Huo Yuanjia was indeed as he said, showing no mercy.
Seeing Yang Lin rushing forward, the sword was rolling towards him.
His feet sank, and his burly body transformed into an awakened lynx, leaping and leaping before landing silently.
The start is thunderous and the landing is silent.
And his hands were either hitting, pressing, covering or blocking, and the rhythm was ever-changing, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, which made people sick to watch.
What he used was the famous boxing technique, Huojiaquan and Mizongyi, which he used to fight from Tianjin to Shanghai, from Jiangbei to Jiangnan, and he was invincible and invincible.
No matter how ferocious Yang Lin's attack was, under his fist, it was like a gentle breeze blowing on his face, making no waves.
This is a given.
As soon as he handed it over, Yang Lin understood.
I also know where Huo Yuanjia is so powerful.
What makes the opponent stronger is not his boxing skills or his unparalleled attack speed, but his unparalleled actual combat experience.
Being able to use just the right moves in any situation, no more force, no less force, using every move to defend and attack, contains incomparable danger.
He was a little confused at this time.
Why on earth do the Japanese have the confidence to allow Akutagawa Ryuichi to defeat Fearless, who has so much experience in martial arts competitions?
Just the poison?
No matter how poisoned he was, it would be impossible for Huo Yuanjia to be unable to throw a punch or attack with a kick.
In that case, anyone who is not blind will be able to tell that something is wrong.
Therefore, at least Akutagawa Ryuichi could block Fearless's early fist and kick attack like a torrential rain and wind.
Even if you are defeated, you can still be undefeated.
Maybe it's because Akutagawa Ryuichi is very capable, or in other words, his fists and feet are very powerful.
Punch him, and he seems to be fine. Punch Huo Yuanjia, and the poison attacks.
Thinking of this, Yang Lin stopped fighting with Huo Yuanjia.
Strictly speaking, although his moves are extremely skillful, he is still a step behind Huo Yuanjia in terms of sophistication.
Of course, his dexterity and cleverness gave him the upper hand.
As a result, the two of them were rolling around on the field, fists and feet colliding with each other, and the sound was loud and clear.
But no one can do anything about it.
The people watching around him were so scared that they didn't even dare to blink.
I am afraid that if I am distracted for a moment, the winner will be decided on the field.
At this time, no one still remembered that this competition was a teaching battle, a trial where the older generation used their reputation to promote the newcomers.
It looked like a life-and-death struggle, with every move aimed at the vital point, opening monuments and cracking rocks.
"Anyone who misses a move will probably suffer broken bones and tendons, Yuan Jia, this is..."
Nong Jinsun was not very proficient in martial arts. He looked nervously on the sidelines. He was walking around, his breathing was not smooth, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
On the one hand, he was worried about Huo Yuanjia's health, and on the other hand, he complained about his seriousness.
You said that you decided to use yourself as a ladder to make others famous, so why do you mean it?
It doesn't hurt anyone.
"Okay, Enter the Dragon."
Eagle Claw King Chen Zi was watching from the sidelines with his two white eyebrows raised high, his breathing became light, his eyes were sharp and sharp, and he wished he could also come on stage to gesticulate.
When Zhang Yuquan came, he was a little disapproving at first.
He didn't understand Huo Yuanjia's behavior very much.
Even if he is poisoned and injured, he cannot fight.
There are so many martial arts celebrities in Shanghai, any one of them would be better than a junior like Yang Lin.
As for putting aside reputation so lightly to promote younger generations?
What if Yang Lin misses when fighting against Japan?
It was only when the two of them were fighting so fast that they could no longer see their body movements clearly, Zhang Yuquan was horrified.
He knew that even if he took the field, he would probably be knocked to the ground within a few dozen moves.
Where is this concession?
It's obviously a peak showdown...
When you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent.
Yang Lin's strength and difficulty finally aroused Huo Yuanjia's desire to win deep in his heart.
It's obvious that he wants to win...
If you want to win with one move, give in another move.
Bring a perfect ending to the last battle of your martial arts career.
At this moment, Zhang Yuquan vaguely saw the majesty and domineering power of the arrogant Huo Yuanjia when he challenged everyone in the Jinmen ring.
Make friends with fists and challenge all directions.
Ask.
Who else?
"Well, what a young hero, so heroic."
Huo Yuanjia exhaled loudly and punched out like thunder. Amidst the roaring and crackling sonic boom, he suddenly let out a long laugh, "Let me show you why the Huo family's Mizong Fist is so popular in the world?"
