It was as thick as an ordinary person's waist, like a muscular arm made of twisted steel bars, and it was trembling.
It's not because of weakness, but because of the fierce wrestling!
"Crunch-"
The confrontation between Baidang Jing's neck muscles and Julius' arm muscles, flesh and blood, made a sound like steel.
"Unbelievable! Unbelievable~! In the face of Julius's heavy punch, the player Shiraido Kyung just tilted his head! He didn't even move a step!
Now! He is truly fulfilling his declaration!
——‘Let’s fight head-on’!”
"Oh~my god! This is impossible! According to Reinhardt's strength, the force of that punch would be impossible even if his entire body weight were put on it! How did he do it?"
On the commentary stage, who were successively shocked by Bai Tangjing's surreal techniques and arrogant declarations, Katyuan Shouxiang and Jerry finally seemed to have come to their senses and began to return to their duties and explain to the audience.
On the field, Julius did as he said, not intending to play any boxing games.
The palm like a cattail fan called towards the boy's head from another direction.
If you hit it hard this time, you will soon be able to make a brain sandwich between your palms, head, and fists!
"Bang!"
But the sound of flesh and skin hitting did not occur on top, but on Julius's chest and abdomen.
"Ugh-"
A positive kick almost penetrated Julius's chest with an momentum that was close to piercing the flesh.
The sweat droplets were shaken off the skin, and the mountain-like giant couldn't help but retreat!
The lungs were suddenly compressed and the air was expelled, causing the muscular man to widen his eyes.
And the muscles on the chest, which were strong enough to break the iron chain without leaving any trace, were like plasticine leaving a footprint!
“oooooh!
Spartan kick! A standard Spartan kick! Simple, powerful, and powerful!
Just like the declaration of Baidang Kyung! He is here to fight for strength!"
Jerry Tyson shouted passionately in the commentary box.
Even though he had studied martial arts in the Republic, the appreciation of the rugged and brutal strength of the people of the United States was still imprinted in his bones.
The scene in front of him was as impactful as a rabbit kicking an elephant away. It almost made his lower body pull the flag involuntarily!
But the young man on the field did not intend to stop.
The internal energy of dragon blood surges through the meridians, and the heat emitted by body movements is being converted into spiritual energy by [Spirit Absorbing].
So even if I started doing strenuous exercise, not a drop of sweat would break out.
But he did not intend to use this ability to absorb heat on his opponent, but continued to attack him with punches and kicks.
After all, what you say is what you say, and it would be too ugly if you don't abide by it.
"bass-"
The sleeves cut through the air due to the rapid displacement.
Almost instantly, Baitang Jing was in front of Julius who was retreating.
Another straight punch came up!
"Hey, hey? Why is this? According to player Reinhardt's huge weight and unbalanced movement posture, whether he steps on his ankles or kicks his knees, one of his limbs can be destroyed in an instant! Why does the choice of player Baidang Kyung be like this?
Is it [straight punch]?" The sexy dark-skinned beauty knowingly aroused the audience's emotions, shouting excitedly, "Is it a humiliation to Reinhard? Is it a contempt for muscles?!"
"No!" Jerry Tyson, who was next to him, grabbed the microphone. "Bai Tangjing's background is practicing Jeet Kune Do. Joint damage and disruption of the center of gravity are commonplace."
The black man pointed at the big screen in the center of the arena tube, his big eyes that were already prominent on his face almost bulging out of his sockets with excitement.
"Look at his smile!
——That man just wants to abandon these skills at this moment!"
On the world's top high-tech screen, every detail on the field is displayed in detail.
And on the handsome face of the fist-waving young man, there was exactly that-a happy smile!
That smile seems very ordinary in ordinary times.
It may appear on the faces of young men and women who have successfully confessed their love, or it may appear on the faces of young children who have received the gifts they have longed for...
But this is the arena where fists and fists are destined to die!
In the midst of the merciless biting and fighting between people, a [happy] smile appeared...
The timid audience even couldn't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies.
In the midst of that smile, the [Monster] and [Monster] on the field began a series of fists and kicks.
Fist to fist, wrist to wrist...
Julius Reinhardt, like Gozo Murobuchi before him, is a physically powerful person who has never practiced fighting techniques.
Therefore, even if he himself does not want to engage in such a clumsy attack-on-attack battle, Bai Tangjing can easily judge his boxing path through the cooperation of his eyesight and brain.
——Then force him to come over and attack!
"You stunted skinny monkey!"
Julius, who was so angry that his blood vessels bulged, clasped his hands into a hammer, contracted his steel-like muscles, and smashed down from top to bottom like a pile driver!
Bai Tangjing's mouth grinned even wider, and from an unfavorable position underneath him, he struck out with the Shenglong Fist!
"Uncle, don't just look at the size of your muscles, look at their quality as well!"
"Bang!"
The three fists collided, and Julius's weight of 200 kilograms even briefly floated into the air due to the powerful reaction force!
At the foot of Baitang's mirror, a deep pit was once again dug into the sand-paved field, and the flying dust directly exposed the floor with spiderweb-like cracks underneath.
Amidst the smoke and dust, Julius landed again and gritted his teeth and pressed his hands down.
But even though the blood vessels in his forehead were about to burst due to the force of his muscles, the hammer he held in both hands was still lifted inch by inch in the trembling struggle.
"I'm so sorry, uncle." Bai Tangjing lowered his head, "I know you are a person with a good personality. Even if you attack me before the game, you are reluctant and polite.
But me.
Ever since I entered this arena...
I can’t help but have the urge to crush you strong men from body to soul!”
There was an unstoppable smile in the young man's voice.
And when he looked up, there was an exaggerated smile!
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"Grandpa, look! The mirror must be very strong! And that smile... is so gentle!"
Garuda held Wu Huiliyang's skinny arm and promoted the person he was interested in with a proud face.
She was completely unaware of the blue veins popping up on her grandfather's head besides his forced smile and nod.
"Oh, the little girl calls that smile 'gentle'? The family education is really good, Eriya."
The loose kimono wrapped around the old but still strong muscles walked down the steps.
[God of War] Takemoto Jiuan heroically picked up Wu Horio who was next to Wu Huiliyang with one hand and threw him aside, then sat down with a golden sword.
That [Wu Zhigui Niu], who had killed countless people in the other world, didn't kick back until the old man let go of his body weighing more than 200 kilograms.