Chapter 182

The leader looked at Zhang Xiaohua as though he was looking at a monster and muttered, "What an idiot."

Then he said angrily, "Are you going up or not?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind, "Of course I'm going up."

Zhang Xiaohua turned around and was overjoyed. It was really Zhang Xiaohu who was rushing over with a ladder on his back.

The leader stared blankly as Zhang Xiaohu ran to the front of the stage and leaned the ladder against the side of the stage. Zhang Xiaohua smiled and nodded at the leader. She walked to the front of the ladder and walked up to the stage.

When Zhang Xiaohua walked up to the stage, the leader came to his senses. He pointed at the ladder leaning against the stage and couldn't believe his eyes. He stuttered, "This, this …"

In his hurry, he didn't know what he was saying.

It was no wonder. Ever since he entered the Misty School, participated in the Martial Arts Exhibition, and became the leader of the Misty School, he had never seen a Misty School disciple walk up to the stage using the ladder. The word 'ladder' didn't exist in the minds of the Misty School disciples.

The disciple on the stage also looked at everything that was happening below the stage strangely. When Zhang Xiaohua really stood in front of him, he suddenly came to a realization. He pointed at Zhang Xiaohua's nose and said, "You, you don't know qinggong?"

Zhang Xiaohua nodded solemnly and said in all seriousness, "Yes, I haven't learned qinggong yet."

The disciple's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.

After the two of them greeted each other, without waiting for Zhang Xiaohua to prepare, the disciple rushed forward and attacked with his fist. Zhang Xiaohua was also shocked. She even forgot to use the Ethereal Steps and only knew to raise her fist to meet the attack.

A few days ago, in the first nine matches of the Martial Arts Exhibition, Zhang Xiaohua usually used the Fist of the Big Dipper to attack and Ethereal Steps to dodge. Therefore, it was always a draw. But today, she was caught off guard by her opponent's attack. She naturally reacted by using the Fist of the Big Dipper that she was most familiar with.

The Fist of the Big Dipper only had thirty-six defensive moves. In the past, Zhang Xiaohua felt that there weren't many defensive moves. Ever since she learned the Ethereal Steps, most of her defensive moves were dodging using the Ethereal Steps. But this time, she was forced to only use the Fist of the Big Dipper. Only after half an incense's time did Zhang Xiaohua wake up from her opponent's continuous attacks. Just as she was about to slide and use the Ethereal Steps, a thought suddenly appeared in her mind. If she only used the Fist of the Big Dipper, how long could she last?

Zhang Xiaohua wanted to know the difference between her Fist of the Big Dipper and other people's fist techniques. Therefore, she abandoned the Ethereal Steps and focused on using the Fist of the Big Dipper.

A person's potential was forced out.

In the beginning, Zhang Xiaohua was clumsy left and right. She blocked left and right and was very passive. She could only counterattack once in ten moves. There were a few times when she was hit by her opponent's rough skin and flesh. She almost fell down. There was a time when she almost fell off the stage.

When the disciple saw that his attacks were effective, he put in more effort in his attacks. He wasn't stingy with his internal energy.

After half an incense stick's time, Zhang Xiaohua gradually adapted to her opponent's attacks. Gradually, she began to counterattack. The Fist of the Big Dipper originally had many offensive moves. In the past few days, her opponents had avoided her and didn't show the power of the Fist of the Big Dipper. Her opponent's attacks in this incense stick's time was like a baptism for her fist technique. It allowed Zhang Xiaohua to grow. Her strength and moves became more coordinated and subtle.

In the past, Zhang Xiaohua did not know the difference between a competition and practice. He only put himself at the end of the practice in the competition, and did not know how to control his strength. When he attacked, most of his strength hit empty air, and his fist was full of vigor, but it could not do anything to his opponent. But today, in the competition, the sound of the wind on Zhang Xiaohua's fist was getting smaller and smaller, and his strength was gradually restrained. At the same time, because Zhang Xiaohua's control of his strength had become more and more precise, the situation when he collided with his opponent had also changed. Previously, Zhang Xiaohua only relied on his strength, and many of his attacks missed. The opponent's internal strength on his fist could easily attack Zhang Xiaohua's fist, forcing Zhang Xiaohua to have no choice but to dodge. But now, his strength was also controlled inside his fist, and he was able to resist his opponent's internal strength. It was as if he had built a dam in his fist or meridians, firmly preventing the internal strength from invading.

