Chapter 352 The Spirit of the Nine Tigers
"Your body..."
Wang Zheng was shocked and looked at Lin Mu in disbelief, "Are you also proficient in external arts?"
He is able to possess such a powerful physique only because he has always focused on physical training and has been practicing and polishing for nearly twenty years.
But Lin Mu was only fifteen years old and had been practicing for at most ten years.
Moreover, isn’t Lin Mu’s best skill with flying knives?
I heard that the other party is also proficient in many mysteries, how can he still have time to polish his body?
Rubbing his sore and numb fist, Lin Mu was also frightened.
This Wang Zheng was definitely the most physically powerful among the enemies he had ever encountered.
No wonder this person, who has no knowledge of the mysteries, is ranked 19th on the White Stone Ranking.
If it were anyone else, if he dared to physically collide with Wang Zheng, he would probably be paralyzed in an instant.
Even before he was promoted to martial artist, he was far inferior to Wang Zheng in this aspect.
The onlookers around were all shocked.
Needless to say, Wang Zheng is a famous horizontal training master and his physical strength has long been famous in Baishi Prefecture.
Looking at his body, it was like a bronze cast, and every muscle contained a terrifying power that made people's hearts tremble.
But Lin Mu was really surprising.
When people saw that Lin Mu chose to have a head-on fistfight with Wang Zheng, they all thought that Lin Mu would suffer a big loss.
Who would have thought that although Lin Mu fell below, he was not injured.
How could people not see at this moment that Lin Mu's physical strength was equally powerful.
After his clothes were torn to pieces, Lin Mu's upper body was also exposed.
Compared with ordinary people, Lin Mu's body is indeed much stronger, with tight muscles and a light wheat color.
But with Wang Zheng opposite him, he looked much more delicate and frail.
It's really shocking that such a thin body can actually compete with Wang Zheng.
"I want to see how long you can hold on."
Wang Zheng was furious.
Physical strength, this is his boxing power, the foundation for him to stand among the masters on the White Stone List.
He would never allow anyone to challenge him in this regard.
"kill!"
Wang Zheng is like a fierce tiger, his momentum is rushing and violent.
boom!
Qi and blood vibrated, and in an instant, an even more terrifying punch erupted from his fist, hitting Lin Mu with a power that could destroy mountains and rivers.
Feeling that Wang Zheng's punch was even more terrifying, Lin Mu did not hesitate.
The same explosive punch came out.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided.
This time, there seemed to be thunder in the streets.
The terrifying sound waves swept across all directions with even more astonishing power.
Some warriors who had been far away but came closer when they saw that there was no danger, those with weak cultivation were shocked to the point where their ears and eyes bled, and they screamed and fell back. Even martial arts masters with stronger cultivation couldn't help but groan and took a few steps back, not daring to get any closer.
Bang bang bang!
Wang Zheng's footsteps quickly retreated on the ground. Every time he took a step back, he would leave a big hole in the ground.
Lin Mu, on the other hand, was knocked away by this punch and fell to the street a hundred meters away.
Kapeng!
Next to the street, a shop's signature lion made of granite was hit by Lin Mu's body and was shattered on the spot.
"Lin Mu is indeed no match for Wang Zheng."
"It's really stupid to compete with Wang Zheng physically."
Seeing this scene, everyone around them shook their heads.
"Lin Mu, aren't you crazy?"
Zhao Qing sneered happily, "It's different now. He was beaten like a drowned dog."
Lin Mu completely ignored the comments and ridicules from outsiders.
After being severely injured by Wang Zheng, instead of being depressed, his eyes became extraordinarily bright.
"Wang Zheng, I really want to thank you. Under your violent oppression, my Vajra Fuhu Fist finally broke through again."
At that moment, he found that the energy in his fist suddenly surged after a burst of compression.
This made him understand that the King Kong Fuhu Fist, which had not been broken through for a long time, had broken through again.
Moreover, the trend of improvement has not stopped yet.
Lin Mu's boxing technique was practiced very early, and he was stuck in the bottleneck of Qihu Qi for too long.
This time, Wang Zheng's oppression was like a fuse, igniting all the information he had accumulated for a long time.
"King Kong Fuhu Fist!"
"kill!"
Jumping up from the ground, this time, it was Lin Mu's turn to take the initiative to attack.
The spirit of the Eight Tigers!
The punch force of ninety-six thousand kilograms is like a volcano erupting.
Coupled with the power of the true energy, Lin Mu's fist had a destructive power of up to 160,000 kilograms.
The stronger the strength, the harder it is to improve.
What's more, Lin Mu's improvement is twelve thousand catties.
In this kind of battle situation, it is enough to have a reversal effect.
The fists of the two were once again without any fancy features, and they collided together like a mountain falling apart.
Wang Zheng had a look of confidence on his face.
In the previous confrontation, he thought he had figured out the details of Lin Mu.
Lin Mu's strength is about 150,000 jins, while his strength is 160,000 jins.
In a competition of this level, the extra 10,000 kilograms would be enough for him to completely crush Lin Mu.
He also decided that he must take advantage of this opportunity to completely defeat Lin Mu.
Otherwise, with Lin Mu's terrifying talent, he will catch up with him sooner or later in the future.
But the next moment, his expression changed.
As soon as his fist touched Lin Mu, he realized that he was completely wrong.
The power in Lin Mu's fists strangely increased by more than 10,000 kilograms, and was actually on par with him.
This wasn't over yet, just when the two fists came into contact, Lin Mu's fist strength suddenly surged again.
The spirit of the Nine Tigers!
One hundred and eight thousand catties.
After clashing with Wang Zheng's fist again, Lin Mu's inner strength was fully revealed.
The Vajra Fuhu Fist has reached another level.
Coupled with the power of his true energy, his fist strength has reached 170,000 kilograms.
In an instant, the street behind Wang Zheng suddenly exploded without warning, sending endless rubble flying everywhere.
"Roar!"
At this moment, Wang Zheng let out a loud roar like a wild beast. The muscles on his body suddenly swelled and turned red, and his entire body increased by more than a foot.
Boom!
Immediately afterwards, terrifying power, accompanied by a bloody mist, burst out from Wang Zheng's fist.
This time his explosion released a force of 180,000 kilograms.
Lin Mu was caught off guard and was knocked away again.
After flying a hundred meters, he fell to the ground, but his body still did not stop. He slid out of a blood trail of more than ten meters on the ground before stopping.
Looking at the flesh and blood on his body, he looked miserable.
On the other hand, Wang Zheng only took a few steps back and then stood firm.
The two of them seemed to have distinguished themselves.
"Lin Mu lost?"
"This time, Lin Mu was really beaten to pieces by Wang Zheng."
Almost everyone thinks so.
But Zhao Qing, instead of mocking proudly, showed fear this time.
Although he is narrow-minded, he is the ninth rookie in Yuhu City after all, and his vision is naturally different from ordinary people.
Ordinary people couldn't see how he could be deceived. On the surface, Lin Mu looked miserable in the situation before him, but in reality, Wang Zheng lost.
