Thirteen did not continue to attack, and he was obviously more graceful than the iron hammer.

If you can be called a servant of the god, you must be kind, otherwise what will your fans think?

At this time, Yang Wei had already rolled with his opponent, and the strength of the two people was still different, and Yang Wei was obviously stronger.

However, the San player obviously has the upper hand in the entanglement of people. As long as they touch you, they will entangle you like a snake.

You should know that fighting requires distance, and whether you punch or kick, you need distance to accumulate strength.

Even an internal expert like Ye Yuze needs to accumulate strength to a fist, and his body is entangled, which obviously loses the power of fighting.

But this is not the case with the masters of Kararipayat, because they mainly practice the softness and flexibility of their bodies.

Moreover, their attack methods are similar to Muay Thai. The elbows, knees, shoulders, and even the head are weapons that can be used to attack.

Therefore, Yang Wei, as strong as he was entangled, lost his offensive ability and was constantly attacked by others.

For example, when the two of them rolled on the ground at this moment, the contestant Ah San kept making small moves and attacking Yang Wei.

Yang Wei was hugged by him because his arms and legs were too long, so he couldn't fight back and shouted wildly on the ground.

Finally, I was anxious and rolled straight away, and rolled off the ring with my opponent, but this could only be considered a draw.

Until now, this is the first time to draw, and the draw naturally both sides have to play players at the same time.

At this time, the younger generation of experts from Ye Yuze and the others had basically come up, and the situation was not ideal.

After all, although bayonet security trains free fighting, most Americans have deep-rooted boxing rules.

So when you fight, you will inevitably suffer losses, because Kararipayat's players focus on flexibility in body movements, while boxing is much clumsy.

After the previous games, Kararipayat won by points. These boxers had enough strength but could not perform.

Even Yang Geyong suffered the loss at first and then gave in.

The thirteen people who just came up obviously had a profound skill, and only Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong could get there. This battle was a bit difficult.

Unexpectedly, Singer suddenly rushed up and shouted to the bottom:

"I am leaving the station on behalf of my master. If you want to challenge my master, step over me first!"

Twelve slowly walked onto the ring, put their palms together, saluting Singh. Then the two stood at both ends of the ring, their eyes staring at each other.

Twelve wore a white robe, with a red belt around her waist, folded her hands together, and bowed slightly:

"Singer, I haven't seen you for a long time, your breath has become more calm."

Singer was wearing a black short stroke, with a bandage wrapped around his wrist and sneered:

"Twelve Elders, your pace is still light, but today, I will let you know who is the real 'wind dancer'."

Twelve smiled slightly:

"The Wind Dancer? That's nothing but a false reputation. The true power comes from inner peace."

Singer's eyes stern:

"Calmness? In the ring, only the winner is qualified to talk about peace!"

The whistle sounded and the showdown officially began. Singer took the lead in launching an attack, his pace was like a tiger going down the mountain, and the fist wind whistled, reaching Twelve's face.

Twelve's figure flashed, as light as willow catkins, avoiding Singer's attack. Singer's fist brushed across the corner of Twelve's clothes, causing a gust of wind.

Twelve whispered: "Your strength is still fierce, but you are too impatient."

Singer snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Singer attacked again, using both fists and feet, and the offensive surged like a tide.

Twelve are like fallen leaves, floating in the wind, never facing Singer head-on. The audience under the ring held their breath and stared at each of the two of them intently.

Suddenly, Singer grabbed a flaw of Twelve and swept his leg and hit Twelve's waist.

Twelve's body was stagnant and seemed unable to avoid it. However, just as Singer's leg was about to hit, Twelve's body suddenly twisted like a snake, cleverly avoiding the attack.

Twelve's eyes became sharp: "Singer, your attack is fierce, but lacks change."

Singer gasped, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes:

"Stop preaching! If you have the ability, take me forward!"

Twelve took a deep breath: "As you wish."

Then, Twelve suddenly changed their tactics and no longer avoided it, but took the initiative to fight.

His boxing technique was like flowing water, and each move was soft and powerful, but it made Singer feel overwhelmed.

