With the violent attack, the crowd couldn't even catch Yan Zhang's attack trajectory.
"So fast."
"I can't see clearly anymore!"
If Wu Huai hadn't withdrawn the puppet quickly enough, half of the puppet's body would have been beaten to pieces.
Wu Huai laughed angrily, and finally stretched out his left hand, which was behind him, and folded it with his right hand.
The fluctuating and distorted energy clone instantly stabilized.
At the same time, a delayed, dragging afterimage appeared all over Wu Huai's body again.
【Zhennan Tiger Fist】reappears!
But the shadow just flickered.
Yan Zhang, who was almost crazy, still jumped towards him.
"Seeking death!" Wu Huai finally roared, and the three attacks of his body, afterimage, and clone came crashing down.
The figures intertwined rapidly.
Force and change!
Force and change direction!
Yan Zhang's attack presented a shocking visual effect, completely breaking everyone's perception of martial arts moves.
Yan Zhan, shrouded in blood mist, can forcibly change the moves he performs, and is not affected by the stiffness of the body and muscle inertia of the changed moves.
The order of attacks cannot be determined, and even though they are attacking violently, they can dodge with almost synchronized movements.
This directly brings surprising variables to the battle.
Blood mist intertwined with white waves.
The crowd became more and more frightened as they watched.
Because Yan Zhang actually withstood Wu Huai's attack this time, and would rather take ten attacks in exchange for a scar on Wu Huai's body.
With the sound of tearing silk, Wu Huai's fighting T-shirt was torn with a wound.
Blood splashed into the air.
Before everyone could scream in surprise, they saw the splashed blood beads instantly collapse into mist, and were forcibly pulled into the blood mist around Yan Zhang.
"Sister Luo, why are your instrument values fluctuating violently!" Gao Yue, who was standing nearby, suddenly caught an incredible scene from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but lost his voice.
On the light curtain, the values representing cell activity are changing crazily.
26%→31%!
31%→37%!
37%→25%!
…
"His cell activity has reached a critical point!"
"He was obviously more seriously injured."
"But why is he faster?"
Someone around finally asked in surprise.
Luo Wan looked at the field with burning eyes, as if she had discovered a perfect test subject. She ignored the inquiries around her and murmured: "The speed of energy consumption has doubled, in exchange for attack power, movement speed, and moves.
Frequencies...all doubled!"
"Is he forcibly draining the opponent's cell activity?"
"High-level energy applications?"
"This is clearly a perpetual motion machine for combat!"
The ultimate madness, an attack regardless of the consequences!
Physical instincts that are so acute that they are abnormally sharp.
Luo Wan stood up directly, "What a perfect ability!"
During this brief dispute, changes occurred again.
Wu Huai, who had five more bloodstains on his body, had to bear the cost of one attack and exchanged the trick puppet with himself, finally closing the distance.
But he hasn't stood firm yet.
However, he saw Yan Zhang, who was blocked by the trick puppet, with his fingers spread out and pointed at him, and he shook it violently.
[Grasp of Blood]!
He actually felt that the blood all over his body was flowing out uncontrollably along the wound. In order to prevent this bad consequence from happening, he involuntarily shortened the distance again to relieve the extreme discomfort before the blood spurted out.
In fact, what frightened him the most was not the spurting of blood, but the fact that his own strength was weakening, and the opponent's strength was increasing inversely with every decrease in his strength.
As time went by, he was almost unable to sustain the shadow attack of [Zhennan Tiger Fist].
Wu Huai was forced to pull the trick puppet in front of him to block Yan Zhang's pulling.
However, at this moment, the traction around him suddenly disappeared.
Yan Zhang's fist that clenched the blood-colored air flow was pulled out and disappeared with the afterimage.
The martial arts skill [Overlord Strikes the Cauldron] belonging to young people can be used by relying on the instinct of the body when losing one's mind.
boom!
The power of the fist is concentrated at one point and penetrates the barrier.
The chest and abdomen of the trick puppet, which belongs to the category of super powers, instantly rippled.
Blood mist surged into the puppet along the edge of the fist.
The power of the star source surged and finally broke through the wall.
A pillar of blood visible to the naked eye bloomed behind the puppet.
The puppet was forced to fly twenty meters, and its positions were changed in a disordered manner due to the involvement of the main body.
The puppets retreated, and Wu Huai flew forward.
In his frightened and angry eyes, a glowing red eye appeared violently.
The next second, a fist hit him hard in the abdomen.
Click.
