"Iron cloth shirt?" Zhan Mut's expression turned petrified. He turned his neck stiffly and faced Grandmaster Zhou Hong over there.
"Nie Zhan, I have inherited the Chinese heritage for five thousand years and have more martial arts than you can imagine!"
Zhou Hong raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "The iron cloth shirt is one of the signature martial arts of Buddhism. How can you, a foreigner like you, steal the name of Heart Breaking with one finger and put it on the name of Egyptian physical skills?"
"Damn it!"
Zhanmut cursed bitterly, shook his head, and took advantage of Zhao Fan's unpreparedness to suddenly launch an attack. This time he used another of the three unique skills, called Shadowless Hand.
His right hand is almost useless, so he holds it with his left hand.
The palm with five fingers spread out seemed to be divided into seven, and it was difficult to tell which was the shadow and which was the entity. It was like a violent storm attacking the Chinese youth in his eyes.
At this time, Zhao Fan moved, his right hand turned into a palm, and then there was a deafening dragon roar, and he faced the opponent's offensive.
Dragon Roar appeared, and six of Zhanmut's seven palm shadows immediately disappeared, leaving only one real entity...
He realized something was wrong and tried to hide away with his hands in a panic, but it was too late.
Zhao Fan's extremely domineering palm hit Zhan Mut's left hand accurately.
Click!
Another sound of bones breaking echoed in the ears of thousands of spectators.
Zhanmut's entire left arm was twisted like a wide noodle, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
"This is the Shenglong Palm of Chinese martial arts." Zhao Fan's faint voice sounded, "It is a palm technique that I think is relatively rubbish, but it crushed your Egyptian martial arts."
The gazes of Zhou Hong and his nine major disciples seemed to enshrine Jiangzhou Wu Zun as a god.
"The legendary rising dragon palm?"
"As expected of Jiangzhou Wu Zun, every move has its own sound effects. The dragon's roar gave me the illusion of a real dragon rising into the sky."
They discussed quietly.
Zhou Hong said with emotion: "Have you not noticed that the momentum of Jiangzhou Wu Zun's palm is really like a dragon rising into the sky? He indeed only used the power of the innate level, and more than that, it was still in the early innate stage. , but it showed the long-lost Shenglong Palm to the extreme, exactly the same as the records I saw in ancient books."
When one family rejoices, another family cries.
The blond beauty and the referee in the audience, as well as the many spectators who supported the instant kill of the emperor, felt as if their throats were filled with glue and could not make a sound. They all looked at the Chinese youth who descended from the gods in silence.
The Shadowless Palm, which instantly killed the emperor, had never been used before. When it was first used, they were so excited that they thought it was so handsome. However, it didn't last more than a second before it was beaten back to its original shape, and even the whole arm was damaged. He was crippled by the opponent's domineering palm...
Zhao Fan calmly raised his fingers at Zhan Mut on the ground, "Get up, don't you still have another Egyptian physical skill? This is also the last chance."
Zhanmut's heart was filled with deep fear. After hearing these words, he felt that he had been humiliated like never before. He forgot about the pain in his hands and stood up, "I can't use my hands anymore, but I can still use them." He has legs, Egyptian physical skills, and is invincible!"
After saying that, he used the Chinese martial arts skill that was used to counterattack the crusher, and he performed a divine split!
Moreover, he still used his legs together with all his strength, forming a V shape, and his two knees collided straight like a locomotive.
Zhao Fan had no intention of hiding at all. He raised his left hand as calmly as a breeze, and only his index and middle fingers were stretched out on that hand...
Between the lightning and flint.
In front of thousands of spectators on the big screen, Zhanmut, who was attacking like crazy, had not even hit the Chinese young man with his knees. As the opponent made two lightning-like strokes with his fingers, he flew backwards like a cannonball. After landing, it dragged on the ground for a distance of ten meters.
