Martial Dao Great Emperor

A clear fist mark appeared on the black stone tablet, making everyone not far away, including Zhao Liang, stare blankly and unable to believe their eyes.

A smile appeared on Luo Xiu's face, and he was quite satisfied with the effect of his second punch.

A warrior at the sixth level of body refining can leave shallow traces on the black stone tablet, but to achieve this effect, at least the seventh level of body refining can be done.

This shows that his strength is comparable to the seventh level of body refining.

"Boy, showing off your martial arts skills here is nothing. If you have the ability, don't try it."

Zhao Liang frowned and shouted, feeling that Luo Xiu was undoubtedly stealing his limelight by doing this.

"Why should I listen to you?" Luo Xiu glanced at the other party lightly.

"Huh, you don't dare to try, it proves that you don't have the ability. Since you don't have the ability, don't embarrass yourself here." Zhao Liang said forcefully.

"It's just, it's just, I don't know where I learned a powerful martial arts. What's there to show off?"

"Martial skills do not represent strength. Some people have some abilities, but they don't know how to show off everywhere. It's really disgusting."

Many other people nearby also echoed, showing contempt for Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu couldn't help but laugh. He was really speechless about the logic of these martial arts students.

"Boy, why are you laughing?" Zhao Liang snorted coldly.

"I laugh at you guys for being so self-righteous, looking higher than your head, and laughing at others because of your poor abilities." Luo Xiu said disdainfully.

"Presumptuous! Who do you think is weak?" Zhao Liang's face turned cold, especially the disdain in Luo Xiu's eyes, which made him even more angry. The aura of the sixth level of body refining made some people nearby feel depressed.

"I'm telling you, what can you do?" Luo Xiu was not afraid of the opponent's aura at all, and the fluctuations of his internal energy also spread from his body.

"Boy, you are so crazy. I heard that Zhang Hai planned to teach you a lesson last time, but Teacher Lu came to the rescue later. Otherwise, you would have been destroyed long ago."

Zhao Liang sneered and walked towards Luo Xiu, "You just said that I have no ability, do you dare to take a gamble with me?"

"What are you betting on?" Luo Xiu frowned.

"Of course it's a competition to see who can leave deeper marks on the black stone tablet. Weren't you crazy just now? Do you dare to compete?" Zhao Liang said arrogantly and confidently.

"That's right, you, a rubbish from the junior class, dare to show off. If you have the ability, just compete with Zhao Liang."

"A guy like him who shows off his little skills everywhere, if he can beat Zhao Liang, I will eat the black stone tablet!"

The people nearby started to boo, and their words were unabashedly mocking and belittling Luo Xiu.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Luo Xiu's mouth and he said: "What about the bet?"

Seeing that Luo Xiu actually agreed, Zhao Liang couldn't help but be stunned. He originally thought that Luo Xiu would give up because of fear.

"I don't think a poor guy like you can afford to gamble, so it's better to have the loser kowtow to the winner and admit his mistake!" Zhao Liang said this, he was sure that Luo Xiu would not be able to compare with him.

After all, he is at the sixth level of body training and has practiced third-level martial arts. If he attacks with all his strength, he can definitely leave clear marks.

And Luo Xiu is just a poor boy with a humble background. He only practices second-grade martial arts at most, and his cultivation level is lower than his own. There is no reason why he can beat him.

The movement happening here attracted many people to watch. They spread the news to ten and hundreds. When they heard that someone wanted to compete with Zhao Liang, more and more people came over.

"Okay, I agree!" Luo Xiu agreed immediately. The other party was so aggressive, and he had no intention of being polite. He wanted Zhao Liang to experience the consequences of provoking him!

At the same time, Luo Xiu also planned to use this matter to establish his authority, so that on the one hand, some people would not dare to trouble him, and on the other hand, the better he performed, the easier it would be to attract the attention of the teachers and elders of the Martial Hall.

"Haha, boy, you are dead!"

Zhao Liang laughed wildly, his inner energy circulated, and he suddenly shouted, "Open your eyes and see clearly!"

"Luo Guang Fist!"

Zhao Liang's fists emitted a faint light. Generally, only the seventh level of body training can make the inner energy shine. It can be seen that the martial arts he performed must be a high-level martial arts, and the martial arts he practiced must be at least the third level.

"boom!"

The black stone tablet shook, and a dull sound came out. Zhao Liang struck with all his strength, and his fist left a clear mark on the stone tablet.

"Amazing!"

The crowd watching nearby screamed.

"I just saw the light of inner energy emitting from Zhao Liang's fist, which shows that his attack is comparable to the seventh level of body refining."

"Well, although it is still not comparable to the real seventh level of body refining, it is not far behind. It seems that Zhao Liang's cultivation level should be about to break through."

People were shocked, and at the same time they were envious of Zhao Liang's martial arts talent.

In martial arts training, talent is very important. With the same time and the same resources, some people's ten years of training may not be as good as a genius's one year of training.

Not only that, for the same martial arts, people with high talents are more likely to understand the secrets and display them with greater power.

"Trash, it's your turn, wait and kowtow to me to admit your mistake!" Zhao Liang looked at Luo Xiu proudly.

