Chapter 865: Show mercy
In fact, Yang Yiyi has no awareness of how strong she is at all, she always feels that she is still a little shrimp.
In fact, if you think about it, she can compete with one of the four heavenly kings of the Sirius Sect, so she is definitely not a piece of shit.
It's really no good compared to top-notch masters, but dealing with a small family like Taohuawu is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.
Xing Mukai was wondering where Xing Muqing found the master.
In the past ten years, Taohuawu has indeed not cared about Jianghu affairs, but when people from Jianghu come to seek medical advice, Taohuawu does not turn them away. On the contrary, they have formed many good relationships, and it is not surprising that they have friends who can fight.
But yesterday I issued a challenge, and today I can find a master. This is too strange. In Xing Mukai's impression, there is no such awesome person within a day's reach of Qinghe Lake.
Seeing that Zhang Hu didn't test his abilities at all, Xing Mukai turned around and said:
"Zhou Long, come on."
"Yes, Master!"
Among the crowd behind Xing Mukai, one person jumped out and landed firmly on the ground.
This person is not as muscular as Zhang Hu. At first glance, he looks like an ordinary person walking on the street. However, the muscles of his exposed arms are very strong, and he looks very powerful at first glance, rather than just a big guy.
The lightness of pulling onions on dry ground and the pace when landing can also be seen that this person is more than one level higher than Zhang Hu.
"Long next week, please enlighten me."
Zhou Long had seen clearly in the crowd just now, so naturally he didn't dare to be careless in any way. After saying hello, he immediately put up a posture.
Yang Yiyi still stood so ordinary, even holding one hand behind her back.
This was taught by Li Chengqi, and he looked like a master.
--clang.
The bell rang again, but unlike Zhang Hu, Zhou Long rushed up immediately after the bell rang. He stared at Yang Yiyi's every move, scanning up and down, trying to find any flaw.
She just stood there with her hands behind her back like this. At first glance, it looked full of flaws, but in fact, there were no flaws at all.
After all, Zhang Hu's movement skills just played were too fast, and people are not afraid of you watching.
The two sides faced off for more than ten seconds. Zhou Long became more and more frightened as he watched, and a layer of fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
"You don't want to come over? Well, I'll come over."
Li Chengqi said this simply because it was boring to stand like this. As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yiyi followed suit.
Zhou Long intuitively felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, and Yang Yiyi disappeared after a moment, and he was immediately shocked.
What we need to do at this time is not to stupidly find where Yang Yiyi is, but to take action.
Zhou Long had some hands-on experience this week and was not just a stupid guy who practiced martial arts. He found that Yang Yiyi was missing and left the place.
Almost at the same time as he dodged sideways, a foot seemed to appear out of thin air, and the heel hit the spot where Zhou Long had been standing just now.
With a muffled sound, even those watching the fight could feel the vibration passing through their toes. If this force weighed a thousand pounds, it would be difficult to handle.
Zhou Long didn't even have time to rejoice secretly. He took half a step back with his left leg to regain his footing, and then punched out with both fists. The shadow of his fists covered Yang Yiyi's body.
The main reason is that he is afraid that if Yang Yiyi uses Yanbojiang Jue again, he will not be able to catch up.
When I was watching from the sidelines, I could see clearly and thought I could catch up. However, when I met face to face, I realized that it was not that simple.
Zhou Long's method is simple and direct, higher, faster and stronger.
The founder of Taohuawu left behind four unique skills, internal boxing and matching medical skills, and external boxing and matching beating techniques.
Xing Muqing and Xing Mukai each learned half of it. To say which one is higher and which one is lower, there is no way to tell the difference. It can only be said that it depends on the person. Xing Mukai's disciples all practice kung fu and use physical exercises to forcibly improve their physical abilities, which is a typical form of foreign boxing.
Similar to the Supreme Intention Vajra Kung Fu, if you practice it to a high level, you can also feed your inner weakness. You can develop internal strength without practicing internal skills, but the efficiency is far less than that of the Ultimate Intention Vajra Kung Fu.
The advantage is that there is no qualification requirement. As long as you work hard, anyone can learn it. And because it is simple, there are very few flaws.
But the shortcomings...
There is no possibility of the weak defeating the strong.
There is more than enough strength, but not enough change. It is powerful but weak.
The shadows of Zhou Long's fists are all over the sky, and he is indeed more than one level higher than Zhang Hu, but that's all.
Yang Yiyi took a few moves and punched them with a backhand.
The scene of Zhang Hu being slapped away by a palm was still vivid in his mind. Zhou Long didn't dare to be careless this time. He immediately stopped his attack and put his hands together.
If there is no way to avoid it, then the only option is to have a head-on confrontation, and a hard-on confrontation will extremely test the most basic abilities of both parties.
In this regard, Zhou Long was simply not good enough in front of Yang Yiyi this time.
Zhou Long, who had received the punch forcefully, felt a huge force coming towards him. He used all his strength to finally catch it, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another huge force hit him again like the echo of a huge wave. .
Feng nodded three times.
This boxing technique is just awesome. One punch is faster than the other, and one punch is higher than the other. When you practice it to a great level, you can strike first and strike first, and the three punches can be combined into one.
Not only that, each punch also comes with three stacks of strength, one level higher than the other. The last one comes first in coordination. No matter what fancy tricks you have, just one punch will send you to the King of Hell.
But again, let's not talk about whether Yang Yiyi has mastered Feng Nodded to perfection. After all, this is just a competition, and Yang Yiyi really doesn't have the strength to kill people.
Even if he tried his best to hold back, this punch caused Zhou Long's body to fly into the air. However, compared to Zhang Hu who had his butt backwards, Zhou Long did a backflip in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground.
It took all the strength of the body to receive this punch, and it landed smoothly. However, Zhou Long's hands were as weak as noodles. Due to the excessive force just now, he couldn't lift much strength now.
Zhou Long shook his hand, trying to get rid of the sore and numb feeling, but when he looked up, Yang Yiyi, who was standing still, flickered and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Long was extremely anxious. He was now at a time when his old strength was gone and new strength was not yet regenerated, and he couldn't muster the strength to resist.
He had no choice but to raise his legs, trying to stop Yang Yiyi's progress with his knees, and barely blocked it with his arms.
However, Yang Yiyi didn't care about your knees at all. She slapped her knees down with a slap, and then followed with a set of mantis blows.
Mantis Boxing is all about playing fast, don't get stuck, and if you get stuck, you'll get a set of combos.
Zhou Long felt like stars were popping up in his eyes. He was blocking left and right, completely confused, and was beaten so hard that he was disoriented.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a fist coming towards his face, and there was no way to avoid it. At this time, Zhou Long could only close his eyes and wait for the fist to hit him. On his own face.
But the fist stopped on the tip of Zhou Long's nose, and an exaggerated punching wind came down from the top like an air hammer. The dust around Zhou Long's feet was blown away, revealing a neat circle.
"Concession."
Zhou Long opened his eyes and took a look, knowing that the other party was showing mercy, so he reluctantly held his fists with his weak and weak arms:
"Thank you for your advice. My skills are inferior to others. Your Excellency wins this round."
(End of chapter)