This was only one aspect. In addition, in the competition, Zhang Xiaohua didn't use many moves of the Fist of the North Star. The changes between the moves were very obscure. After all, Zhang Xiaohua only practiced the Fist of the North Star from beginning to end in a set. Her experience in fighting against her opponent was still very little. But today's baptism really helped Zhang Xiaohua. The changes in the moves of the Fist of the North Star gradually became smoother and smoother. Various kinds of moves were constantly at her fingertips. Although there were constantly repetitive moves, even these repetitive moves had different uses. They were far more powerful than a few days ago.

The leader below the stage was also slightly surprised. Zhang Xiaohua's result was the worst in the second round. Her opponent's standard was average. He originally thought that Zhang Xiaohua would be able to last for an incense stick's worth of time. But seeing that the second incense stick was already half burnt, Zhang Xiaohua became braver and braver as the battle went on, gradually turning the situation around.

The one who was the most surprised was Zhang Xiaohu. After all, he understood Zhang Xiaohua the most. Moreover, he had been watching Zhang Xiaohua's matches for the past few days. At the beginning, when he saw that Zhang Xiaohua was beaten silly by her opponent, she actually forgot her specialty – Ethereal Steps. He was secretly worried that if she wasn't careful, Zhang Xiaohua would be kicked off the stage by her opponent. He secretly prayed in his heart that she should hurry up and use the Ethereal Steps. Hurry up and use the Ethereal Steps. Hurry up and use the Ethereal Steps.

However, Zhang Xiaohua's performance was beyond his expectations. Not only did she not use the Ethereal Steps, she only used the Fist of the North Star to face her opponent. Just like a bamboo in a rainstorm, no matter how heavy the rain was, it could only slightly bend her waist. As long as the rain did not decrease, she would immediately straighten her back.

Although Zhang Xiaohu was not an internal force expert, his understanding of fist techniques was far greater than Zhang Xiaohua's. He gradually became more familiar with fist techniques.

Gradually, he began to understand. His sharp senses felt that Zhang Xiaohua's control of the Fist of the North Star was becoming more and more precise. Zhang Xiaohu could not help but nod his head. Battles were indeed the best way to grow.

On the stage, Zhang Xiaohua's opponent became more and more alarmed as he fought. The situation of the battle was beginning to spiral out of his control. Moreover, the inner force in his body was almost exhausted. After all, he was only a disciple of the Misty School's Kitty Hawk Hall. He had just attained the first rank of Cotton Robe, so how could he have any profound inner force?

He stole a glance at the second incense stick under the stage. It was already more than half. Thinking about how he had spent so much time facing his worst opponent, how would he face his future opponents?

Moreover, he also noticed that Zhang Xiaohua's fists were beginning to slow down. Her forehead was also covered in sweat. He knew that Zhang Xiaohua was also at the end of her tether and was gradually losing her strength.

In fact, when comparing inner force to physical strength, inner force naturally had the upper hand. Not only was there a lot of techniques in the use of inner force, it could be used to attack flexibly, but physical strength could only be controlled. Inner force could be tempered through the veins, the deeper it became, but physical strength was not easy to increase. Most importantly, inner force could be quickly recovered through the regulation of inner force cultivation methods, but physical strength recovery was not easy.

At this moment, he could not help but regret. If he had put in more effort to cultivate his inner force, Zhang Xiaohua would have run out of strength and he would have been able to win easily.

Just as he was thinking, he had forced Zhang Xiaohua into a corner. Zhang Xiaohua was also gasping for air, as if she was about to sit on the ground. Thus, he was delighted. He took a deep breath and secretly channeled the last bit of inner force in his veins. With a wave of his hands, he covered Zhang Xiaohua's body with his palms and attacked Zhang Xiaohua. He believed that in such a small corner, whether it was attacking or defending, Zhang Xiaohua would inevitably come into contact with his palms. Looking at Zhang Xiaohua's appearance, his last bit of inner force should be the straw that broke the camel's back.

He looked forward to the clash of fists and palms, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

Moreover, just as his palms were about to hit Zhang Xiaohua, he suddenly felt his vision blur and he had actually lost sight of Zhang Xiaohua's figure. But he had already used up all his inner force and his inner force hit empty air. His body was already out of control. He had already forced Zhang Xiaohua to the corner of the stage and when he reached the edge of the stage, when Zhang Xiaohua dodged, he had already reached the edge of the stage. The forward momentum brought him out of the stage and he cursed in his heart. He immediately gathered his Qi and wanted to use his Qing Gong to return to the stage. But now, his meridians were like a thief leaving a building, empty. There was not an ounce of inner force that he could use. He could only watch helplessly as he fell off the stage!