On the black stone tablet, two fist marks are clearly visible, one is the fist mark made by Luo Xiu before, and the other is the fist mark made by Zhao Liang with all his strength just now. However, Zhao Liang's fist mark is clearer and more concave than Luo Xiu's. Deeper.

Luo Xiu was too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Tiger style!"

With a soft drink, he suddenly moved, and with the momentum of a tiger descending from the mountain, he punched the black stone tablet.

"This is...Dragon Tiger Fist?"

"I heard that although Dragon and Tiger Fist is a second-grade martial arts, many people practice it just for its own sake without any charm. Looking at the posture Luo Xiu displays, it seems that he has understood the essence of it."

"No way? This kid has such a high talent for martial arts?"

Luo Xiu's performance also aroused a lot of surprises.

"Bang!"

The tiger style bombarded the black stone tablet, and the fierce wind of the fist struck and swept away, bringing up a cloud of dust, full of power.

Everyone stared at this moment, wanting to see how powerful Luo Xiu's punch was.

The next moment, there was silence.

"This...how is this possible?"

When Zhao Liang saw the fist mark on the black stone tablet, he was stunned, and his mood sank to the bottom in an instant.

"Look, the fist mark left by Luo Xiu looks like a tiger's head!" someone exclaimed.

"Really?" Others stared curiously.

"Holy crap, it actually looks like a roaring tiger's mouth!"

"Oh my God, did I read that right?"

"I heard that only by understanding the essence of Dragon Tiger Fist and Tiger Style can we achieve this effect!"

"There are two styles of Dragon Tiger Fist, and there is another style called Tenglong Style. I wonder if he has mastered it."

The crowd exclaimed and marveled. At this moment, everyone looked at Luo Xiu, no longer with disdain and ridicule, but with deep shock.

Zhao Liang was also completely stunned. There was no comparison between the marks he had just left on the black stone tablet and the tiger head fist print left by Luo Xiu using the Dragon Tiger Fist and Tiger Style.

"This is impossible! Even a seventh-level body-refining warrior cannot make such a deep fist mark!" Zhao Liang couldn't believe it, and his lips trembled a little.

At this moment, many martial arts students who were originally on Zhao Liang's side looked at him with a trace of pity in their eyes.

In this gambling competition, who is strong and who is weak has been determined.

"Senior Brother Zhao Liang, according to our previous bet agreement, shouldn't you kowtow and admit your mistake now?" Luo Xiu said with a sneer.

He didn't provoke Zhao Liang from the beginning, but the other party felt that he had stolen his limelight and became aggressive. He even proposed a contest of kowtow and admit his mistakes, determined to make him unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life.

"Boy named Luo, don't go too far!" Zhao Liang said with a gloomy expression.

"You proposed the bet, are you going to regret it? Everyone is watching you!" Luo Xiu sneered.

As the saying goes, those who humiliate others will always humiliate them. Luo Xiu knew very well that even if he let Zhao Liang go today, the other party would not only not be grateful to him, but would also hate him.

"Good martial arts training does not mean that you are strong. You'd better not push yourself too far!" Zhao Liang had a ruthless look in his eyes.

"Yes, Luo Xiu, since you have already won, why are you still forcing yourself to fight?"

"We are all students of the Martial Palace. We don't look up when we meet each other. It would be too much if you really want Zhao Liang to kowtow and admit his mistake."

Among the crowd of onlookers, some people who usually had a good relationship with Zhao Liang spoke up.

Luo Xiu's eyes were cold, he glanced at the people who were talking, and sneered: "If I were the loser, would you let me go?"

When these people were glanced at by Luo Xiu, they couldn't help but take two steps back. In fact, everyone present was not a fool, but no one stood up to say a word to Luo Xiu, but they didn't want to offend Zhao Liang.

"I'll destroy you!"

When Luo Xiu was intimidating those people, Zhao Liang, who was standing opposite him, suddenly took action with a ferocious face. His arms were like two pythons, intertwined with each other, and the inner energy was flowing, fierce and clever.

This is clearly another third-grade martial art, Double Python Fist. Although it is not as powerful as Luo Guang Fist, it is extremely fast and hard to guard against.

He made up his mind that he would never kowtow and admit his mistake. As long as Luo Xiu was deposed, even if he would be shamed, it would be better than being unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life.

"Tamron style!"

With an angry shout, Luo Xiu circulated his inner energy to the extreme, jumped up, avoided the vital points, extended his arms, like a swimming dragon, brought up the afterimage with his fists, and fiercely blasted towards Zhao Liang.

Zhao Liang's expression changed. He didn't expect Luo Xiu to be able to dodge his attacks and counterattack when he was in danger.

He quickly changed his moves, a faint light lit up between his hands, and used his strongest martial skill, Luo Guang Fist.

"Bang!"

The fists of the two collided together, and everyone onlookers could feel the pain on their cheeks caused by the strong wind.

Zhao Liang trembled, and there was a sharp pain in his fist. The energy and blood in his body surged, and he almost vomited blood.

"You! Kneel down!"