The air explodes and roars with unparalleled power!
Everyone can see that Yan Zhendong's punches are fierce and domineering and surprisingly powerful.
Fighting against him, the foreign boxing champion, who was a head taller than him and had muscles all over his body, was actually forced to retreat repeatedly during the fight.
Not to mention that he was inexplicably shocked, even the audience had their mouths wide open with incredible expressions on their faces.
Especially the foreign businessman who took out the sea ship as a bet and wanted to make a big fortune. At this time, his eyes were bulging and his face was pale. He was breathing heavily and looked like he might faint at any time.
Such an appearance made the surrounding foreign spectators subconsciously stay away from this guy.
Yan Zhendong showed great power, forcing the foreign boxing champion back more than ten steps with each punch. His momentum became more and more astonishing, and he was about to knock the opponent off the ring in one fell swoop.
Obviously, the foreign boxing champion does not want such a thing to happen.
Although the pair of iron fists were not only red, swollen and bruised during the continuous collision, but even part of the skin on the hands and faces had been cracked, and blood was flowing horizontally, which was quite miserable.
At the same time, waves of severe pain hit the bones of his hand. If he hadn't been accustomed to the brutal and bloody boxing ring, he might not have been able to hold on at this time.
In addition, even the internal organs seemed to be shaken, and waves of indescribable unpleasantness came to my heart, and I felt the urge to open my mouth and vomit.
But despite this, the foreign boxing champion still wanted to fight back and glanced at the unparalleled Yan Zhendong, with a look of fear and madness in his eyes.
Roar!
When he retreated to less than a foot away from the edge of the ring, he seemed to have thought about something and made a decision. The guy suddenly let out a beast-like roar.
The next moment, he didn't hit Yan Zhendong hard with his fist and hit Yan Zhendong with an explosive punch. Instead, he hit Yan Zhendong hard with his hard and spacious chest.
But a pair of iron fists with blood flowing from top to bottom without hesitation struck Yan Zhendong's head directly.
This is a tactic that involves exchanging injuries for injuries and fighting against the physical strength.
Seeing the foreign boxing champion being so crazy, all the spectators were in an uproar.
In particular, a group of martial arts celebrities and experts all opened their eyes to see the result.
They knew that the foreign boxing champion was doomed this time, and that his flesh and blood body was definitely looking for death if he could withstand the fists of a peak Ming Jin warrior.
The result was not beyond their expectations...
Although the foreign boxing champion is tall and has long arms, it was Yan Zhendong who was the first to hit his opponent.
At this time, Yan Zhendong's momentum had reached an astonishing level.
If an ordinary person stood in front of him, with just one look, he would probably be able to frighten him and make him freeze and let him slaughter him.
A fierce and domineering eagle punch, with unabashed sharpness, hit the foreign boxing champion's chest hard.
There was only a cracking sound of bone cracking, and a clear fist mark was clearly sunk in the chest with strong and well-defined muscles.
At the same time, an iron fist from the foreign boxing champion hit Yan Zhendong on the forehead.
But in the end, Yan Zhendong's head only tilted back slightly, and two traces of blood flowed from his nose, but his body remained motionless.
The foreign boxing champion received a sharp eagle punch from Yan Zhendong. His tall and majestic upper body leaned back, and his entire body was taken away from the ring and flew backwards.
drink!
Yan Zhendong noticed bleeding from his nostrils, his eyes suddenly turned red, his body suddenly rose into the air, and he swept out an unusually sharp whip leg.
The foreign boxing champion, who might have fallen onto the ring, flew out of the ring with this blow and landed heavily on the ground.
In this battle, Yan Zhendong, an iron-shirted man, won completely!
Countless spectators cheered and the entire pier turned into a sea of noise.
"Awesome, really amazing iron cloth shirt hard skills!"
The martial arts celebrities and experts on the viewing platform did not get up, they were still in deep shock.
After a long time, an old man sighed and said: "If it were a martial artist of the same level, I would not dare to take the punch of the foreign boxing champion!"
Just kidding, there were no gloves in the bounty ring at this time. The foreign boxing champion even tied his hands with hemp rope. Everyone knew that such heavy blows would cause more damage.
Yan Zhendong's iron cloth shirt was really not a cover. He received a punch from the foreign boxing champion, but his head was slightly tilted back and he had a little nosebleed.
If it were any other master of the same level, the mildest concussion would be a moderate concussion, and it might even be a severe concussion.
Huang Feihong chuckled and nodded, and said proudly: "Huang has long said that Master Yan's strength is quite good, and he did not embarrass us Chinese warriors this time!"
After saying that, he stood up and strode toward the militia's stronghold at the pier.
As for the aftermath, there was no need for him, the leader of the vigilante group, to take action. Naturally, there were already relatively professional people to handle the implementation of the bet.
At this time, the foreigners who came to Foshan to do business, under the supervision of the militia group Qingzhuang, had no courage to play any tricks.
By the time Wu Dong arrived at the stronghold, the sea ship taken out by the foreign devil merchants had already fallen into the hands of the militia.
In this battle, Yan Zhendong became famous in one battle!
Seeing Huang Feihong checking Yan Zhendong's pulse, he walked over briskly and asked, "Master Huang, is Master Yan okay?"
At this time, Yan Zhendong's forehead, which had been punched by the foreign boxing champion, was already bruised and swollen, and looked quite scary.
"Don't worry, there is no problem!"
Huang Feihong put down his hand to check his pulse and chuckled: "Master Yan's Iron Shirt Kung Fu has been practiced to a very advanced level, it's just a little skin injury!"
"That's good!"
Wu Dong felt relieved, looked at Yan Zhendong with a smile on his face, and said leisurely: "Master Yan became famous in one battle. I am afraid there are many people who want to learn from him. Have you ever thought about opening a restaurant to teach apprentices?"
Naturally, he hopes that Yan Zhendong will open a martial arts gym so that he can train a few more masters of hard skills, which is naturally the best thing.
Sometimes, I have to admit that it is better to use hard skills.
Just like this time, if it were Huang Feihong who took action, although he would definitely win in the end, he would never win so cleanly and neatly, leaving people speechless.
Even if Huang Feihong also reaches the peak of Ming Jin, he is limited by his body shape and his own strength limit, and he still cannot achieve the majesty of Yan Zhendong.
If it were Pork Rong who was a master of martial arts, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the same.
When Yan Zhendong heard this, he was quite moved, but in the end he shook his head and said: "Forget it, I have no intention of opening a school to teach disciples!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Dong just nodded to express his understanding and had no intention of continuing to persuade.
In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that Yan Zhendong is a northerner after all, and he is also a master of northern martial arts.
At this time, the gap between the northern and southern martial arts circles was not small, and it was not easy for Yan Zhendong to open a martial arts school in Foshan to teach apprentices.
If he could return home in fine clothes, Yan Zhendong would be eager to revive the Yan family's martial arts style in Shandong...