"Good boy, today I will let you know what the gap is. You, a first-level martial artist, will never be able to defeat me, a second-level martial artist."
Chen Tie coldly snorted and dropped his legs to the ground without making any sound.
Qin Tian raised his eyebrows. This detail made him a little surprised. Chen Tie was fat, and he must have weighed about two hundred kilograms.
Such a big meat ball fell to the ground without making any movement. It can be seen that this person's control of strength and spiritual energy is also extraordinary.
Qin Tian shook his head and looked at Brother Xiong who was gearing up. There was no suspense about the outcome of this battle.
Chen Tie had a huge advantage against Xiong Ge with his level 2 martial arts skills. What's more, the fat man was so proficient in strength and aura, Xiong Ge would definitely not be able to gain any advantage in the fight.
"Come on, we all carry one head on two shoulders, who is afraid of the other!"
Brother Xiong roared loudly and then raised his knife and slashed Chen Tie's neck. This battle carried everyone's expectations.
If you win, you can get rid of Chen Tie's control from now on; if you lose, you can only let him be a piece of shit and never be able to stand up straight.
As the cold knife approached, Chen Tie looked calm and seemed to have no intention of evading or blocking. His cunning eyes were shrunk under his thick eyelids and he didn't know what he was thinking.
From this moment on, all eyes were fixed on the two of them. The corners of Chen Tie's mouth were slightly raised inadvertently, and his strong spiritual energy was mobilized by him in an instant.
"drink."
Chen Tie spread his legs wide and stomped heavily on the ground, causing tiny cracks in the ground under his feet.
Qin Tian has rich combat experience, at least more than Brother Xiong.
From the analysis of his momentum alone, we know that Brother Xiong is bound to be defeated. Now Chen Tie is brewing some kind of martial arts. From the fluctuations of spiritual energy in his body, we know that it is quite powerful.
If Brother Xiong only relied on the bravery of an ordinary man, he would definitely not be a match for Chen Tie who possesses martial arts skills.
"Serial Iron Arm Fist."
As Chen Tie shouted in his heart, he punched the Xiong brother who was about to kill him hard with his right fist at the waist.
"No, Brother Xiong is in danger."
Everyone couldn't help but shed a cold sweat for Brother Xiong. This chain of iron arm fists was Chen Tie's side-by-side martial arts. It was an above-intermediate martial skill. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a quasi-advanced martial skill.
With Chen Tie's strength, he can now hit five consecutive fist styles. If his cultivation becomes more advanced, it will not be a problem to hit seven fist styles.
Brother Xiong is also aware of the danger, but the distance between him and Chen Tie is already very close, and it is not very realistic to avoid it at this time.
The whistling sound of the opponent's fist came from the eardrum, and Brother Xiong raised his knife to block it directly in front of his chest.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the invisible wind of the fist fell directly on the blocking blade. The straight blade dented directly back, and the cracks on the blade were unusually obvious.
With one blow, Brother Xiong's body that was moving forward suddenly flew backwards. Before he could be shocked, invisible punches came after him one after another in front of him.
‘Bang’
The second fist blast hit the spot where the first fist blast hit without hesitation. Suddenly, the rusty blade was on the verge of breaking.
Brother Xiong gritted his teeth and resisted with difficulty. He rubbed his feet on the ground and kept retreating. The scratches brought up thick dust and smoke.
‘Bang’
When the third fist wind fell, the entire knife was instantly broken into two sections. This is Brother Xiong's only knife, and it is also his guarantee for hunting.
In Tucheng, the price of weapons was about the same as the price of water. He bought this rusty knife frugally, but now it was destroyed. Brother Xiong felt pain in his heart when he saw it.
"Brother Xiong, be careful!" Jia Ling warned loudly.
The moment she finished speaking, the two fists that followed landed heavily on Brother Xiong's chest.
Immediately, his chest felt tight, his throat felt sweet, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and the sturdy figure fell to the ground in embarrassment.
"puff……"
Holding his chest in severe pain, Brother Xiong turned his head and spurted out another mouthful of blood.
A black shadow slowly moved towards him, just enough to block the sunlight shining on him.
Brother Xiong's bloodshot and unwilling eyes slowly looked at the figure in front of him. At this time, Chen Tie's back was to the west, and the dazzling light fell on his back. Brother Xiong lay on the ground and looked up at him, but he couldn't see clearly.
His appearance.
Condescendingly, Chen Tie looked down at Brother Xiong and sneered sinisterly, "I thought you had become so powerful, but it turns out you are just a paper tiger."
Chen Tie was humiliated unabashedly. He tapped his finger in the air and pretended to say with his thick lips, "Hey, it'll pierce with one poke, hahahaha..."
Brother Xiong had a very strong self-esteem. Being humiliated by Chen Tie in front of so many people, and with her beloved present, was even more difficult to accept than killing him. Then he struggled to get up from the ground, "Asshole, I'm with you."
You fought hard."
Before Brother Xiong could get up, Chen Tie kicked him in the stomach. The former immediately flipped a few times fifty centimeters above the ground and fell backwards.
Chen Tie flashed and chased after Brother Xiong when he landed on the ground. He stamped on the head of the former without hesitation. In an instant, Brother Xiong's face was directly buried in the sand.
"Fight with me? Do you have the qualifications?" Chen Tie spit a thick mouthful of saliva on Brother Xiong's back, ignored Brother Xiong who was struggling with his hands, and said with a sneer, "In my eyes, you are just a
You're a wretch, it would be easy to crush you to death."
Brother Xiong's companions were dumbfounded. They didn't expect that a strong martial artist at the first level would be so vulnerable to a second level martial artist, and ended miserably with just one move.
This is not to blame Brother Xiong, there is a clear gap in strength between the first level and the second level of martial arts.
What's more, Chen Tie still has martial arts skills at his side, and Brother Xiong is still running around for daily food and clothing, so there is no spare money to buy martial arts skills.
With Brother Xiong's meager income, it is a bit unreasonable to buy a martial arts book. Even the lowest level of martial arts requires gold that ordinary people cannot afford.
To put it another way, even if Brother Xiong has the financial resources, his martial arts skills are priceless and there is no place to buy them in a small earth city.
"Let him go." Jia Ling did not give in to Chen Tie's lust. She rushed forward desperately and accidentally fell next to Brother Xiong. At this time, she was pushing Chen Tie away with her hands and stepping on Brother Xiong.
The foot of the head.
"Huh!" Chen Tie glanced at Jia Ling and snorted coldly, then moved his foot away from Brother Xiong's head.
"Brother Xiong, are you okay?" Jia Ling's eyes were filled with tears. She turned Brother Xiong over and asked with concern and tears.