"Junior, you are proud of yourself for being able to force me to display my true skills. However, I advise you to admit defeat now. The iron-smelting hand I practice is an advanced technique of iron sand palm. It has huge power and can be practiced to the extreme.
As the name suggests, it can easily refine steel. Although I am too stupid to reach that level, a slap is enough to break your bones and bones and burn your skin." Standing on the spot, Dong Wuya persuaded with a confident expression.
road.
In his opinion, Zhuo Yun has such strength at a young age and is already regarded as a martial arts genius. He can't help but feel pity for the talent in his heart. After all, once fighting begins, even he cannot fully grasp the domineering palm power of the iron hand.
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"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I still want to feel the power of senior's iron-smelting hand."
As he spoke, Zhuo Yun's eyes burst out with a strong fighting spirit, and the feeling of being evenly matched made him excited.
"If you don't listen to advice, you will regret it!"
Shaking his head, Dong Wuya felt dissatisfied and stopped trying to persuade him with a slightly cold expression. The hot temperature emanating from his hands soared again and he stepped towards Zhuo Yun.
Feeling the threat from Dong Wuya's hands, Zhuo Yun suddenly had a thought in his heart.
Turtle Breath**'s strongest ability lies in defense, and this moment is a good opportunity to test his defense power. He is confident that even if he cannot completely resist the attack of the Iron Smelter, he will not be seriously injured.
It was precisely because of this confidence that he gave up resisting, stepped forward to meet Dong Wuya's hands, and rushed forward.
Dong Wuya, who was using his full strength, never expected that Zhuo Yun would do such a death-seeking behavior. By the time he reacted and wanted to take back his strength, it was already too late.
Even Wang Yun, who was watching, was stunned by Zhuo Yun's behavior. Of course, he was more gloating in his heart.
Two fiery red palms, like red-hot irons, were heavily imprinted on Zhuo Yun's chest.
"Bang bang!"
Accompanied by two dull bombardments, blazing waves of air surged, violently tearing Zhuo Yun's clothes to pieces, and a burst of charred smoke emerged from his chest.
In an instant, Zhuo Yun felt like two hot irons were placed on his body, and the gushing fire poison surged down his chest and into his body. The strong force seemed to break his chest.
"Buzz!"
The vitality that circulates according to the Turtle Breath Art, under the attack of the iron smelting hand, is like a swarm of wasps that have been touched by a honeycomb. It immediately rushes out to attack the fire poison that pours into the body, and intercepts the strong strength of the iron smelting hand.
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His body swayed, and Zhuo Yun stepped back two and a half steps, leaving clear footprints on the ground.
"How is this possible!" Wang Yun stepped forward in astonishment, looking at Zhuo Yun who was calm and composed with disbelief.
He knew very well the power of the iron-smelting hand. Even a stone tablet could be shattered with one palm, and the high temperature of the iron-smelting hand was enough to burn a tree black.
In Wang Yun's sight, where Zhuo Yun's chest was hit, except for his clothes that were scorched by the high temperature of the iron smelting hand, his skin was only red but did not turn black.
Not only Wang Yun, but Dong Wuya, who performed it himself, also had a dull look on his face. He had never encountered anyone who could directly use his own iron-making hand without being seriously injured.
"Huhu!" The vitality in his body surged, and Zhuo Yun opened his mouth and exhaled a stream of hot and poisonous gas, with excitement in his eyes.
"Careful, it's my turn to attack."
Along with the words, Zhuo Yun's whole body seemed to be equipped with a propeller, and the vitality in his body was running, generating a steady stream of power. He showed his body and mind step by step, and rushed in front of Dong Wuya in the blink of an eye.
With many days of practice, Zhuo Yun's forward figure stopped in an instant as steady as a mountain. His feet were rooted to the ground, and his fists were gathered on both sides of his waist. His posture was exactly what needed time to accumulate in Xingyi Quan.
The most powerful and powerful artillery boxing style.
While exerting all his power, as he swung his fists, the vitality in his body surged into his arms, and a burst of fist wind energy rolled up on his fists, as if two cannonballs had really condensed.
Feeling the power of his fists, Dong Wuya's expression changed drastically, and the temperature on his hands glowing red increased greatly. He slapped Zhuo Yun's fists in an attempt to resist the bombardment of his cannon fists.
"Boom boom!"
The fists and palms met, and with a roaring impact, Dong Wuya, whose hands were red, screamed, and his whole body was thrown backwards as if he was hit by a speeding car.
"This, how is this possible?"
Wang Yun, whose hair was blown away by the aftermath of the violent fist, stared blankly at Dong Wuya, who fell seven or eight meters away, vomiting blood, and repeated the words he had exclaimed just now.
Compared to the horrified Wang Yun, Zhuo Yun seemed calm and composed, with a sparkling look in his eyes.
This kind of battle with evenly matched masters made him feel more comfortable than ever before, and he also had a lot of insights into his own skills and moves. His eyes were still full of war as he stared at Dong Wuya, who was tremblingly getting up from the ground.
Dong Wuya, who could barely stand upright, was so frightened that his heart trembled violently under Zhuo Yun's warlike gaze, and he almost fell to the ground again.
The artillery punch move just now not only broke his arms, but his whole body almost fell apart. The fact that he was able to stand up now was entirely due to his willpower from years of martial arts training.
"Ahem, your Excellency has great skills. I am ashamed of myself. Excuse me for disturbing you."
After hastily admitting defeat, Dong Wuya was too embarrassed to stay here any longer, so he called Wang Yun over, helped him and left quickly.
Thinking that he had repeatedly reminded Zhuo Yun to admit defeat, Dong Wuya felt extremely ashamed, and his old face was completely lost.
Zhuo Yun did not stop Dong Wuya from leaving. Even though the old guy was here to cause trouble, he reminded himself twice in a row during the battle that it was indeed the utmost benevolence and there was no need to kill everyone.
In addition to this reason, there is another very important reason. After the battle just now, he has gained a lot of insights in his mind. He now urgently needs time to integrate these things he has learned in the battle. Once the delay is too long,
It will get twice the result with half the effort.
This basketball court was in a remote location and no one came to disturb him, so he could completely immerse himself in his thoughts. From time to time he would stand there in a daze, or suddenly move his feet to attack. This lasted for more than an hour, and it was not until it got dark that he finally
Wake up from practice.
After an hour, he gained a lot, but of course there were some unsatisfactory things.
Originally, he had an idea and planned to integrate the perception of the surrounding water flow when he was holding his breath in the pool into his own moves and movements. Unfortunately, perhaps because his background was too shallow, this mysterious and mysterious thing was very difficult to use.
It is difficult to achieve fusion, after all, he has only scratched the surface of his understanding.
(Thanks to the 100 starting coin reward from Brother Destroying Technetium Dust. There is another chapter today, which will be posted at nine o'clock in the evening!)