Then his offensive was gradually suppressed and his pace began to become messy.

Singer gritted his teeth: "Impossible! How could you be so strong!"

Twelve said calmly:

"Strength does not come from the muscles, but from the heart. When your heart is confused, the strength will naturally dissipate.

Singer roared: "Shut up!"

Then he tried his best and hit Twelve's chest with a heavy punch.

Twelve did not dodge or avoid, and took the punch. However, Singer's fist seemed to hit the cotton, and his power was completely dissolved.

Twelve pushed it lightly, and Singer stepped back. In fact, the winner was decided at this time.

Singer fell to the ground with one knee, gasping heavily, his eyes full of reluctance.

Twelve walked forward and stretched out their hand:

"Singer, a real strong man, is not to defeat his opponent, but to surpass himself."

Singh looked up at Amir, and was silent for a moment, and his confidence quickly recovered:

"Twelve Elders, you have not defeated me yet. In this world, only my master can defeat me!"

Twelve smiled: "We are all Kararipayat warriors, and we pursue inner peace and balance of strength. Today's showdown is you and me!"

Singer nodded and his eyes were firm: "So, I must defeat you, defeat the Thirteen Gods servants, and then the master can accept me as his disciple!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and screams were heard one after another. Naturally, they were all fans of the servants of God, and they were all scolding Singh.

But Singer was not unconscious, so he just looked up at Ye Yuze sitting in the front row, and then accumulated energy again.

His mind is now filled with the scenes of him fighting with Ye Yuze, and every move is lifelike.

So he moved again. This time he was not hysterical or furious, his steps moved lightly, like a dragonfly sifting through the water, and it drifted to the twelve bodies like a dragonfly.

Twelve reached out and brushed his shoulders. His right hand drew a circle, not only blocking Twelve's attack on him, but also patted Twelve's waist.

The palm was not strong and did not make any sound, just like a breeze blew.

But Twelve was like a kite, and when Singer slapped him with three steps out of thin air.

In the audience's eyes, these three steps were the twelve elders dodged themselves, but Singer's mouth raised and he hit it.

The Twelve Elder's face was a little pale, and his indifference just now turned into solemnity, and he reexamined Singh.

As both Kararipayat masters, Twelve are naturally familiar with all Kararipayat routines, and even close their eyes, they can feel the power point of each move.

But Singer's palm was obviously wrong. He had no distance to exert force and did not use force to fight. So where did this force come from?

Of course, this was also a momentary reaction in his mind. The battle was not over yet, so it was naturally not the time to summarize.

Twelve stepped forward, raised their hands, and drew a circle with crossed hands.

Singer's eyes were fixed and his expression was solemn. He made the same gesture, but the direction was the opposite.

Because he knew that this move was powerful, it was called stirring up the wind and clouds, and drawing circles with his hands, which was accumulating energy, just like the Tai Chi of China.

According to Kararipayat, it is also called summoning divine power.

The force produced by this palm is not something that ordinary people can catch, and he, Singer, cannot do it, because his opponent is a divine servant.

Therefore, the only way to deal with it is to resist hard, use the same move, and compete for strength.

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

Twelve saw Singer's response, and a curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was exactly the result he wanted.

So, the speed of both hands increased, and then suddenly, one palm pushed out like lightning, hitting Singer's chest and abdomen.

At this time, Singer's palm also hit, and the two palms met in the air, making a "touch" sound, as if two heavy objects were hitting each other.

Singer groaned and took two steps back, but Twelve took three steps back.

"ah……"

The audience of Ah Sanguo exclaimed, "Is the divine servant going to be defeated? This Singh is so powerful?"

In the stands, Yang Geyong looked at Ye Yuze: "This Singer is good, should you consider accepting it?"

Ye Yuze had no expression on his face: "Look at the end, this guy is very talented, but I'm worried about his character."

Yang Geyong naturally understood what Ye Yuze meant. What if this guy met a master again and betrayed his master like this time?

Although Kung Fu is not of great use in this era, Ye Yuze still paid special attention to the matter of accepting disciples.
To be continued...