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Text Chapter 502 The Final Battle {Sunshine Boy} 2

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    "Okay, you will get stronger with age!" "You are really Lianpo." "You can actually support it until now. You are so experienced. I think among the boxers in the world, who dares to underestimate Master Zhu Hongzhi now and say that he is old? Can't fight?" "Seize the opportunity.  It¡¯s just right, it¡¯s really amazing.¡± When Zhu Hongzhi killed Ray Gracie, the older generation jiu-jitsu master, the audience burst into warm applause and admiration. They were still amazed.  The warm applause, admiration, and surprise were so sensational that they were even more intense than a fight between alchemy masters.  It seems that Zhu Hongzhi's spirit has impressed everyone.  Indeed, it is simply a miracle that such a boxer with an aging body still reaches the end on the stage where all the masters in the world are fighting life and death.  Everyone has to admit that Zhu Hongzhi himself is really a miracle.  Facing such warm applause and cheers, Zhu Hongzhi shook his head, took two sharp breaths, his face was as calm as water, and walked step by step.  The fight just now, although it only lasted a few hands, had consumed all his energy and physical strength.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  "There are still fifteen people left, and some of them still have the chance to abstain. Then I have to take another turn to enter the industry of the top ten masters in the world. I hope I won't fall short." Zhu Hongzhi thought secretly in his heart.  He has also worked hard for his life. With experience and luck, he has reached this point. Now he is only one step away from achieving success.  But the last step is particularly difficult.  Zhu Hongzhi knew that he was likely to die in the battle.  After Zhu Hongzhi walked step by step, the eighth day of the martial arts conference came to an end and ended.  There was no talking all night, and in the early morning of the next day, the final battle of the martial arts tournament began again.  This is the ninth day of battle.  At this time, there were several more people in the stands.  In the best position of the stands, in the middle of the front rows, only a few dozen steps away from the field, Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin, a big shot, appeared, surrounded by guards.  Dozens of stars surrounded it like a moon.  Not far from him, several important leaders of the European Union were surrounded by expert bodyguards. They were sitting in the center, observing the competition in the venue.  At this time, big names also came to the domestic army, including several generals with three stars on their shoulders.  There are also two standing committee figures from the political world, of course.  There were more guards around them.  As the martial arts tournament progressed, the amount of money involved in the international black market grew larger and larger, and some countries even put it on the market for gambling.  And buy lottery tickets and bet on horses.  Stocks are average.  Even in the international financial market, industrial stocks related to the Tang Sect, as well as sports and fighting stocks, are all rising sharply with the victory of the martial arts conference.  All of this is enough to disrupt the international financial market.  And this is a real fight, with the invisible melody of death rippling everywhere.  A wonderful performance mixed with the peak of human physical strength.  Sitting in the box is no longer enough to see the excitement.  So all the big shots moved out of their boxes and came in person.  Choose a good location and witness the final grand event with your own eyes under heavy protection.  On the morning of the ninth day, the last fifteen people in the martial arts conference are likely to decide the final winner during this day.  Fifteen people, there are not many battles left.  This is also likely to be the battle on the last day of the martial arts tournament.  At this last moment, everyone inside and outside the venue was very excited, and even the spectators were filled with excitement and excitement.  Even the politicians and officials in the venue, no matter how cold-blooded, no matter how cunning, no matter how good at controlling their emotions, showed extremely excited expressions, and no one concealed their inner emotions.  At the last moment, the big screen of the computer started to flicker slowly as if it was emotional.  The names flowed past one by one, and the blood-red font showed the madness of the final killing.     ninth day.     First round.  Bai Quanyi.  Pusey.  Pushi is the last Russian martial artist, and the last non-Chinese candidate for the martial arts conference.  This old Russian man is not tall, but unusually thin, with a somewhat thin body. He has white hair and blue eyes, and his eye sockets are sunken, like two will-o'-the-wisps. His whole body exudes a gloomy decay, as if  He is a dying old man who is about to die in a coffin.  But anyone who understands can see that there is something hidden in this old man.There is a kind of fierceness and bravery of a martial artist in him.  This is also his last battle. As long as he wins this one, even if he retires, he can still enter the top ten in the martial arts conference.  But the person standing in front of him is Bai Quanyi, who is famous for his cruelty.  Bai Quanyi stole the show at this martial arts conference, if only for his cruel and vomiting methods.  