There is a primary standard arena in the martial arts training hall of Qimai Martial Arts Hall, which is not commonly used. Xin Ji followed Gao Hang to the ring and telepathically spread out. He found that the matter of him and Wesley going to the ring to compete had actually spread.

Needless to say, this must be the work of Liszt or Gao Hang.

"It's all a routine, it's just forcing me and Wesley to take action, trying to establish my authority." Xin Ji completely confirmed the other party's intention. He was thinking about not hitting his hand just now, but he didn't expect that the opportunity would come in a blink of an eye.

Xin Ji swept Wesley beside him through telepathy and found that he was a little energetic and seemed to be eager to fight him.

"Poor guy, when I arrived on the ring, I don't know who can win whom I can win!"

In the eyes of Liszt, Gao Hang and Wesley himself, it was easy for Wesley to defeat Xin Ji and never thought he would lose. Xin Ji's view was the opposite. Not to mention that his Jingwu Changquan had reached the state of refining, he could be called a martial artist or a fighter. Even if he stayed in the realm of Tongche and cooperated with the telepathy of the prophet and foresight, it would be easy to defeat a guy who had just practiced the power for less than half a year.

Originally, Xin Ji was very unhappy when he was replaced by a relative, but he signed an agreement and received compensation. It would be fine if he had a two-year resignation with the martial arts school. Unexpectedly, Liszt wanted to step on him hard, so he could not blame himself for fighting back.

Now Xin Ji is thinking about how to defeat Wesley in order to embarrass Liszt, who arranged all this to the greatest extent?

When the three arrived at the martial arts hall, more than twenty people were surrounded by the ring, including employees from the martial arts hall and students who were training.

Everyone whispered, and when their eyes fell on Xin Ji, a little surprised appeared in their eyes. An assistant teacher with a good relationship with Xin Ji couldn't help but remind him: "Xin Ji, you won't really want to fight Wesley, he is the Force Warrior."

Xin Ji nodded at him, "I know that Wesley's assistant coach can't help but be willing to give up, and the head coach also agreed. I can't refuse."

As soon as these words were said, many people immediately guessed the reason behind this competition, but head coach Gao Hang was right in front of him. When he thought of the director behind Wesley, he shook his head helplessly, and felt even more sympathetic to Xin Ji.

Wesley was stunned for a moment, but unexpectedly, Xin Ji almost broke the matter with just one sentence, but this was indeed the truth and irrefutable. He secretly hated him and made up his mind to give Xin Ji a profound lesson later.

Seeing that everyone's public opinion seemed to be unfavorable to Wesley, Gao Hang frowned and glanced at Xin Ji coldly. He didn't want to delay any longer, so he stood on the ring. He made everyone unable to react at this moment, thinking that the head coach is worthy of being a high-level warrior, and his body speed is as fast as the wind.

After showing off his skills and suppressing the scene, Gao Hang was very satisfied and said loudly: "Wesley, Xin Ji, come up with both of you."

This primary standard arena is one meter high from the ground, ten meters long and wide, and there are no guardrails around it. The ground is cast from a whole piece of titanium alloy. It is extremely hard. Each square meter can withstand more than one thousand tons of weight. Even high-level warriors are difficult to leave obvious marks on it.

Wesley intended to show off in front of everyone, and was still seven or eight meters away from the ring. He rushed forward in two steps with three steps, and a forward somersault jumped steadily onto the ring.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers suddenly became even less optimistic about Xin Ji.

As we all know, the first step of the Force cultivation is to condense the Force node in the body. Even if only one Force node is condensed, the warrior's physical fitness will undergo a qualitative leap, and its strength and speed will increase sharply, leaving the category of ordinary people. Wesley's last step just now was at least five meters away, and it seemed that he had not put in full force.

In contrast, Xin Ji actually walked up the steps of the ring step by step slowly, and was at a disadvantage in his momentum.

At this time, the people in the martial arts hall surrounded the arena, and many martial arts staff and students who heard the news also came from other places to join in the fun, including Lian Sufei and his friends.

Lian Sufei and others trained from the strength room and were about to go home, but they heard that Xin Ji was going to compete with the new assistant coach. They were shocked and rushed over. Seeing Xin Ji really on the ring, they couldn't help but be very anxious.

"Teacher Xin, come down quickly, we won't compete with the Force Warriors." Lian Sufei shouted loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

Xin Ji didn't see any anxiety on his face, but asked, "Su Fei, you are here, is the strength training completed on time?"

Lian Sufei was almost anxious to death. At this time, Xin Ji was still caring about their strength training. Her eyes turned, raised her voice a little, and shouted: "Teacher Xin, did they force you to go to the ring?"

She almost told the truth in one sentence. Everyone in the martial arts hall could hear it clearly. Everyone looked at each other and thought to themselves: The director did this matter too inauthentic.

Wesley on the ring seemed to have been slapped in the face in public, her face was so hot that she felt very embarrassed.

