"How is it? Does this punch feel good?" Wu Feng came over again and punched a powerful punch that was as powerful as the beginning of the world.
Zhao Hong was still swaying a little, unable to avoid the punch. This time, his chest was hurt, and his chest was as painful as burning, as if it was about to explode.
Zhao Hong resisted not falling down, but took a few steps back.
Wu Feng was so proud that he stepped forward to attack again. Zhao Hong was on guard this time, and the two quickly fought each other. One used his fierce strength, and the other skillfully used the exquisite moves in Tai Chi. It was difficult to solve the problem for a while.
point.
"The sixth punch!" Wu Feng punched Zhao Hong in the lower abdomen.[
Zhao Hong's face looked extremely painful. He was not as relaxed as he was at the beginning, and his movements became slower. Although he could hit Wu Feng many times, his strength was obviously insufficient.
The two of them were going back and forth. Wu Feng's opening and closing movements were staggering, while the exquisiteness of Zhao Hong's moves was breathtaking.
But Zhao Hong, who is new to Tai Chi, is no match after all. What's more, no kung fu is completely without flaws.
"Ninth punch!" Wu Feng roared angrily and hit Zhao Hong hard on the nose with a powerful fist.
A feeling of dizziness quickly rushed into Zhao Hong's mind, and Zhao Hong knew that this was a precursor to fainting.
Forget it, who makes his skills inferior to others?
Zhao Hong doesn't have too many regrets in his heart. He is very satisfied to have reached this point. After all, it is not easy for him to be the best among so many young adults in his forties.
Slowly, slowly, Zhao Hong fell backward.
A smile appeared on his lips.
He saw the hall leaders and gang leaders sitting on a row of sofas and chairs in front of the stage. Of course he knew that Tantian had high expectations for him, and hoped that he could become the martial arts hall leader and his right-hand man.
However, he was still disappointed...
Zhao Hong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and fell down on the ring.
I feel very happy to be able to fall down in the place where I have fought. There is the smell of sweat and blood in the air, and that invigorating smell seems to have a faint aroma.
No matter how old he is, Zhao Hong will never leave this land where he can fight!
There was endless applause in the hall. This was a wonderful battle, enough to make people talk about the battle for many years!
"Victor, Wu Feng!" Li Zheng's voice echoed in the hall.