Chapter 139 This Man Wants to Go to the Underworld The noisy venue maintained a constant din, making people's ears buzz. Chen Mo grabbed a handful of melon seeds and stood in front of the ring. As a coach, he can certainly get close, and the advantage of this is that the audience can see him even when he is eating melon seeds. At this time, Jin Liang had already climbed over the fence and stood on the field. The announcer walked up gracefully holding up a sign. "The clown Jin Liang, who has fought many battles, versus the red-haired devil Yang Jie!" The cheers were quite enthusiastic, because the two opponents on the field were two "strong men" in the late second realm, which was quite interesting in comparison. Although the performances of both players in this match were just so-so, the audience's emotions were still high. Of course, many people are also interested in seeing whether the clown, who has been defeated many times but keeps fighting, can make it through the second round after winning the first round. when! With the sound of a gong, the game officially begins.

The red-haired guy attacked forward immediately, playing very aggressively, and it seemed that he wanted to seize the initiative no matter what. Seeing him rushing over, Jin Liang remembered what his coach said and wanted to attack, but he accidentally read it out loud. "He will attack first, and he will definitely throw a right punch, and he will run to the side first." Then he dodged to the right and rushed out. When the red-haired man saw him "fleeing in panic", he grinned grimly, jumped up with a bang and gave him a flying kick. This kind of stupid move would be a waste of time in Chen Mo's usual fights, and he would be killed in seconds if he used it. However, the people in this place have been influenced by those wild tricks for many years, and they all have similar ideas in their minds, so they would use it. If not, the gap between the early and middle stages would be there, and no one could guide Jin Liang. Of course, if you must say, skills like spinning kicks and takedowns look more exciting and more attractive from a performance perspective, which can be considered the result of the environment. In any case, the flying kick he used now was also within Chen Mo's expectations. Jin Liang used his peripheral vision to see what was happening behind him and silently recited the second sentence. "He kicked and then squatted straight down." Wow. He actually squatted down in the ring. When Chen Mo saw this scene, he couldn't help but slap himself on the forehead. I told you to squat, why the hell are you holding your head?! However, Jin Liang did manage to avoid the attack from behind, but his posture was not very elegant. "After the flying kick, his back will be exposed. Chase him and use the Collapsing Mountain Fist." drink-- He rushed forward and punched.

The red-haired man was in a panic and unable to defend himself. He was hit on the arm and staggered back a few steps. He was in disbelief. In the past, when I fought with Jin Liang, it was difficult for him to even touch me, let alone get hit. But this time, he was punched on the arm, which was unbelievable. At this moment, the offensive and defensive situation has changed. Jin Liang took advantage of the opponent's attack and continued to chase him, grunting and performing a series of smooth moves. Bang! In the end, Red Hair fell to the ground and couldn't get up. The referee looked at the two of them for a long time before finally raising Jin Liang's hand. "Wow--" There was a loud cheer in the venue. No one had expected this result, except Chen Mo. When Jin Liang came to an end in a daze, he saw Chen Mo, who was calmly eating melon seeds beside him, and actually saw a kind of immortal-like aura in him. Is this what it means to be a great recluse in the city? He felt that he was the happiest man in the world. "Coach! If we win one more game, we can get the third prize!" Chen Mo said with a smile, "We need to practice more." Boom! The glasses clinked together, the beer sloshing around inside. To celebrate the second victory, Jin Liang offered to treat everyone to a barbecue. Chen Mo did not refuse. After all, Jin Liang's status as a player was long-term and he could still gain experience. So the two of them went to Yingchun Road together and found a roadside stall to sit down. "Coach, I want to ask you a question." "what?" "Why are you helping me?" Chen Mo replied: "If you ask me why, I just came down to the martial arts gym to take a look, and I happened to meet you, and then I was moved by your perseverance. I think that with your spirit, I will definitely succeed, so I joined." Jin Liang laughed and raised his glass to clink it with his own. "Little brother, you are a few years younger than me. Now I won't call you coach. I know a lot of your words are to comfort me. But over the years, few people would say that. They just treat me as a clown." Chen Mo scratched his head. It wouldn't be convincing enough to force comfort at this point. After all, without exaggeration or understatement, his record of never winning in the martial arts gym for many years is indeed quite clownish, and there is nothing he can do about it when people give him such a nickname. "Why do you have to participate in a fighting competition?" He could only change the subject. Jin Liang picked up a skewer of roasted pork belly and said vaguely, "Because I want to become stronger." "Becoming stronger? That's a very common reason." Chen Mo was not surprised by the answer.

But when Jin Liang heard him say that it was common, he seemed unconvinced: "I am different from them. They want to compete to win the elixir and become stronger because they pursue fame and fortune. I want to go to the Nether Abyss." Now Chen Mo became curious. Extraordinary people like Lao Wu and Gao Xing who can reach the fourth or fifth realm but whose strength is average among the same realm usually don't think of going to the Nether Abyss, as it is too dangerous. As a person who has been lingering in the early stage of the second realm for many years, Jin Liang's ambition seems a little too big for him. "But Lao Jin, people go to the Netherworld to become stronger. Aren't you just making nesting dolls?" Jin Liang said: "No, I am not going to the Nether Abyss to become stronger, I am going to find a place called Fengshuang Castle inside." Chen Mo asked: "Why?" "I'm going to find someone." Jin Liang drank the beer in his glass in one gulp, and said with some pride, "My eldest brother is a powerful transcendent. He went to the Nether Abyss, a place called Wind Frost Castle, but disappeared. I want to find him, so I have to become stronger." "When did it happen?" Chen Mo estimated that he would not hear any good results. Jin Liang said: "Five years ago." "Well, normally, five years." "I know." Jin Liang waved his hand, "They all told me that he was dead. After all these years, I guess so too." At this point, his face lost its sadness and he smiled instead: "But if someone dies, we have to see the body. We can't let our family stay in that place forever." Chen Mo nodded: "Then I wish you success." From a practical perspective, he didn't think this would have a chance of success. Although Jin Liang believed in folk remedies, learned the Tiger Subduing Fist, and bought beeswax beads, he was indeed practicing martial arts. After so many years, his realm has never improved. That means his talent is really too poor and no one can save him. With his qualifications, it would be a pipe dream to want to practice to the point where he could enter the underworld and then find someone who had died many years ago. But Chen Mo still respected the blessing. After all, everyone has his own beliefs and he would not interfere. He picked up the cup and said, "Then let's break down the goal. The first step is to get the third prize and break through to the middle stage of the second realm!" "Coach!" Jin Liang raised his glass excitedly. (End of this chapter)