C34 Report to the Curator Someone Kicks the Door!
C34 Report to the Curator Someone Kicks the Door!
Physique prompt: No trace of this person!
However, this person did not mean that Dugu Qiubai of Liao Xiaoduo had yet to be officially recorded in the intermediate stage. Although he could forcibly enter the intermediate arena for a duel, he didn't have any experience after winning. He only had money.
Liao Xiaoduo remembered that in order to improve his earning efficiency, he had always stayed in the beginner's field and did not receive the qualification to enter the intermediate field. Alas, at that time, he could only blame himself for being short-sighted.
However, he didn't have an invitation letter, so he could only send a simple line of invitation messages. How could this be okay!?
Isn't there a third way?
"Then tell me, what is the third way to enter?" Liao Xiaoduo asked.
"Kid, the third one. I advise you not to even try. Be careful not to get in or out." Reception of "kindly words of comfort".
"I haven't said it yet. How do you know I can't do it?"
"Fine, I'll tell you if you really want to be beaten up." The receptionist pointed at the martial artists in the room and said, "Pick any student you like. If you win, you can enter for free. If you can't win, you have to be confident in your medical fees."
The dojo is huge, but it's huge from the outside. It was more than a dozen stories high, and each one was designed in a high, roomy fashion. This was especially true on the first floor. There were more than a dozen machines testing their strength, placed in the middle rear. The one hanging in the middle of the air was also a power sensing machine. If an ordinary person were to use all their strength, they would not be able to reach it. However, it was used to test the strength of the students after they soared into the air.
In addition, there were also sabers and swords, axes, hooks, forks, and other cold weapons placed around the various training grounds.
In the training field, students were fighting with each other.
Liao Xiaoduo asked: "Pick one?"
"Pick whatever you want!" The reception believed that even if the kid in front of him picked the weakest one, he would still suffer.
Liao Xiaoduo seemed to randomly point his finger and stopped on a person who was slightly older than him. The receptionist ran forward and said something to that person. Then, the training field stopped. The selected man had his fingers interlocked as he moved his knuckles, making a 'ka-cha' sound and twisting his neck. He looked just like a classic tough guy.
The man was smiling, and so was the receptionist.
The receptionist patted his shoulder and said: "Brother Meng, I'll leave it to you."
The man who was called Son of Wisdom didn't mind: "No problem, I'll settle it in half a minute!"
The other students in the dojo also gathered around and discussed.
"I bet that this person can't even listen to ten moves from Bro Tianxiong!"
"I bet five moves!"
"Seeing his thin and weak appearance, I think even three moves would be difficult!"
"Aiyo, there's someone courting death again?" Oh no, oh no. "
Did he really choose the wrong one? He had made the choice after Liao Xiaoduo had observed the situation of the match. According to the opponent's movement technique, fist speed and power, Liao Xiaoduo determined that this person was only at the level of a beginner grandmaster.
However, this level of people, Liao Xiaoduo had fought before, so he didn't feel troubled. Now, it seemed that he was a bit unsure of himself. After all, he wasn't the kind of hoodlum who trained on the streets, but a master who grew up through professional training.
The battle began.
With a solid quincuncial stance, and a movement skill that made it seem like he was pulling onions from dry land, he kicked towards Liao Xiaoduo in mid-air. His moves were very similar to Falling Blade Sword Technique. By jumping into the air, he would then fall down quickly, resulting in a powerful strike effect.
The whole process was done smoothly and smoothly. It seemed like this was a skillful combo of moves practiced by this man named Mariko. It wasn't that Liao Xiaoduo couldn't avoid the attack, but he would also be hit. Injuries were inevitable.
Although he had used one bottle of the previous special effect medicine in District 13, leaving 5 bottles behind, he did not want to reveal his secret here.
Therefore, instead of retreating, Liao Xiaoduo advanced. 100% of his Floral Manipulation Arts directly took an aerial attack from the enemy.
"Bang ~ ~ ~"
A figure fell from the sky like a broken kite, landing on the ground like a pile of mud. The other members of the dojo quickly helped him up. Then, they reached out their hands to scold Liao Xiaoduo: "It's just a martial arts competition, there's no need to be so ruthless!"
A tall man with a voice as loud as heavenly thunder jumped out and shouted, "I'll do it!" With a tug, his shirt began to flick open and he threw it away.
That person's Collapsing Fist pierced out like the wind, forcing Liao Xiaoduo to take a few steps back.
Liao Xiaoduo looked at the power of the Flower Plucking Hand and was quite surprised. This time, he was not worried at all when he saw that the tall man's power did not decrease at all. The Flower Plucking Hand's power had also been adjusted to 50%.
The man and Liao Xiaoduo fought back and forth, exchanging a few moves.
Then, they collided head on. Liao Xiaoduo's right hand got an opening and went straight for the man's abdomen. His movements were completely covered, so no one else could see.
However, the man was sent flying like a madman.
The only difference was that after he fell to the ground, the man still struggled to sit up before being supported to the back.
Liao Xiaoduo looked at the panic-stricken receptionist and said, "How is it? Am I qualified?"
"Enough... Enough... Is that enough?! " The receptionist stuttered, then suddenly shouted, "Someone's throwing a tantrum!" After that, he ran towards the curator's office.
When the trainee instructors in the dojo heard that someone was shouting and kicking, they all stopped their training and dared to come watch.
"Who dares to come and challenge us!" You must be tired of living! " The student coach in the distance had previously thought that this was just a spar, but he hadn't expected it to be so chaotic. Everyone came to watch as they heard the loud alarm.
"What did you say?!" The curator slammed the table and stood up in shock. "You said someone kicked the building over!"
"Yes, curator, go and take a look! The fierce spirit and the brave spirit have not been able to last through these three moves! " The receptionist said as his throat moved.
The curator put down the video of the virtual battle sent by the big boss and was about to go out to take a look.
When he reached the door, he asked, "By the way, what do you think that person looks like?"
"He looks like a high school student. His clothes are very ordinary and he looks very thin and weak. Who would have thought that he would strike out ruthlessly!"
The receptionist glanced at the video and seemed to have gotten a hint. She quickly said, "Oh, right, that action was as clean and crisp as' Mouth Top King '! The style of the two is somewhat similar to mine, no matter how I look at it? "
"Recently, this person has been very popular. Many young people have been imitating his style. It's simple and practical."
"He's someone the big boss picked up in a virtual battle, and he's asking me to prepare to pay him a visit. I didn't expect to run into such a bad guy. " The curator added and spat softly.