Before the warrior could be surprised, the roar of the wind filled his throat.
The Wakatsuki samurai, whose whole body was fixed on the right half of Shirodo mirror, was under the sudden increase of the boy's wrist strength.
The 193kg body was accelerated to the point of being torn out of the afterimage in an instant!
(Brothers who have no training experience, don’t even try to punch with dumbbells, thank you)
Then, like a doll, it was slammed into the cement wall behind the boy!
"Bang!"
The solid wall that had just been trampled by the boy's unloading force to create a large pit, instantly created a spiderweb-shaped hole the size of a person.
"Ugh-"
In the first half of his life when Samurai Wakatsuki was protected by high-density muscles, this was the first time that the back of his head suffered such a heavy blow!
So much so that this stubborn man even cried out in pain as he fainted!
Although in his career as a fighter, he had been defeated by [Floating Cloud] Hatsumi Izumi and [Mietingo's Tooth] Kana.
But both of them used superb jujitsu and contortion techniques to destroy his joints and subdue him.
This is the first time that he has suffered such heavy losses in his real striking skills!
The fragile nerves of the human body will not allow humans to sustain muscle tension despite being hit in the back of the head.
The legs that were holding the neck, the muscles that were so powerful that they could crush bones, suddenly relaxed.
The young man who escaped easily did not pause at all.
Twisting around, turning around and kicking!
"Boom!"
Jeet Kune Do's very penetrating kick attack, with the momentum that is about to pierce the chest and abdomen, directly hits the samurai's body that is still hovering in the air!
Then he embedded his whole body horizontally on the cement wall!
But Bai Tangjing already understood from the previous battles that this kind of attack, which could kill a group of ordinary people instantly, was not an unbearable damage at all when placed on this monster wearing muscle armor.
Not taking it lightly, a handful of green smoke flew out from the sand, and Bai Tangjing's figure once again touched the samurai embedded in the wall.
The posture of Jeet Kune Do is open, the left hand is protecting the chin, and the powerful right hand is forward.
"Bang bang bang!"
Jeet Kune Do's famously fast straight punch attack was in Bai Tangjing's hand, just like [God of War] Gaolan's thirteen jabs per second in the previous round!
That's a speed that can make onlookers have the illusion that the world has dropped frames!
It was almost a shadow of a fist, covering the upper body of the warrior.
The sound of the collision between fists and flesh resounded throughout the audience.
And under the power of the young man, which far exceeds that of Gaolan.
After every sound, the cracks on the cement wall as the bearing surface also expanded and deepened again and again.
Fine smoke flew out from the cracks with continuous heavy blows, submerging the samurai's upper body and the Shirodo Mirror in front of him, who was performing continuous blows.
Only the samurai's legs emerged from the smoke, twitching reflexively with each blow.
"That little brother... what kind of monster is he?!"
Guan Linchun felt his back molars hurt when he thought about having to face this kind of "thing" after his next victory.
Although I wouldn't call it fear.
But a man with the level of strength of Samurai Wakatsuki who can't even be restrained by a twisting technique! Should he be beaten with his head?!
Next to him, Izumi Hatsumi didn't speak, but looked at the samurai's legs outside the smoke and narrowed his eyes.
Izumi Hatsumi, a master of ancient jujutsu and modern aikido, has an understanding of the human body that is as good as that of top surgeons.
In his eyes, that kind of movement is not like a reflex twitch, but more like using the appearance of twitching to... adjust the angle?
"Bang!" There was a sound.
From the auditorium of the Judean Arena, one could see one of the samurai's legs twitching, then he suddenly lifted his knee and hit the smoke!
After the explosion of physical collision, a figure's left palm emitted green smoke, and was knocked out of the smoke by the huge impact.
The corners of his clothes brought out several trails of smoke and dust in the air.
Immediately afterwards, the blast of air blew away the concrete dust.
The Wakatsuki samurai was still embedded in the wall horizontally, but now in a posture with his hips raised and his knees raised.
"Fortunately, I still have my left hand for defense, so I don't have to punch with both fists." Bai Tangjing, who was knocked out of the smoke, smiled and casually blew away the green smoke on his palm. "Otherwise, it would have been too much to hit my head this time."
It’s terrible, uncle.”
"Pfft - what do you mean by 'terrible', pfft." The samurai who turned over and sank down from the wall spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at the young man not far away. "You are the one who is terrible!"
"It's really hurtful, uncle." The young man had a nasty smile on his lips, twitching slightly. "Although, I can't refute it, haha-"
The sound of the soles of feet rubbing against the sand was heard.
The warrior's pupils suddenly contracted, and he tried hard to search for traces of the Baitang mirror, but found nothing except the spiral pattern on the ground where the young man had just stood.
"This is...that Kiryu Setsuna from last round...?!"
The boy who sneaked into the blind spot of vision reappeared in the samurai's senses, already within arm's reach!
The rotating palm collided with the hastily raised left arm.
"P-wow!"
The unique crisp collision sound of Rakshasa palms was mixed with the Wakatsuki warrior's suppressed cry of pain.
Even the fifty-two times ultra-high-density muscle tissue appears too fragile in the face of the specialized physical destructive skills and the power of the White Hall Mirror!
The entire solid left arm was like a towel that had been wrung out, and the fingers, palms, and forearm muscles were all messed up!
"it's over."
The young man thought in his heart.
First, there was a high-intensity fist fight, and then the back of the head was impacted. Then, the upper body was bombarded by super-heavy straight punches at high speed for nearly half a minute. Finally, the left arm was turned into a mess.
Not to mention a mere pair of muscle armor, even a solid iron man should be dismantled to pieces!
However, Bai Tangjing discovered after one Rakshasa Palm strike that he was in severe pain that was almost equivalent to sending his arm into a meat grinder.
Samurai Wakatsuki, this thick and solid man, has no wavering in his eyes!
In those eyes, the fighting spirit and desire to win are burning like fire... He is a veritable [Tiger]!
Blood was leaking from between his lips and teeth.
The body creaks like an old, worn-out machine.
But this man, in this state, turned around and stepped on the boy's foot that had not yet evacuated.
"Fortunately, Master Takemoto found a way to break this pace." As he murmured, the resolute and steady face disappeared, fading like the dew in the morning.
Instead - there is the ferociousness and ferocity of a fighter!
Clench your right hand into a fist!
"Kid!"
"Come and taste this punch!"
If Bai Tangjing's left foot is stepped on, it cannot move, and the striking hand is the right hand, so it is impossible to form a counterattack posture, and it is impossible to perform the super heavy attack technique.
Do you think you can defeat me with an ordinary punch?
With the internal power of dragon blood running, Bai Tangjing did not feel that this punch would pose a threat to him.
But suddenly, the movement model of the Wakatsuki warrior marked by the brain on the retina underwent a familiar change.
Among the densely packed muscle tissue, there is such an inconspicuous bunch, which is climbing towards the red color representing "high energy"!