"Little girl, you can't talk nonsense." Gao Hang had to smooth things over, suppressed his doubts, and said loudly: "This is just an ordinary competition. Although the strength of the two young men, Wesley and Xin Ji, are different, but they have achieved success in Jingwu Changquan, and fighting each other can also help improve. Moreover, this competition is limited to Jingwu Changquan, which can make friends with martial arts, without harming your lives, and without competing for victory or loss."

Gao Hang's words are quite good, but when he said the last sentence "Don't compete for winning or losing", those people in the audience who knew what was going on secretly despise Gao Hang and were really good at speaking the scenes!

All this today is to compete for the win or loss, so that Wesley can step on Xin Ji to take the lead!

However, most people have the mentality of watching the fun and are not interested in the big deal, and do not want to offend Gao Hang, the head coach in person, so they all pretend to be unclear and remain silent.

Only Sufei wanted to argue, but found that Xin Ji quietly winked at her. She was stunned for a moment, not understanding Xin Ji's meaning, but she didn't say anything again.

"I won't say much about the rules of the ring competition. You all know it. Let you play it yourself next." After Gao Hang said that, he got off the ring and retreated to the outside of the crowd. Immediately, an employee of the martial arts school brought him a seat.

On the ring, Xin Ji and Wesley stood face to face. The two were five meters apart. Xin Ji was still wearing light casual clothes, but Wesley changed into a training suit. The two didn't look like opponents of the same level at all.

However, Xin Ji could not see any tension at all. He stood casually, his body posture was very relaxed, neither showing off his offensive boxing nor showing off his defense.

He even had time to talk to Lian Sufei and others in the audience: "Sufei, An Yang, you have been practicing boxing with me for a few months. Today's martial arts competition is right, so I'm destined to be there. I must read it carefully next, don't miss it."

Lian Sufei and the others were confused when they heard this. She had an idea and quickly took out her phone to start shooting the video.

Wesley on the opposite side was adjusting his breathing, suppressing his previous embarrassment. He was wondering that Xin Ji seemed to not know that he was facing the Force Warrior. At this time, he was still intent on talking to the students, but Xin Ji suddenly asked, "Assistant Wesley, don't know which kind of Force Warrior you are?"

Before Wesley could answer, Xin Ji raised his eyebrows again and said, "Forget it, when I didn't ask, no matter which series of Force Warriors it is, there is no difference."

This completely angered Wesley. An ordinary person dared to be so arrogant in front of the Force Warrior. There was only one thought left in his mind: I want to break a few bones and teach you the principles of being a human being!

In a rage, Wesley did not lose his composure. He quickly accelerated and rushed to Xin Ji. He took a long step under his feet and quickly shortened the distance between the two. His right fist came out from his waist and swung his arm. He started with a powerful "longitudinal step punch" and hit Xin Ji's face.

Wesley thought to himself that he had condensed two Force nodes, his speed and strength were much higher than that of ordinary people. This move of vertical rushing is one of the most skilled moves he has practiced. Xin Ji must not be able to avoid it and can only deal with it with the elbow. His fight, with his own strength, was enough to beat him back, and then let him attack and knock it down in just a few moves!

The fist wind was howling, and even the people in the audience could clearly hear it.

However, Xin Ji was still relaxing his hands, as if he didn't see Wesley's punching in the face. He seemed to be frightened and had no reaction at all.

"Can he not even catch a move?"

Before everyone's thoughts were over, they saw Xin Ji casually step back half a step back, his head slightly tilted, and Wesley's right fist passed through his nose, less than one centimeter away.

Wesley was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Xin Ji to dodge, and it was only a little bit away. He reacted very quickly, swept the horizontal fist, and then fell into the empty space. It turned out that Xin Ji's feet were sliding sideways. Not only did he avoid the horizontal fist, but he also bullied himself to approach himself.

Wesley was shocked and hurriedly turned around and retreated, while protecting his left arm under his ribs to prevent Xin Ji from taking advantage of the situation. However, after he stepped back, he realized that it was a false alarm. Xin Ji stood still and had no intention of chasing him.

At this time, an uproar sounded from the audience. Everyone had practiced Jingwu Changquan and recognized at a glance that the two moves that Xin Ji had avoided Wesley just now were sliding steps, one of the twelve steps in Jingwu Changquan.

“Can you still use this way to slide?”

"Xin Ji's sliding steps seem to be different. He is obviously not fast, but he can avoid the attack in time. The timing is so good." Someone vaguely saw some tricks.

Xin Ji still had a calm attitude, and even held his hands behind his back, like an outsider commented: "You are not good at practicing the vertical step and punching. When you land on the vertical step, you punch before the front foot is stable, resulting in insufficient force on the rear foot, and the direction of the punching punching is too high, and it is difficult to stop the momentum when you use too much force."

When the onlookers heard Xin Ji's words, they were confused and thought to themselves: Is this a competition in the ring? Why do you still have the intention to comment on how your opponent's boxing skills are practicing!

Wesley's eyes were red when she was stimulated, and she yelled: "Stop talking nonsense!" She rushed forward with a big step, and her left leg was like a big whip kicking Xin Ji from the side.

