring at him like a knife.

As a martial artist, Li Yun's nerves were much sharper than ordinary people. He immediately looked over with incomparable accuracy. It was Zhang Yan who was only five or six meters away from him. He was the young master who wanted to use money to make himself lose to him. When he saw Li Yun He looked over and even curled his lips provocatively.

The brain is sick.

Speechless in his heart, Li Yun looked back.

On the ring, Zhou Song, as the second senior brother in the boxing gym, said solemnly: "Quiet!"

The noisy scene fell silent instantly.

After Zhou Song calmed down, he continued: "The only rule of this competition is that no one will die. In addition, if the opponent is defeated and surrendered or fainted or kicked out of the ring, it is victory."

"The one who comes first in the competition can enter the inner courtyard."

"Twenty bamboo sticks correspond to twenty of you. Your names are written on the bamboo sticks. For the first time, two bamboo sticks are drawn. The loser retires and the winner defends the ring. After that, the person who beats the opponent is drawn. If the person holding the ring fails, The one who beats the opponent becomes the one who defends the opponent, until he defeats everyone and becomes the number one.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally quiet scene became boiling again. This rule is not fair... If it is really done like this, the one in front will suffer more. After all, if you don't have enough physical strength to defend the ring, you really can't hold it.

No matter how strong you are, if your energy is wasted by each opponent, sooner or later you will lose due to lack of energy.

Li Yun naturally understood this truth. Old Man Wu wanted to raise Gu and kill the best one.

In other words, he did not want these apprentices in the courtyard to enter the inner courtyard.

Regarding this, Li Yun looked calm. He had the strength of a dragon and a tiger in his body, and his physical strength was inhuman. Even if he became the first one to defend the ring, he would not be afraid at all.

He also wants the entry, and he also wants to enter the inner courtyard.

After practicing the Wave Boxing to great perfection, Li Yun could faintly notice that every time he finished a set of boxing techniques, he always felt a little incomplete, just like the feeling of discomfort when Xiaorou suddenly stopped competing with Xiaorou when he was about to get excited about the competition.

Obviously, there is a follow-up to the wave fist to Dielang. The old man Wu was very smart and did not hand over the complete boxing technique to them. If he wanted to learn the follow-up, he had to enter the inner courtyard.

"Quiet!"

Zhou Song shouted again: "Those who are dissatisfied can leave."

No one left, this was the last chance, no one wanted to let it go.

Seeing this, Zhou Song began to shake the bamboo tube. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the bamboo tube, and it seemed that as the bamboo tube shook, their minds were also shaking.

Except for Li Yun, no one wants to be the first.

Snap!

Two bamboo sticks flew out of the bamboo tube and fell to the ground. Zhou Song bent down to pick them up. After seeing the names, he said lightly: "First game, Wang Long, Zhang Yan."

Huh... I don’t know how many people were relieved after hearing this result. Li Yun shook his head. Unfortunately, there was one less entry this time.

"Brother Li, I'm going too!"

"come on."

Wang Long clasped his fists and strode forward full of fighting spirit. After a few steps, he jumped onto the ring.

On the other hand, Zhang Yan's steps were brisk, he touched the ground twice, his body jumped up like a breeze, and landed gracefully. It was obvious that Zhang Yan had practiced Qing Gong footwork.

After the two landed, they clasped their fists and saluted until Zhou Song started firing. At the same time, they both shot at the same time in order to seize the opportunity.

Wang Long's Wave Fist has obviously achieved some success. His fists are powerful and explosive. From time to time, there are explosions in the air, just like a wave. As time goes by, the fists become more and more fierce and fast!

Zhang Yan's footwork is agile and he keeps retreating and moving to dodge. He obviously knows the weakness of the Wave Fist - it consumes an astonishing amount of energy.

His purpose is to exhaust Wang Lung's physical strength and finally defeat the opponent easily.

Wang Long obviously understood, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more alarming, and he punched wildly regardless of physical exertion.

Even at the peak of his momentum, Wang Long launched a wave of moves that made the air explode, but was still dodged by Zhang Yan.

"Idiot," Zhang Yan sneered. Seeing that Wang Long's physical strength was almost exhausted, he stopped dodging and stepped forward, striking out with the Wave Fist like a storm.

How could Wang Long, whose physical strength was almost exhausted, resist Zhang Yan, who was still able to attack with all his strength?

In just two or three breaths, the situation was reversed. Wang Long was forced to retreat continuously, and Yao struggled to resist. He was also punched several times all over his body. His face turned red to the extreme, as if he was about to spurt out a mouthful of blood at the next moment. .

"You think you can be so arrogant with your small achievements in boxing? It's ridiculous. Five days ago, I had already achieved some success in Wave Boxing!"

"get out!"

Zhang Yan laughed loudly and kicked Wang Long out of the ring at the end of his strength.

"Zhang Yan, win!" Zhou Song shouted loudly.

Under the stage, Wang Long looked gray.

Zhou Song shook the bamboo tube, preparing to draw the next person. Seeing this, Zhang Yan immediately said: "Senior brother, wait a minute."

"In my opinion, there is no need to extract anymore."

"I, Zhang Yan, am not a waste. People who have not yet mastered my boxing skills should not challenge me. Masters, only fight with masters."

After Zhang Yan finished speaking, he looked down at the apprentices with a arrogant tone. Finally, he looked sharply at Li Yun.

"So Li Yun, do you dare to step forward and fight?!"

Also, around ten o'clock! Or eleven!