The sound of several ribs breaking could be heard clearly.
Wu Huai's eyes bulged, and his body was hunched over and about to fly out.
However, Yan Zhang stepped forward sideways, his left hand hanging naturally by his side, and his right arm wrapped around Wu Huai's neck at an even faster speed and pulled him into his arms.
Press your body forward.
Headbutt!
boom!
The blood mist surged.
Wu Huai's eyes dimmed, and his brain was like a tsunami, buzzing loudly, and finally flew out upside down.
But, this is not over yet.
"President!"
"careful!"
"Danger!"
Amidst the exclamations, the beast-like Yan Zhang tore through the air waves with a tomahawk dunk gesture, his legs stretched out at an astonishing angle, he jumped high, his right hand grabbed Wu Huai's throat fiercely, and then, he slammed down.
One press!
At this time,
"No--"
The brains of those members of the fighting club were buzzing.
It's over.
Someone is going to die!
Even Luo Wan, who was the calmest before, did not expect that in just ten seconds, things would take a turn for the worse.
So fast that there is no room left at all.
Even if she took action, she couldn't stop Yan Zhang in such a crazy state.
There are various forms of floating life and the appearance of all living beings.
【Time stands still.】
Lu Ze stood up.
This order came so suddenly and was so natural.
Blood mist, air waves, puppet outlines, the afterimage of the Zhennan Tiger Fist...
The actions of Gao Yue, Wang Xinxing, Che Yunhu, Shao Yixiu...
Luo Wan, Gao Yue's complicated expressions...
Twisted air, diffuse sound waves...
Yan Zhang leaped into the air and leaned down, and Wu Huai was reflected in his blood-stained pupils.
Everything stopped at this moment.
0.8 seconds is just a blink in the eyes of the world.
But for a human war king who has reached the peak of 10 stars, he can already do many things.
Ripples of air appeared on the ground under Lu Ze's feet.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He appeared between the two parties involved with his hands behind his back, and put his two fingers together to separate Yan Zhang's palm and Wu Huai's neck.
A golden pointer appeared in Lu Ze's eyes.
【Time recovery.】
All people and objects continue to follow their original inertia.
However, in the original picture that appeared in everyone's minds, there was an unexpected figure.
Then, the solidified air wave that Lu Ze stepped out earlier bloomed, finally awakening everyone.
So people saw such a brand new picture under the arrangement of a certain part-time director.
Buzz——
The air wave bloomed, and Lu Ze disappeared from the spot and appeared in the field at a speed that was almost teleporting.
boom--
Wu Huai, who was nearly unconscious, fell to the ground and stirred up a circle of dust.
boom--
Lu Ze's body is like Mount Tai, unshakable.
In front of two fingers, the blood mist surged into a flat surface, surging violently, but unable to advance at all.
Lu Zewen stared at the irrational eyes and said softly: "Now it's my turn to fulfill my promise."
A warm smile emerged.
Even Luo Wan was stunned by the shocking scene. With Lu Ze's backhand, the whole place was silent like a mountain.
Yan Zhan, who had been so violent that he could not stop it, was gently pressed to the ground by Lu Ze with two fingers.
In the invisible star source vision, the mighty star source power like a vast ocean poured into Yan Zhang's body in a refreshing way.
Yan Zhang, whose activity had been reduced to 19%, was brushed by Lu Zejing's pure and peaceful star source power, like spring rain moistening the field, and all the violence was wiped away together.
The blood in the boy's left eye faded quickly like the ebbing tide of the sea.
The right eye was confused and weak, but a trace of clarity finally emerged.
"Thanks."
Yan Zhang murmured these words and fell into a coma completely.
As earth-shattering as the previous confrontation was, the atmosphere at this time was so peaceful and harmonious.
Lu Ze stood in the venue with a gentle face and looked at the stunned crowd outside the venue.
"Investor Luo, I'm going to trouble you next."
The young man was gentle and polite, but the audience who saw this scene couldn't even smile.
The muscles on their faces have become almost rigid.
"Oh, right."
Lu Ze suddenly spoke, and the hearts of the members of the fighting club trembled.
"In the competition just now, Yan Zhang won. Do you have any objections?"
"If you have any objections, you can come to me at the Mixed Martial Arts Academy."
"My surname is Lu, and my given name is named Ze."
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The members of the fighting club in the Platinum Arena will never forget that golden autumn in September, that incredible day, when the boy who will be known as the "Hurricane Nuclear Weapon" in the future stood in the soft sunshine and spoke every word.