He took a long breath, his chest swelled high, and an abnormal blood red appeared on his orange face.
His fists, which were as steady as an old dog a moment ago, were changing every move, and when his body pounced, it was like a mountain collapsing and a sea splitting apart.
The fist wind roared, like a long bow exploding, like a rushing river.
In an instant, the fists were like arrows, turning into countless afterimages.
Those present were either martial arts celebrities or junior disciples.
It was as if he could see dozens of arms growing out of Huo Yuanjia's body that was suddenly advancing and retreating, and his fists were beating into waves.
Both punching power and punching speed increased exponentially at this moment.
For a moment, all Jingwu Sect disciples were both proud and worried.
He is proud that this is the spiritual symbol of Jingwu Sect, the top boxer who beats foreign boxing champions and dares not to show his face.
What worries me is whether Huo Yuanjia can withstand such an explosive explosion with his current body.
How long can it last?
"Swallowing the weather in one gulp, filling my chest with anger..."
Yang Lin's blood boiled in the face of the fist that was like a strong wind sweeping the ground.
As he swallowed it in one breath, he seemed to be back in that era of fireworks.
I saw the past where people cried and shed blood...
Children with missing arms and legs flashed through his eyes, and he saw the body of a girl who fell from the upstairs of Zhongfang Garden.
"Hey..."
A long and shrill roar sounded.
The fallen leaves flying around were struck by the strong wind, and with a puff sound, they were shattered into pieces before they even fell.
Suddenly, Yang Lin's figure unreasonably grew several inches taller, and his hair fluttered like a flag or a flame.
His eyes were blood red, and a pair of fists suddenly turned into giant hammers, like beating the sky...
Rongrong did not retreat but advanced, facing the punches like arrows and rain, and fought back.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were dazzled, as if they saw a giant ape with bloody eyes and golden hair, roaring and charging there.
Even a mountain in front of you will collapse.
Even water will stop flowing...
If you look carefully, you can see that when Yang Lin punches out, he actually creates a seven-layered punch.
Pushing forward with both fists, the fists move in waves.
When the two collided, the ground seemed to be whipped up by a strong wind, and dust rose up to a height of several feet.
First, there was a long impact sound that was densely packed together.
Immediately afterwards, I heard the beat of steps like a drum, one step forward and one step back, pressing each other step by step.
"It's him who has the upper hand?"
Chen Zizheng, Zhang Yuquan, and everyone present who could understand the boxing skills all had their eyes widened at this time.
They originally thought that Yang Lin would be able to block the punch after Huo Yuanjia was exhausted, and then counterattack.
This is quite remarkable.
At least, don't let the scene become one-sided, even if today's competition is not in vain.
But they didn't expect that Yang Lin was bolder and more conceited than these people imagined.
What he wanted was not to give way to Huo Yuanjia at all.
But I don’t want a top boxer to end helplessly...
He would rather defeat the opponent openly and openly when he is at his strongest, using the opponent's best boxing technique.
Let Huo Yuanjia of the Jingwu Sect practice the martial arts path throughout his life without any regrets.
Life goes on and the fight goes on.
We can't let this old boxer die on his bed, regretting that he didn't start well and end well.
Only when you are defeated by a stronger punch can you truly let go.
This is Yang Lin's greatest respect for Huo Yuanjia.
defeat him……
The two figures stopped as soon as they touched each other, and the sound of the wind gradually subsided.
Yang Lin's punch landed an inch in front of Huo Yuanjia's nose.
Where the fist wind stopped, Huo Yuanjia's long gray hair spread out with a crash, flying backwards like a flag.
His fist was barely able to attack and stopped, still three inches away from Yang Lin's throat.
But it was a little slower.
"I lost, your punch was stronger and faster."
A trace of loneliness flashed across Huo Yuanjia's face.
"No, that's your fist, it's the Huo Family Mizong Fist."
Yang Lin smiled.
This fist was passed down from Huo Yuanjia, and it was improved in the fantasy world of performing martial arts.
At this moment, he is actually a younger version, the peak version of Huo Yuanjia. He is better than the Huo Yuanjia who has dried up his energy and blood and has injured his liver and lungs. Naturally, there is no suspense.
Huo Yuanjia looked stunned and then smiled, "Yes, this is my fist."
The colorful sounds all around were like thunder, resounding through the sky...