He heard two "plop" "plop" sounds and Zhang Xiaohua's opponent had thrown himself off the stage. As for Zhang Xiaohua, she had also used up all her strength and sat down on the stage.

It was a close call just now. Her opponent had used all his might and Zhang Xiaohua indeed did not have any extra strength to block it. Unfortunately, although Zhang Xiaohua's strength was not enough to block that palm which was filled with inner force, she was still able to use Ethereal Steps. Hence, Zhang Xiaohua used the last of her strength and used Ethereal Steps to flash behind her opponent!

At this moment, below the stage, the second incense stick had just been extinguished.

The leader looked at the two people who had fallen off the stage and announced, "Number two hundred and fifty wins."

When Zhang Xiaohu heard this, he happily ran to the side of the stage. Zhang Xiaohua, who was on the stage, was also unusually excited. But he raised his hand with great difficulty and still stood up weakly.

Zhang Xiaohu walked along the escalator and carried Zhang Xiaohua down with a pained heart. He brought her to the side to rest.

Luckily, there was still some time before the second round of the competition and they could let the competing disciples rest. Otherwise, with Zhang Xiaohua's condition, she could only admit defeat.

As mentioned previously, the recovery of inner force was through regulating one's breathing. At this moment, there were quite a number of contestants who were sitting cross-legged. They were using this gap in the competition to quickly circulate their inner force to recover as much inner force as possible.

As for Zhang Xiaohua?

Seeing that others were regulating their breathing, Zhang Xiaohu said to Zhang Xiaohua, who was sitting on the ground paralyzed, "Xiaohua, you don't have any strength left. What are you going to do next?

Why don't you rest here and I'll go see where you are competing. We'll just admit defeat. Anyway, you have already won a match just now and it has long exceeded our expectations. I thought you would be beaten down in half an incense stick's time. "

Zhang Xiaohua tried her best to move her legs and said, "Wait a little longer. Let's see how much strength I can recover."

Zhang Xiaohua could feel that her strength was slowly recovering, but this speed was far from enough. She estimated that by the time the other party finished regulating their breathing and was ready to go on stage, her strength would not even be half recovered. What should she do?

Just as he was panicking, his mind lit up as he thought of something. He struggled to help Zhang Xiaohu stand up and slowly took up the horse stance. He slowly began to execute the Big Dipper Mystical Fist. Zhang Xiaohu was stunned and quickly stopped him. "What are you doing?

Xiaohua, you're already so tired. Why don't you rest more and try to recover more strength? Why are you still practicing the fist technique? "

Zhang Xiaohua said weakly, "Second Brother, don't worry about me. I think this will help me recover my strength."

It turned out that Zhang Xiaohua wanted to use the usual method of practicing the Fist of the North Star to recover her strength.

However, on one hand, Zhang Xiaohua had never used this method to recover her strength before, so she did not know if it would work. On the other hand, she had just practiced the Fist of the North Star to the third level and needed seven consecutive times to flow. In this short period of time, she did not know if it was enough for her to finish seven times.

In any case, if she simply waited here, she would definitely not be able to recover her strength and would only end up admitting defeat. But if she practiced the Fist of the North Star, there might be a glimmer of hope. For this glimmer of hope, Zhang Xiaohua was willing to gamble.

Seeing that all the disciples who were regulating their breathing had stood up and walked towards the arena, the people in the arena had also started calling out numbers. Zhang Xiaohua had just slowly practiced the second round. When Zhang Xiaohua was about to perform the last move of the second round, a shout came from the arena, "Number two hundred and fifty, number two hundred and fifty?"

Zhang Xiaohua wanted to give up, but Zhang Xiaohu also shouted from the side, "Xiaohua, they've already called you."

Zhang Xiaohua gritted his teeth and said, "Second Brother, go and delay for a while."

When Zhang Xiaohu heard this, he looked at him, then looked at the arena, and hurriedly ran over.

However, Zhang Xiaohua was already in despair. It was still far from the seventh round. How could Second Brother delay for so long?

However, Zhang Xiaohua did not want to give up. He gritted his teeth and started practicing the Fist of the North Star for the third time.

