This is the first time that Sister Fox has witnessed Shen Chong's battle on the spot. She really cannot connect the man on the ring with the talented technical master in her memory.

But she subconsciously took away her right hand, and there was no reason, but a voice in the dark told her that Shen Chong was sure to win this battle.

"I'm sure to win! I'm sure to win! I'm sure to win!"

The third sister lowered her head slightly, and Liang Zai, who was squatting in front of her, was muttering.

Go to you, it turns out that this is you in the dark!

Shen Chong inside had already had a close contact with Feng Qinshan again.

When Shen Chong no longer retained it, but instead tried his best to compress the strength and exert it all over his body, his punch and kick could create a great sense of oppression on Feng Qinshan.

Reason told Feng Qinshan that at this time, he should completely distance himself from Shen Chong again.

Feng Qinshan knew that this method of excessive explosion potential had no reason to cost.

The smaller Shen Chong beat, the smaller he seemed, which verified his speculation.

As long as you keep a distance from him again, you may be able to drag him to death, and he won't last long.

However, the dignity of the arrogant boy defeated reason, and now he turned around and ran away was completely different from the deliberate control of distance flying kites just now.

I am the first-class yellow grade, he is only the third-class yellow grade. My spiritual source is still abundant now. He should be about to end his strength. I have no reason to escape!

I, Feng Qinshan, was the last descendant of the Feng family in the northwest.

I can't be chased and fled by a mere third-grade yellow-level, second-level lower than me in full view of everyone!

"I don't believe you can see through me, this is absolutely impossible!"

Feng Qinshan not only did not escape, but instead waved the cyclone impact on Shen Chong.

Shen Chong was not happy, but he really couldn't hold on for long.

If the opponent re-uses the same trick and forcefully relies on the jet acceleration to increase the distance, there is no way to deal with him.

But since you are going to fight head-on, that's exactly what I want.

"Good come!"

He was half an inch shorter, waved his left hand, and the metal sleeve in his right hand fell off, revealing the little hand inside.

His left hand danced like a silver snake again, and his short and lean right arm was not idle either. His small fist, which was only a few centimeters, was also dancing like a flower gun by him.

Since I can't hide my right hand, I'd rather take it out.

It's a little cute, but it works.

One cyclone after another was led by him in the air or pointed out, and they were counterattacked by each other or were led to Feng Qinshan's side.

Everything within the scope of the Thinking Battle Network is in control.

It was not that Shen Chong's speed really broke through the sky, but that the cyclone controlled by Feng Qinshan was not really irregular, and this rule had been seen through by him.

No matter how many cyclones are, they can appear in agglomeration and clustering every time.

Shen Chong only needs to click out a finger to concentrate on the cyclone group composed of countless small cyclones.

The sounds of firecrackers burst out one after another.

No one expected that a third-grade Huang rank contestant would be evenly matched with a first-grade contestant who was born in the inheritance and mastered many spiritual skills on this fair and just arena.

So much so that Minister Pao Yi, who was worried about other regions, came to say hello, worried about Shen Chong's obvious excessive potential, fearing that he would be the excess power he received from burning his life.

Minister Yi was actually not very clear about it. At this time, Liang Zai dispelled everyone's doubts.

"Don't worry, the boss is absolutely fine."

Liang Zai just wanted to laugh in his heart.

Sequences?

Burning life?

It doesn't exist. Can you grow back if your boss's hands fall?

Where there are sequelae, then cut it off and grow it again!

At this moment, another change occurred in the martial arts hall. As he hit, Shen Chong suddenly punched his left hand in his chest, and opened his mouth and sprayed blood.

puff……

When he sprayed blood, he deliberately raised his head, like a shower, and it was so shocking that he sprayed it.

"not good!"

The Bugs of Rabbit and the Third Sister of Fox exclaimed at the same time.

The competition supervisors hidden on the ceiling of the Martial Arts Hall also took pictures of the mechanism and fell down at the same time.

Everyone thought Shen Chong was about to kneel down, and even Feng Qinshan showed joy on his face.

Unexpectedly, after squirting blood, Shen Chong suddenly fitted up and rushed forward towards the flying cyclone.

Feng Qinshan shouted, and countless cyclones surged out from his body again, sweeping across his waterfall in response to Shen Chong's coming.

He thought he could still swing his opponent this time as usual, but he failed.

Shen Chong's hands were long and short, constantly clicking and dragging the cyclone. His speed of rushing forward was not affected at all, but instead became faster and faster.

Feng Qinshan's face was finally hit by Shen Chong's punch and flew backwards.

Consciousness flew in the air in chaos, and he understood the meaning of the opponent's previous operation in a trance.

This guy deliberately sprayed blood, with the purpose of wrapping the red blood mist into my cyclone so that he could see each cyclone more accurately.

After he just clicked his hands, not only did he not slow down, but instead touched my cyclone, pulling the path in front of him to my chest into a vacuum.

Not only did my cyclone stop him, but instead sucked him forward!

I'm going to lose.

In a vague way, Feng Qinshan only saw Shen Chong's second punch coming towards him, this time aiming at his nose.

Feng Qinshan was still unwilling to give up and condensed the cyclone again to try to move himself away.

Scream~

But what he didn't expect was that Shen Chong's punch was just a fake shot.

The next moment, Feng Qinshan felt that his clothes were being pulled by someone on his back, and his body was thrown to the alloy floor. The back of his head was hit hard on the ground, and he was so shocked that he turned dizzy.

When he came to his senses, he found that he was lying on the ground with his back on his back, but his left hand was firmly sandwiched between Shen Chong's thighs, and his palm was even tightly pulled.

His neck was also pressed by Shen Chong's calves and insteps.

This is a very common move in free fighting and judo competitions, but it is extremely useful.

Ground joint skills, arm cross-fixed!

From Shen Chong grabbing Feng Qinshan's back clothes below to fully forming this killing joint skill, it took less than a second.

Shen Chong's predecessor has never used this move successfully in the fighting field. It was the first time he used it in actual combat, but his proficiency was just a little bit full!

Shen Chong began to step up his efforts, "Do not admit defeat!"

Feng Qinshan's left elbow twisted and was pulled forward hard at the same time.

Although Shen Chong only exerted force with one left hand, his bench press power of nearly 700 kilograms at this time had an overwhelming advantage!

Feng Qinshan summoned the cyclone again and tried to cut it towards Shen Chong, but it was useless.

"Don't admit defeat!"

Shen Chong asked again and stepped up his efforts again.

Feng Qinshan screamed in pain, and the cyclone dissipated due to the severe pain.

Shen Chong asked again, "Do you admit defeat!"

Feng Qinshan knew that if he was stubborn, he would probably lose his left hand forever.

"I admit defeat."

He whispered in despair.

"Southwest branch, Shen Chongsheng!"

The host of the National Finals said loudly in a slightly trembling voice.

Shen Chong let him go.

Feng Qinshan struggled a little and then sat up slowly.

He looked down at his hands with confusion and loss on his face.

The result was already doomed, but he was emotionally unable to accept the fact that he had lost.

"I lost, I lost to a yellow-level third-grade."

Shen Chong lay down next to him with great strength and secretly complained that this weak scum was completely destroyed. What are the matters of third-grade and one-grade? Whoever wins is the old man? I don’t understand this truth?

"I'm not willing! I'm very unwilling!"
To be continued...