Zhang Biao casually threw Shen Xishan's body aside.
"You like using knives?"
Zhao Hongming glanced at the rolled-up steel knife in his hand, threw it aside, and said: "Fisting is OK too. I have never boxed with anyone else before, so I can practice with you."
"Hahaha, you want to practice boxing with me? Okay!"
boom!
There was a loud bang.
Zhang Biao suddenly exerted force on his feet and stepped on the ground.
Qi exploded along his feet, and the ground shattered, revealing a small crater.
And with the powerful recoil, he rushed towards Zhao Hongming like a mountain.
Zhao Hongming's expression was solemn, he dwarfed, used his ghostly movement to get under Zhang Biao, and punched him in the abdomen.
boom!
At this time, the true energy of his innate martial artist, combined with the power of his own flesh and blood, produced a blow that was far beyond that of an ordinary innate martial artist.
However, when Zhao Hongming's punch landed on Zhang Biao's flesh and blood, it was like hitting extremely cold steel.
You know, even with real steel, he can score three points.
But for Zhang Biao in front of him, his fists had no effect on the opponent.
The defense is so terrifying!
Zhang Biao twisted his steps and punched Zhao Hongming directly.
His fists have a huge area and are extremely fast.
Caught off guard, Zhao Hongming exchanged fists with him.
He only felt an incomparable force flowing from his fist to his arm, making him couldn't help but take a few steps back before he stabilized his figure.
There was a burst of sourness in his arms.
Zhao Hongming tried it a little bit.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Biao's physical defense was so terrifying, a bit harder than steel.
If you simply use your innate intention and the power of flesh and blood, you won't be able to hurt the opponent at all.
It seems that I still need to use the energy and blood of the angry fist to break the limit.
Just in time, you can also use this to test where your limits are.
Zhang Biao suddenly ridiculed: "How strong I thought you were, but the elite level is like this? Disappointed, you let me down so much."
He stood there, calmly watching Zhao Hongming's figure disappear before his eyes like a ghost, and then appear in another place beside him.
"Are you disappointed?"
Zhao Hongming unbuttoned his clothes, took a deep breath, and activated the mental technique originally belonging to Nushan Technique to transfer energy and blood.
In a few breaths, the energy and blood originally hidden deep in the flesh and blood were transferred to his arms.
The muscles of his arms slowly swelled as the energy and blood filled them, and the veins on the muscles also popped up and clung to the muscles, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Looking from a distance, Zhao Hongming's arms and even his upper body have more than doubled in size.
And there were dense blood spots on both arms, which connected together and turned from red to black, forming a special pattern.
Zhao Hongming breathed out gently, exhaling two streams of hot air between his breaths, blowing away the moisture in the mountain forest.
After the fusion, the martial arts Fury Fist has undergone transformation.
Now the energy and blood in his body will be continuously replenished, and every punch punched by his arms is an explosive technique of Nushan Technique.
"Come again!"
Zhao Hongming jumped out and faced Zhang Biao again.
There are no fancy tricks or dodges.
Both of them are punching to the bone.
When each of Zhao Hongming's fists touches Zhang Biao, the power contained in his arms will burst out instantly, and the power will increase by at least 40 to 50% compared to the original.
After Zhang Biao punched him several times in a row, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Then the expression on his face became even more crazy.
"Hahaha, it's amazing. Finally, someone can match my fist. I want to punch you to death more and more."
After a few punches, Zhao Hongming had a rough judgment in his mind, and his face showed excitement: "What a coincidence, I also want to kill you with one punch."
Zhang Biao grinned with a ferocious smile, and then he punched Zhao Hongming with his big palm-like hands.
The true energy surged up all over his body, wrapping around his palms in layers, and white air flowed up along with it.
Zhao Hongming had no intention of evading and chose to confront him head-on.
Punch after fist.
The clothes on their arms exploded instantly, and a wave of air spread from the middle of the two people to the surroundings.
At the same time, the grass and soil on the ground where the two of them were standing were lifted up and blown into the wind.
There were even cracks on the ground.
Zhang Biao felt a huge force coming from his fist, like a wave of waves, and each wave was higher than the other.
This power...seems to be endless.
He opened his eyes and looked down at Zhao Hongming.
Zhao Hongming, who only reached his chest, raised his head and smiled: "So you are just like that. You are big and useless."
Zhang Biao suddenly felt angry and kept punching.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he was taken over by Zhao Hongming.
Dozens of moves in a row, hundreds of moves...
The longer the beating continued, the more frightened Zhang Biao became.
The man in front of me is simply a monster among monsters.
Any martial artist is a mortal body. No matter whether he is capable of true energy or physical strength, there will always be a time when his strength is exhausted.
Even with his innate divine power, it is impossible to fight indefinitely.
But the man in front of him seemed to have endless strength. He didn't know what fatigue was. The more he continued to fight, the stronger he seemed to be.
No, it’s not that he’s getting stronger as he fights, it’s that he’s getting weaker!
By now, he had grown tired and his strength had declined, but the opponent had not.
Zhang Biao showed real fire.
The two kept exchanging punches, leaving a mess wherever they passed.
The ground seemed to have been plowed, exposing the bottom layer of wet soil, and the trees on both sides were also beaten to pieces.
Zhang Biao's eyes widened, he punched away and shouted: "Death."
However, after playing continuously for so long, his movements had become a little sluggish, and he was a beat slower than Zhao Hongming.
Zhao Hongming's eyes narrowed and he seized this opportunity in time.
Using his identity as the Eight Desolate Secrets, he used strength on the ground to get close to Zhang Biao and punched Zhang Biao on the chest.
A huge force as heavy as a thousand stones struck down.
Zhang Biao felt a tightness in his chest, his breathing suddenly became stagnant, and the door opened wide.
Zhao Hongming took the true meaning of immortality to its extreme in an instant, constantly repairing his body, replenishing his energy and blood, and driving away fatigue.
His waist and horse became one, and he was so fierce that he punched Zhang Biao to the ground.
boom!
The mountain forest trembled as if there had been an earthquake.
The birds that lived in the mountain forest were frightened and flew away from the mountain forest.
The ground with Zhang Biao as the center collapsed inward, revealing a palm-wide crack that extended to all directions.
After that, Zhao Hongming's fists fell on Zhang Biao like raindrops, completely dissipating his energy.
Zhao Hongming stood beside Zhang Biao without any sign of fatigue. He looked at him condescendingly: "It seems that you are not good at it either. You can't test my limits."
"I..." Zhang Biao spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a thought, Zhao Hongming rolled up an intact steel knife and held it in his hand: "Also, let me tell you, I am different from you. What I have achieved today is all due to my own efforts."
Poof!
The long knife fell, and Zhang Biao's head was chopped off by Zhao Hongming.
"Your Highness!"
Behind him, there was a cry of surprise.
Zhao Hongming turned around and found that Chen Xuerong, Chang Wubing and others behind him all had their eyes wide open and looked at him blankly.