However, when he performed the first move, that familiar, longing, and long-awaited life-saving flow was produced from his left toe.

Zhang Xiaohua was overjoyed. He immediately produced a kind of power from his body. He used all his strength to practice the Fist of the North Star, driving the flow throughout his bones. The flow was like a nourishing elixir. Every time it flowed through a bone, it would drive the flesh and muscles connected to the bone, restoring their vitality. After a total of 653 moves were completed, Zhang Xiaohua had recovered all the strength in his body. Moreover, he could faintly feel that his flesh and blood were filled with vitality, as if his strength had increased by a bit.

Zhang Xiaohua could not help but be greatly puzzled. Could this be the legendary: Break and then rebuild?

However, at this time, there was no time left for him to think. He quickly ran into the arena. That nimble figure of his was not the same as the one who was paralyzed on the ground half a moment ago.

When Zhang Xiaohua ran to the arena where a quarrel was going on, Zhang Xiaohu was carrying Fu Tai and begging the leader. The leader did not buy it and said: "I don't care if you are the Sect Leader's direct disciple or not. Even the Sect Leader himself has to abide by the rules of the Martial Arts Exhibition. I have already waited half a minute, and now it's time. Now, please move aside. I want to announce that the number two hundred and fifty disciple has forfeited."

Zhang Xiaohu pulled the leader's sleeve and said something.

Zhang Xiaohua loudly shouted: "Second Brother, I'm here."

Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly said to the leader: "Okay, my little brother is here. There's no need to announce that he has forfeited."

The leader looked at Zhang Xiaohua who ran in front of him and asked: "Where did you go?

It's already time. You are looking down on the rules of the Martial Arts Exhibition. "

Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly scowled and said: "Leader, I ate too much yesterday. I need to go to the toilet, I need to go to the toilet. Please forgive me."

The leader laughed out loud: "Just now, your second brother said you used up all your strength and needed to rest. You said you need to go to the toilet. Which one do I believe?"

Zhang Xiaohua rubbed his hands and said: "I believe all of them. I believe all of them."

The leader smiled and waved his hand: "Fortunately, you haven't exceeded the time limit. Otherwise, even if I believe all of them, you would still forfeit. Hurry up and go up. If you don't go up, I will really consider you as the loser."

Hearing this, the first to move was not Zhang Xiaohua.

Zhang Xiaohu quickly ran to the front of the arena. He first placed the escalator on the side of the arena. Only then did Zhang Xiaohua quickly walk up the arena.

The leader and Zhang Xiaohua's opponent cursed again. What kind of contestants were these?

The contestants who entered the second round could be said to be the best of the Misty School's Kitty Hawk Hall. They were outstanding in all aspects such as internal energy, qinggong, fist techniques, palm techniques, and so on. They were even extremely experienced in competition.

As a result, Zhang Xiaohua's second round contestant had not fought with Zhang Xiaohua for more than half an incense stick's worth of time. She took the initiative to attack, passively defend, and then constantly wandered around. She had changed several battle strategies.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiaohua had tasted the sweetness of going on the offensive. He only blindly attacked. Every move was forward, and every punch was aimed at the flesh.

Although Zhang Xiaohua was still on the offensive this time, it was different from the previous time. As he fought, he tried different ways to control his strength, and combined real moves with feints. The previous tough fight had really benefited him a lot, as he had tried the essence of the fight. Now, he was constantly improving, and he was able to handle it with ease. It was still the same one hundred and eight moves, but now, it had turned something rotten into something magical, and the repeated moves were also ingenious. For a while, he was evenly matched with the opponent who was above average in strength, and even seemed to have the upper hand.

Zhang Xiaohua's opponent was in a predicament. When he saw Zhang Xiaohua's number plate, he naturally knew that she was the worst disciple in the second round today. Moreover, she was walking on the escalator. She did not even know qinggong, yet she was able to enter the second round. This was an anomaly. When they started fighting, he attacked, while Zhang Xiaohua defended freely. When he relaxed a little, Zhang Xiaohua attacked like rain, making him feel that he could not withstand it. Also, Zhang Xiaohua's fists were very heavy. With one look, one could tell that she was a master of great strength. Naturally, he would not easily fight her head on. Therefore, he wandered around again, attempting to use the weakness of Zhang Xiaohua's lack of qinggong to exhaust Zhang Xiaohua's strength. When they fought until the end, when Zhang Xiaohua was exhausted, he would deal the fatal blow!

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