Chapter 813: Chapter 813: Xingyi Hua Wushuang
Hua Wushuang stepped onto the stage, his sharp eyes scanning the contestant seats, briefly pausing on Li Feng. Li Feng also noticed this gaze.
Li Feng squinted his eyes, returning a calm look.
He was curious if this Hua Wushuang would call him up.
The result.
Hua Wushuang directly said, "Who hasn’t fought yet?"
"Only number 230, number 251, and number 256," the Ling Family sisters looked at the stat board.
The stat board listed all the information for sixty-four contestants.
Most people had already completed one match, and by the time it was Hua Wushuang’s turn to compete, only three hadn’t fought yet.
In the first round, almost everyone chose to rest after one match to understand the strength of other opponents.
The competition rules seemed disordered, but there was significant strategy involved in skillfully using the rules and choosing the best opponents, which was the key to victory and earning points.
Choose the softest persimmon to pinch.
Anyone who advanced through the preliminary tournament of more than three thousand people wouldn’t be a fool; they were all sharp-minded.
The no-fight period was only three hours, and, by the time, the first no-fight period had more than an hour left.
Hua Wushuang could only choose one of the three.
"Number 230, then."
Hua Wushuang randomly called out one, dismissing numbers 251 and 256 as options.
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Number 230 swore but still stood up. This number 230 was a giant man standing two meters tall, with a robust physique weighing at least over two hundred pounds, and his muscular build was like iron armor.
"Number 230 seems to be from the Vajra Sect. This Vajra Sect specializes in Hard Qi Gong, and everyone in this sect is almost entirely muscle-bound giants. Moreover, to hone their muscles as hard as rock, they even use secret techniques to temper their muscles and bones."
"Yes, this Vajra Sect isn’t easy to handle; otherwise, no one would have wanted to face him just now. Besides, Tie Xuan, this guy, is the head of the Eight Great Vajra of the Vajra Sect."
"To say that this Vajra Sect is unlucky is an understatement. On land, they’re kings, but who would have thought over half of them are landlubbers, otherwise there wouldn’t have been only three people advancing from the preliminary rounds, with the whole Eight Great Vajra present, tsk."
Everyone present was chattering.
The Ling Family sisters looked at the little giant-like Tie Xuan walking onto the stage. The younger sister compared their heights with her hand, feeling a bit disheartened to find that she only came up to his chest, and his physique was at least three times hers.
Even adding the two sisters together, they were no match.
"Haha, this comparison is indeed a bit cute."
"Ahem, now let contestant number 198 and contestant number 230 prepare, the match begins."
Clang.
The gong sounded.
Tie Xuan’s muscles tightened, and his already snug outer clothes tore with a ripping sound. The Ling Family sisters, who had just stepped off the stage, were dumbfounded at the sight.
"Oh my god, is this the tearing effect?"
"It seems like number 230’s muscles are exploding, containing infinite power like a volcano, and looking at his muscles, he has twelve abs."
"Shouldn’t there only be eight?"
Ling Shuang said dumbfoundedly.
Beside her, her sister Ling Xue exclaimed, "Quick, look at his arm, don’t those bulging veins look like a menacing dragon?"
"Our number 198 contestant seems to have chosen a formidable opponent; will this be a hard-fought battle?"
"But our number 198 isn’t weak either; he’s the senior brother from the Xingyi Sect, which is one of the top three schools in National Martial Arts, alongside Tai Chi and Eight Diagrams."
"But their physique difference is too big."
"Can he really move number 230, who’s all muscles?"
Just as the commentators, the Ling Family sisters, continued their commentary with eloquence.
Tie Xuan on the stage looked at Hua Wushuang across him: "Hua Wushuang, your renowned name is like thunder in my ears."
"Rumor has it in the world that you might be the fastest to promote to Grandmaster in this era, and you’ve already reached the Unity Realm of returning to simplicity."
"Hmph."
"I just don’t believe that, Tie Xuan from the Vajra Sect, today I’m going to fight you, the future Grandmaster."
Tie Xuan spoke while working out his muscles and bones, his arms making cracking sounds, and as he finished speaking, he stomped his foot.
Originally, the wooden-planked stage emitted a harsh cracking sound.
Tie Xuan lifted his foot and charged forward like a human tank, each step making the floor crack under the pressure, and as he neared Hua Wushuang, a pair of iron fists, like cannon barrels, directly punched at Hua Wushuang like a comet.
Li Feng, sitting seven or eight meters away, could hear the swoosh of air displacement on the stage. This punch produced a sonic boom, the air seemingly shattering bit by bit.
The Vajra Sect’s Iron Fist is quite terrifying.
Facing this iron fist, Hua Wushuang remained calm, his figure swaying like wind, as if he were a leaf caught in a breeze.
The punch grazed Hua Wushuang’s temple, but Hua Wushuang’s expression remained unchanged, as if strolling in his home garden, he stepped forward gradually, raising his fist leisurely.
This punch wasn’t fast.
Visible to the naked eye.
Compared to the torrential power of Tie Xuan’s iron fist, Hua Wushuang’s punch seemed ordinary, like a woman gently tapping your chest.
"Half-step Burst."
Hua Wushuang walked up to Tie Xuan, half-step distance, and punched out.
Seemingly without exerting force.
The punch landed on Tie Xuan’s twelve-pack muscle armor, and Tie Xuan bent over, unable to hold his breath.
"Ugh!"
Towering like a bear, Tie Xuan let out a muffled groan and staggered back several steps.
Then sat on the stage with a thud.
"Hiss!"
This Hua Wushuang is absurdly strong.
"Is this returning to simplicity? Hua Wushuang is said to have the intent of a Grandmaster; I thought it was exaggeration, but I didn’t expect it to be this terrifying."
"Who could beat him? Even in our group, no one in the Southeast Division could match him. Probably only in the national competition could he meet experts who could stand toe-to-toe with him."
"I don’t know, but I’ll definitely stay far away from Hua Wushuang. If I really have bad luck, I’d rather concede."
"Tie Xuan is the foremost of the Eight Great Vajra of the Vajra Sect, yet couldn’t withstand Hua Wushuang’s half-step burst punch. If we went up there, we’d probably suffer internal injuries and vomit blood."
Li Feng looked at Hua Wushuang, no wonder Li Bielang told him to concede last night, this Hua Wushuang is indeed formidable.
Hua Wushuang approached Tie Xuan: "Concede, or continue?"
Tie Xuan was truly unwilling, but facing Hua Wushuang, he reluctantly said, "I concede."
"Continue, or step down for a rest."
Hua Wushuang didn’t directly answer, but looked towards the audience, his gaze falling on Li Feng.