Just looking at Wesley's move "mid-arc whip legs" was used, the air was so loud that it was dull that he kicked. It was indeed scary. However, Xin Ji took a step back slowly and withdrew from the attack range of the whip legs.

"The legs are too low, and the axial foot is unstable." Xin Ji stepped back and commented casually.

"The closing momentum was too early and the punching force did not reach its limit."

"The wrong standing posture leads to inaccurate punches."

“It’s too high.”

"The wrong move connection has stopped the attack."

“The center of gravity is high.”

"There is not enough force to make the kicking leg deform."

Comments after comments came out of the ring, and everyone in the audience was stunned and could hardly believe their eyes. They saw Xin Ji go back and forth with the sliding steps, pads, small steps, cross steps and other steps in Jingwu Long Fist, as if he was strolling in the garden, easily avoiding every attack by Wesley.

Wesley was crazy and had already used all his strength, but no matter how he beat him, he could not touch Xin Ji. On the other hand, Xin Ji felt like he was walking on the ring, calm and composed. He would comment on every move that Wes used, and he did not say it casually. There were several senior Force Warriors present, who had practiced the martial arts and long fist for many years, so it was naturally obvious that Xin Ji's comments were at the point, simple and sharp!

However, while dodging the attack while pointing out the opponent's mistakes in the battle, everyone has never heard of such a magical thing before!

“It’s so crazy!”

"Coach Xin is hidden..."

"What is his Jingwu Changquan?"

Now anyone can see that Wesley's Jingwu Changquan is not at the same level as Xin Ji. The gap is too big, so big that even he, the Force Warrior, will be ruined in front of ordinary people.

Gao Hang, who was sitting outside the crowd, looked extremely ugly, and was so heavy that it almost dripped into water. He had never expected Xin Ji's Jingwu Changquan to be so high. This time the director not only wasted his efforts, but also shot himself in the foot. Wesley was afraid that he would not have the face to stay in the martial arts hall in the future.

At this time, Liszt's figure appeared at the door of the martial arts hall. He was originally watching the competition through remote monitoring in the office, but things did not develop as planned and were completely in chaos.

"Old Gao, hurry up and let them stop!" Liszt hurried over and lowered his voice and ordered.

"Director, I suggest you not do this, if you don't want Wesley's reputation to get rid of." Gao Hang stood up and shook his head helplessly.

The federal people are martial, and there are a set of customary rules for the competition on the arena. When both sides do not decide the winner or lose their lives, outsiders go on stage and forcefully stop the competition on the arena. The most despised is that they lose the competition on the arena. If they are reported, they will never think of raising their heads to be a human being.

Not only Wesley, the party involved, even those who stopped the competition were implicated.

It is true that Liszt is indeed a direct boss, but Gao Hang doesn't want to gain his reputation for his nephew.

You know, there are more than that little girl shooting videos in the audience now, at least a dozen people are holding their cell phones!

"What should I do..." Liszt jumped in anger. Although he was the director, he was just an ordinary person and didn't like to exercise and was fat. If he went on stage, he would probably be knocked away with one punch.

Moreover, Liszt knew very well the consequences of forcibly interrupting the competition on the arena, and he didn't want his reputation to become worse.

On the ring, Wesley attacked dozens of moves in one breath, almost using all the thirty-six styles of Jingwu Changquan. There were even a few moves that were not Jingwu Changquan at all, mixed with another martial arts Fierce Wind Palm that he was good at. However, every time his attack was only a little bit away from Xin Ji, and the distance was less than one centimeter. However, this centimeter was like a natural barrier, and he could not cross it with all his might.

With such a long-term outbreak, Wesley's physical strength was too strong to bear, and he had to stop and gasp desperately, with sweat on his forehead.

Xin Ji stood there smoothly, still maintaining a distance of five meters. His face was not blushing or breathing, his hands were crossed, his face was full of jokes, and he asked, "Do you still want to continue fighting?"

With his current total control over his body, he can send and receive freely, coupled with his powerful telepathy, his reaction is extremely sensitive and his thinking is as fast as lightning. Every subtle movement of West cannot escape his senses. It would be strange if he is hit.

Wesley had realized that he was not Xin Ji's opponent, but he didn't want to admit this. He was a Force Warrior, so how could he not even beat an ordinary person! He shouted unwillingly: "It's all that you can do to hide. You can't beat me, you have the will to fight me head-on!"

"Hahaha……"

A booed burst out from the ring, and everyone shook their heads. The scene was so ugly. Wesley didn't want to give up. It was just right to take the opportunity to admit defeat.

"Coach Xin, let's open our eyes." Someone shouted loudly. At this time, the situation had completely reversed. Xin Ji was not favored by anyone before, and was named the title of coach.

Xin Ji looked around at the people under the ring for a week and found that Liszt was standing outside the crowd, staring at him tightly. His eyes were slightly cold and he said, "Well, then let's fight again."
To be continued...