The terrifying scene of blowing up a grandmaster with one punch severely subverted the hearts of every grandmaster present.
Everyone used to think that Li Wenchan was a "weak chicken" who could only talk big words and could be killed easily.
But now, in the blink of an eye, he changed from a "weak chicken" to a "big tyrannosaurus" that eats people.
His youth and strength deeply shocked everyone.
At this time, he stood there with a stern look, and no one dared to look down upon him.
With his strength, he was able to dominate the scene.
"How could he be so powerful?"
Strong jealousy appeared in Zheng Hua's eyes. He also practices martial arts, but until now, he has not even stepped into the inner strength.
But Li Wenchan, who was younger than him, had reached a realm that was far out of his reach.
Ning Huaying even covered her little mouth, almost dizzy.
"It turns out that what Uncle Zhang Wei said is true. He is really powerful."
She remembered that before leaving, Zhang Wei had told her not to offend Li Wenchan. Li Wenchan's strength was unimaginable.
At that time, she was only half-convinced.
Later, after entering the mountains and forests, she didn't find anything strange about Li Wenchan from the contacts she made along the way.
Therefore, he gradually forgot Zhang Wei's words and began to despise Li Wenchan, thinking that Li Wenchan was just an ordinary person.
Until now, Li Wenchan has been nothing but a blockbuster.
"Hahahaha, gang leader, let me just say this, this little brother is our last hope."
Only Uncle Yang laughed loudly.
He got it right.
So many masters have misjudged them, but he has a keen eye for recognizing people. This alone is enough to keep him busy for most of his life.
Look, the grandmaster’s eyes are not as strong as mine!
For a moment, he felt quite proud, and his whole person seemed to be several years younger.
"I really made a mistake. This is a raptor."
At this time, the old gang leader Ning came to his senses as if he had woken up from a dream, "But even if he has the strength of a first-class standard, it will be difficult to make enemies with so many people, not to mention there is a high priest who is eyeing him, unless he can block the high priest's attack
Spirituality!"
Even if you are a first-grade person, you are not invincible.
Stronger than Shen Yizhou just now, he chose to retreat.
"You don't need to panic, so what if he's a first-grade quasi-grade one? If we work together, we can kill him!"
"It's really exciting to hunt down an accurate first-class statue."
"And he is still such a young and unparalleled genius, so it will be even more valuable to kill him."
Many masters have calmed down. They have a large number of people, and there are many second-level experts among them.
The great Malay wizard, the ancient Muay Thai boxing champion Barma, and the great head-dropper Imati, these three are all giants who have been rampant in Southeast Asia for many years.
Coupled with five or six grandmasters, such a lineup is enough to kill a quasi-first-grade person.
"Qualified first grade? It seems that you really know nothing about power."
Li Wenchan looked at them with pity.
That punch just now didn't even use one-tenth of his strength, but these people naively thought that it was already his full strength.
"Everyone, please join forces to kill him. The appearance of one Xiao Tianhao in the Hua Kingdom is terrifying enough. There must not be another one. Otherwise, if we wait a few years, we in the Southeast Asian martial arts world will all surrender to him!
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Ancient Muay Thai boxing champion Barma's fighting spirit is as surging as the roaring waves.
Li Wenchan's strength not only did not scare him, but instead inspired him to be warlike.
He was born in the underground black boxing industry. He has experienced countless battles since he was a child. He is born to fight and is extremely warlike.
At this time, he could clearly feel his heart beating violently, like a loud drum. Every time it beat, blood would flow through the body for a week, providing huge energy to the entire body.
The ancient Muay Thai he practices is an extremely ancient technique. Like the Muay Thai practiced by ordinary people, it has been simplified a lot in order to popularize it, and the difficulty of practice has been greatly reduced.
But his ancient Muay Thai is different. It is the oldest and most powerful version. It is extremely rigorous to practice. The body has to go through thousands of tempers. Without an indomitable will, it is impossible.
But it is also because of this that his physical body has been trained to be extremely powerful, and his body is more terrifying than steel.
"Chinese, what's your name? I won't kill unknown people?!"
"Do you deserve to know my name?"
Li Wenchan snorted coldly.
"Then go to hell!"
Barma roared angrily and took the lead.
I saw him exert force with his feet, and with a "bang" sound, the ground cracked. He rushed in front of Li Wenchan with a speed faster than a cheetah, and an aura of killing a hundred battles came from him.
Rush out.
As soon as he took action, it seemed like eight arms were coming from all directions.
Ancient Muay Thai is also known as "Eight-Arm Boxing" internationally.
It mainly uses the eight limbs of the human body, including the fists, legs, elbows, and knees, as eight weapons to attack. The power is extremely abundant and the attack power is fierce.
When most people face this kind of boxing, they feel like they are facing a storm of pressure. It is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, let alone the power of "eight arms"?
And Balma's martial arts realm is even higher than that of Eight Arms!
I saw his eight arms suddenly uniting into one, turning into a peak punch.
This punch is unique.
Twist the power of the eight arms into a rope, pushing the power to a peak.
This is his own boxing technique.
"Wrath of Ganesha!"
In his hometown, Ganesha is called the Elephant God, and he has the supreme status, symbolizing honor, holiness and nobility. Therefore, elephants can be seen everywhere in his hometown.
Now he named this punch 'Ganesha's Wrath' because he felt that the power of this punch was like a blow from the elephant god, which was unstoppable.
"What a ancient Muay Thai champion. Balma's punch is not weaker than Shen Yizhou's punch just now."
The great Malay wizard said something appreciative, and then he took action.
He muttered something in his mouth, a complex ancient witch language, and the skull he had been holding in his hand suddenly floated up in the air.
This skull was a trophy left behind after he killed a grandmaster.
Over the years, after refining various secret techniques and spending countless efforts, it has become a quite terrifying magical weapon.
"I curse you, your eyes will become my eyes. Your heart will become my heart. Your bones will become my scepter. Your head will become my wine glass. Your soul,
Will be my sacrifice..."
That head actually seemed to come alive and made a creepy sound.
This is a curse, a type of witchcraft.
I saw jet-black threads shooting out from the sky, like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, winding towards Li Wenchan.
These threads contain a terrifying power of curse. Once entangled with Li Wenchan, it will be enough to cause his flesh and blood to rot, and he will be destroyed forever.
After the two powerful men took action, the great master Yimat did not hold back.
His moves are the most terrifying.
From the ring on his finger, resentful spirits emerged one after another.
He collected these resentful spirits from various countries in Southeast Asia. They all suffered tremendous pain before their death, and their hatred could not be eliminated after death, leaving behind deep resentments.
This resentful spirit condensed into one and turned into a huge ghost claw. On top of the ghost claw, countless ferocious faces appeared and fell from Li Wenzhan's head.
Three second-level experts joined forces at the same time to strike a decisive blow.
Ning Huaying and others felt as if their breathing had stopped, and they looked at Li Wenchan nervously.
Even though he was the old gang leader Ning, he only felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart at this moment.
Although he is also a second-grade man, facing such a siege, he will definitely die!