In the Zhongwu Sect, Chen Jia's leg skills were outstanding and he had almost no rivals.
Therefore, in his spare time, Zhen Sifei asked Chen Jia for advice, and Chen Jia taught him more or less.
Sure enough, Zhen Sifei's leg skills improved greatly. Within ten rounds, Hada was hit by his leg and fell on his back.
Zhen Sifei crossed his arms and asked him with a smile: "Boy, are you convinced?"
"I——" Hada blushed, "I lost."
"Zhamusu, it's your turn." Zhen Sifei said provocatively.
Zamusu glared at Hada, who lowered his head in fear and retreated.
Zamusu stood in front of Zhen Sifei.
Zhen Sifei stood with him and had to look up to him.
Zamusu squatted down and said, "I'm just going to stand here and take a few moves from you. If you have any skills, feel free to use them."
"Okay, this is what you said." Zhen Sifei jumped forward and kicked Zamusu on the left shoulder. Unexpectedly, Zamusu didn't move and let him kick.
Zhen Sifei kicked Zamusu as if he was kicking a stone. Instead of kicking him, he almost broke his own legs.
Zhen Sifei was shocked and thought, is this guy a human?
Zamusu dusted off the ashes on his shoulders with his hands, sneered and said, "Try harder, why does it look like you haven't eaten?"
Zhen Sifei used all her strength and punched him in the chest again, but he still didn't move at all.
Zhen Sifei was not convinced and punched him four more times, back and forth, and kicked him twice. He didn't care at all. At this moment, Zhamusu flew up with his right foot and kicked Zhen Sifei in the waist.
If this kick were to hit, Zhen Sifei would immediately suffer broken bones and tendons. Even if he survived, he would still be seriously injured.
It was too late for Zhen Sifei to hide, and he was about to hit him with the kick. At this moment, someone flew over and kicked Zamusu's right leg away, protecting Zhen Sifei.
When everyone saw it, it was Tang Dalong who rescued Zhen Sifei.
Zhen Sifei closed his eyes, thinking that it would be over at this moment. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Tang Dalong saved him again.
"Brother Tang, I——." Zhen Sifei wanted to say something else.
"You step aside." Tang Dalong said.
With just one kick, Nazamusu felt that Tang Dalong's kung fu was extraordinary.
"Tang Dalong, you finally came on stage." Zamusu said.
"Zhen Sifei didn't kill any of your people, so why did you hit him so hard?"
"If I don't force you like this, will you take action?"
"Well, it seems that you and I have to have a fight today."
"I have heard of your name for a long time, and this is also my long-cherished wish." Zamusu said.
Tang Dalong took a look and saw that Zhamusu's muscles were bulging all over his body, similar to iron blocks. His whole body was like half an iron tower.
Tang Dalong knew that he was a tough guy.
At this moment, Zamusu also changed his tactics. He no longer stood there and was beaten, because he knew that Tang Dalong was not Zhen Sifei after all. Zhen Sifei couldn't kick him, but it didn't mean that Tang Dalong couldn't kick him either.
Zamusu stood up and threw his hands forward to grab Tang Dalong's shoulders.
Wrestling is the strength of the Mongolian people, everyone from children to old people can do it.
They also hold wrestling competitions every year, and Zamusu always comes out on top every time he participates in the competition. In the eyes of the Mongolians, he is an invincible hero.
