Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 27 That slap was really stinging

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Hong Jie gathered his inner strength in his palm.

My once fair and smooth palms instantly became as hot as a branding iron.

This time I used 80% of my strength!

His strategy was the complete opposite of Master Tianbao's.

What we want is the destructive and penetrating power of Iron Palm, gradually eroding and corrupting, rather than aiming for a knockout kill right from the start.

Damn it!

not good!

This kid has a backup plan; he's hiding something valuable.

While Hong Jie was testing him, Zhang Tianbao felt a red-hot iron being slapped against his cheek, the scalding wind making his scalp tingle.

The moment the slap touched his cheek, Zhang Tianbao felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively squinted and shrank his neck.

Snapped!

The scalding slap felt like a red-hot steel plate hitting my face.

This palm strike was incredibly powerful.

Compared to the sour and spicy flavor of the first round, this is a hundred times numbing and scalding hot.

"what!"

Zhang Tianbao felt as if he had swallowed a devilishly spicy poison; his pain receptors instantly reached their peak, causing him to let out a piercing scream and nearly faint on the spot.

"well!"

"Master Tianbao seems to have suffered a severe blow; he... he seems to be failing."

Will I be knocked out?

The host, who was brought in at the last minute, took the opportunity to create a lively atmosphere.

"Iron Palm truly lives up to its reputation."

"Could you please give us a close-up? Did everyone see it?"

"Master Tianbao's face has turned black. This doesn't look like he was beaten; it looks more like he's been poisoned."

The female host, who was co-hosting, said humorously.

"Master Tianbao!"

"Hold on!"

The assistant judge behind him quickly supported him and gestured for him to look down at the audience.

Hou Bing stood menacingly below the stage, flicked his suit jacket, and revealed the shotgun tucked into his waistband.

Daring to lose!

If we ruin Young Master Chen's good plan, none of us will survive.

"Don't panic, don't panic!"

"Let me think about it!"

Zhang Tianbao's tear ducts were stimulated, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Haha, the master was beaten to tears."

"Bullshit!"

"I thought monks could handle a lot of pressure, but this isn't enough."

The crowd below burst into laughter.

"Yanjun!" Master Tianbao gestured.

"Put on the cassock, bring the elixir!"

Li Yanjun shouted in a shrill voice.

An assistant immediately brought over a red tray, on which was a red kasaya inlaid with gold thread, and next to it was a small gourd.

"Everyone."

"Our Master Tianbao is going to take elixirs to heal his injuries and practice meditation and worship Buddha."

"Those who have watched the masters' matches know that 'Tianbao's Zen meditation is extremely difficult to deal with,' but this time his opponent seems very tough. Can he still manage a comeback?"

The host provides narration from the side.

Zhang Tianbao is annoyed.

In the past, his meditation and elixirs were merely attempts to attract attention; now, however, he is genuinely and earnestly seeking Buddha's blessing.

call!

Tianbao took a deep breath.

My face doesn't seem to hurt anymore.

After the intense, burning pain, I feel a bit numb now.

It's the kind of numbing sensation you get when you eat hundreds of Sichuan peppercorns in one go.

Fortunately, he had some trump cards up his sleeve.

Zhang Tianbao took out a pill from the exquisite sandalwood box.

These are no ordinary pills.

Instead, it was a secret elixir used by the martial arts troupe to heal injuries and relieve pain when they went to the countryside to perform and practice their hard skills in earlier years.

Shaolin Temple wasn't listed on the stock exchange back then.

The elixirs are for internal use only and are guaranteed to be authentic and retain their value.

That's right, it's about preserving value.

This aged "Xiao Yuan Dan" is effective in promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, relieving pain, and detoxifying. If it were on the market today, it would be worth at least 100,000 yuan, and it would be priceless.

Even if an ordinary person has money, they can't buy it.

"Our Master Tianbao has taken the elixir, and he seems to be much better; at least the tears have stopped," the male host said.

"Alright, our Master Tianbao will begin chanting the sutras."

"It seems to be the Diamond Sutra."

