Chapter two hundred and eighteen pair fist(2/2)
This is the same as the first battle between Yuan Tao and Kong Jie.
It is an unchangeable fact that the cultivation level of Liu Yang and others is lower than that of the opponent. If the opponent really wants to use fancy tricks, there is really no way. Since they choose to stand still and fight, isn't it just what I want?
"this……"
The guard went crazy.
That's not the case at all, okay?
Didn’t I just say it?
The opponent is practicing the Iron Armor Kung Fu, which is a fist comparable to steel. It is impossible to win in a fist fight...
Just as he was about to explain a few words, he saw figures shaking on the competition stage, and the battle between the two had begun.
Even if you want to dissuade him at this time, it is too late.
…
"Since you agree, let's get started!"
Seeing that Liu Yang had fallen into the trap, Bai Chao roared excitedly, took two steps forward, and punched Liu Yang.
Boom!
The air compressed by the fist produced a sonic boom, and it was just as said. The surface was covered with fine scales, as if it had turned into the hoofs and claws of a savage beast, giving people an unusual sense of oppression.
"Well done!"
Liu Yang raised his eyebrows and raised his fist to meet him.
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"It's over!"
Unexpectedly, the guards he sent out in a hurry failed to stop the fist fight between the two. Chief Wang Hong's face turned pale and his body shook uncontrollably.
How can a human fist compete with the opponent's brutal beast's fist? And the strength is far inferior?
He closed his eyes and sighed. Just as he was about to lament that Liu Yang would soon break his hand bones and fail miserably, he heard the patriarch Bai Ming next to him short of breath and exclaimed "Ah!"
Chapter completed!