Now that the white leopard is standing here, his whole body is exuding a murderous aura that is so strong that it is almost real. He sniffs and sniffs, and he can even smell the smell of blood on his body that cannot be washed away.  As soon as Bai Quanyi came on the stage, he stared at the old Russian man Pusi in front of him.  And Puxi also stared at him, neither of them spoke, waiting quietly.  Until the countdown was displayed on the big screen of the computer, Bai Quanyi smiled softly, his teeth slightly exposed, white.  Pu Xi saw Bai Quan Yi¡¯s white teeth, and his eyes flashed, almost glowing with green fire.  It seems that he is saving all his strength and making a last ditch effort.  Five, four, three The countdown on the computer has finally reached its final moment.  Many people present held their breath, preparing to watch the fierce fighting begin.  Although the battle between Bai Quanyi and Puxi was not the best, in the end, this battle was able to determine the final top ten places in the martial arts conference.  The stakes outside the field are also huge, not to mention that Puxi is now the last non-Chinese candidate for this battle.  There are so many things involved.  However, the situation at the scene was beyond everyone¡¯s expectations.  During the last three seconds of the countdown, Pusey suddenly raised his hands high, shouted something in Russian, and backed away.  This Russian phrase means "give up".  At this juncture, Puxi¡¯s three chances to abstain have been exhausted.  Abstaining now would mean complete disqualification.  However, at the last moment of gathering strength, the Russian martial artist gave up due to the confrontation with Bai Quanyi.  There was an uproar at the scene, especially in the direction where the Russian Prime Minister was sitting. Everyone saw it. The Prime Minister cursed angrily.  But no one could understand what he was cursing.  Bai Quanyi let out a long sigh.  The voice could not express the regret.  Although he won without a fight in the last three seconds, everyone could tell that this "God of Killing" was very melancholy.  Pusey abstained.  Everyone present was Chinese.  Of course, the only exception is the god leader with long eyebrows. He has no nationality or ethnicity. He looks like a Chinese, but he doesn't seem to be a Chinese.  No one knows his ultimate birth lineage.  Abstain from this one.  Only the last fourteen people were left in the martial arts conference.  Wang Chao, leader of god.  Ba Liming, Yan Yuanyi.  Fengcai, Yue Peng, Huo Linger, Wang Hongji, Luo Xiaomeng, Zhao Xinglong, Tan Wendong, Liu Jiajun, Bai Quanyi, Zhu Hongzhi.  Among these fourteen people, there are still four fights. If four more people are eliminated, the last four places in the martial arts conference will be left.  After the duel between Bai Quanyi and Puxi ended, half an hour passed, and the big screen of the computer once again ranked the candidates.  Wang Hongji.  Tan Wendong.  Seeing that he was facing Tan Wendong, Wang Chao's disciple, Wang Hongji's eyes were still very calm, without any emotion. He just walked off the field, looked at Tan Wendong, who was three or four years younger than him, and said: "Wendong,  Are you competing for weapons, or fists and kicks? " " Tan Wendong is dressed like a teenager who has just entered high school. If he walked out, no one would know that such a young boy was once dominating.  The boss of the underworld is now a powerful figure in the Tang Sect, and has even reached the top fourteen top masters in the martial arts conference.  As you wish.  " Faced with Wang Hongji's inquiry, Tan Wendong only said four words. "Huh?  Wang Hongji showed a surprised look on his face: "Wendong, aren't you good at chain darts?"  A chain dart and a gun appear and disappear. Today is already the last moment of the martial arts competition. Why should we give up our strengths?  " Under the spotlight, Tan Wendong raised his hands slightly, opened his mouth, and actually said "ah" and yawned, lazily as if he had just woken up in a warm sunny afternoon and was full of energy. "He was doing it on purpose.  Release stress?  "Wang Hongji didn't expect that Tan Wendong would make such a lazy move in front of him. "It doesn't seem to be the case. He really didn't seem to take the fight to heart, and the pressure of the last moments of the martial arts conference didn't weigh on him either.  .  ¡± With Tan Wendong¡¯s support,Waist up and yawning, Wang Hongji was confused at first, staring at his every move with sharp eyes, but a fresh breath from the other party came to his face.  This breath is very sunny, fresh, energetic and prosperous.  Sunshine boy.  These are the four words that Wang Hongji feels about Tan Wendong. ?? A sunny boy who is new to the world and has an innocent mind.  But Wang Hongji knew that the words "sunshine boy" had nothing to do with Tan Wendong.  But I just felt the sunshine and the fresh breath.  Wang Hongji also felt a little strange and confused in his heart.  "Has he refined his boxing skills to eliminate all impurities? His temperament has been completely transformed, which is equivalent to a spiritual rebirth. If this is the case, this competition will be difficult to win." Wang Hongji thought.  "The countdown is about to begin, let's start with fists and kicks." Tan Wendong tilted his head, looked at the big screen of the computer, and said lazily.  "Okay." Wang Hongji agreed, and with all his strength, he started to use the boy's skill. At the same time, he eliminated all distracting thoughts in his mind and entered a state of preparation for war.
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