"I hope Buddha will bless him this time, so that he can turn misfortune into good fortune and become stronger with each battle."

The female host echoed.

Zhang Tianbao felt like killing someone when he heard this.

Just now, when I almost knocked out Hong Jie, these two people were speechless.

Damn it, now that it's his turn to get beaten, he keeps babbling on and on.

Are you trying to embarrass me enough?

"How can you take medication while playing a competition?"

"Moreover, the time he took to rest under the guise of chanting scriptures was too long, which is unfair," Wang Xiaoxian protested to the referee.

"This is an entertainment event!"

"You can also let Hongjie eat candy, chocolate, or sing songs," the referee said, shrugging.

"You guys!" Wang Xiaoxian was speechless.

"Xiao Xian, it's normal to have some bias when playing away from home."

"He has elixirs."

"I have good wine too!"

Hong Jie chuckled, took out a small silver wine pot, and gulped down a few mouthfuls of medicinal wine.

This wine is no ordinary wine.

It was a highly nourishing wine that Su Changfeng had specially sent from an old friend in Russia, containing tiger bone, tiger penis, deer antler and other highly nourishing ingredients.

It has been soaked for as long as thirty years.

In Su Changfeng's words, this is not wine, but something that invigorates Yang energy. One sip and you'll feel your Yang energy surge, and you can lie on the ice and sleep like a tiger.

This mere little pot costs 60,000 yuan!

It was only after much persuasion from Su Changfeng that he personally traveled to Siberia to visit and beg for it.

Sure enough, the strong liquor went down my throat.

It felt like swallowing a branding iron, a burning, stinging pain shooting through my throat.

Immediately afterwards, it felt as if a ball of fire was burning in the internal organs, and that intense heat instantly transformed into blood and qi, flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians and the limbs.

Hong Jie secretly circulated his internal energy, and the depleted internal energy gradually increased.

Hey!

Zhang Tianbao's little trick is simply a case of shooting himself in the foot.

Jingle Bell!

To accommodate Zhang Tianbao, the organizers extended the break time for the second round by ten minutes.

"Whoa!"

After Zhang Tianbao finished processing the medicine, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

My face still has little sensation.

The heat from the medicine swept away his fatigue, fear, and frustration. He now felt full of energy and could kill a bull.

Hong Jie, you're dead!

Hong Jie slowly opened his eyes.

Golden light shimmered before my eyes.

Hong Jie (a third-rate expert)

Martial Arts

Iron Palm: 189/200 (Minor Success)

[Golden Bell Shield: 1/300 (Mastery)]

[Internal Skill: 196/200 (Beginner)]

[Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist): 79/100]

High-intensity matches are indeed an excellent opportunity to improve proficiency.

These two slaps from Master Tianbao were equivalent to half a month of being beaten with sticks, and he finally broke through to the highest level of the Golden Bell Cover technique.

Cool!

"Ah Jie, how are you feeling?" Wang Xiaoxian wiped the blood and sweat from his face.

"Believe it or not, I can knock him out in this round," Hong Jie said.

"Don't rush!"

Wang Xiaoxian called out to him and quickly returned to the center of the ring to negotiate with the referee:

"referee!"

"This slap doesn't count; Zhang Tianbao clearly shrank his neck and dodged, which is a violation of the rules."

"According to the tournament rules, the match should be replayed!"

"That's right, we all saw the monk tilt his head, he should be slapped again," an audience member shouted.

"Bullshit, which eye of yours saw Master Tianbao flash away?"

"So you're trying to cheat just because you can't win, huh?"

The onlookers who bet on Master Tianbao to win were dissatisfied and responded with criticism.

"Are you blind? You were hiding so obviously, your neck was practically tucked into your turtle shell, couldn't you see?"

"BITCH!"

"Baka!"

Suddenly, profanities from various countries were flying everywhere, creating a chaotic scene.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, in order to ensure the fairness of the competition, I can request the organizers to review the live video replay."

The referee gestured for silence from all sides.

He walked straight up to Hou Bing and started a conversation, pretending to be friendly.

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