Han Baihang looked at Zhang Xueliang walking down the stage, and couldn't help but frown secretly, thinking: "I only heard that Zhang Xueliang is an ignorant young man. Could it be that he also knows martial arts?"
Looking at Zhang Xueliang's calm and steady steps, Han Baihang gradually understood that Zhang Xueliang was not only good at martial arts, but also had a lot of attainments.
Slowly, Han Baihang slowly put away his contempt, tensed his muscles, and stared at the approaching Zhang Xueliang like a cheetah ready to attack.
"Brother Han, you and I are old acquaintances. This time for Ruolan, I will never give up." Zhang Xueliang slowly unbuttoned his chest, revealing the white shirt underneath, full of muscles, and
The explosive force undulated gently with Zhang Xueliang's movements.
"It's getting late, let's get started."
Zhang Xueliang threw away the clothes in his hand and flew towards Han Baihang with one foot like a cannonball. In the lightning flash, Zhang Xueliang's fist carried the compressed air and went straight to Han Baihang's lower abdomen.
Han Baihang was frightened by Zhang Xueliang's astonishing speed. He had no time to react. He took a deep breath, put his feet on the ground, dug his abdomen in, and sucked Zhang Xueliang's fist.
With his heels biting the ground, Han Baihang's waist was like a fully-stretched bowstring, suddenly loosened. Using force to strike was found in every sect, and it was not considered a profound martial arts.
But what Zhang Xueliang didn't expect was that Han Baihang reacted so quickly. Not only did he completely remove all the force of his cannon punch, but he also took this opportunity to fight back.
This kind of ability to adapt to the situation is really surprising. Zhang Xueliang felt an overwhelming force coming from the tip of his fist, slowly attacking his chest.
After reacting, Zhang Xueliang raised his fist and took a few steps back before eliminating the force on his fist.
Zhang Xueliang waved his numb fist and smiled at Han Baihang: "Brother Han is really awesome."
Han Baihang patted the dust on his belly and said with a smile: "To each other."
The two stood facing each other on the school field. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that although Zhang Xueliang wanted to strike first, he suffered a heavy loss at Han Baihang.
The two were seen complimenting each other, but this time it was Han Baihang who made the first move. Han Baihang made a mistake in his steps, making a fist with his left hand and a knife with his right hand.
He punched Zhang Xueliang's shoulder with a punch, and stabbed Zhang Xueliang's lower abdomen with a knife.
Zhang Xueliang frowned, tapped his toes on the ground, and jumped to the side, trying to avoid Han Baihang's fist.
Unexpectedly, Han Baihang's fist suddenly changed halfway and was aimed at Zhang Xueliang's abdomen. The knife in his hand went from bottom to top and went straight to Zhang Xueliang's shoulder.
Seeing that Zhang Xueliang could not escape, he first forced Han Baihang's fist away with his kick, then flipped his wrist, pointed his sword and stabbed Han Baihang's wrist.
The last move came first, before Han Baihang's knife touched the corner of Zhang Xueliang's hand, he was already about to be stabbed by the sword finger.
If this finger were stabbed, Han Baihang's wrist would be disabled. At the critical moment, Han Baihang suddenly bent his elbow, retracted his palm, and hit Zhang Xueliang with his elbow.
As soon as Han Baihang changed his moves, Zhang Xueliang also changed his moves. He loosened his sword finger, spread his rootless fingers, and grasped Han Baihang's elbow.
There was a muffled sound between the two of them, and Zhang Xueliang tried hard with his fingers, trying to twist Han Baihang's elbow. However, Han Baihang suddenly straightened his arm, and like a whip, he whipped his forearm towards Zhang Xueliang's face.
Zhang Xueliang failed to avoid it, and a bright red mark suddenly appeared on his face. His head became even more dizzy, as if he had been hit by a hammer, and he staggered back.
In fact, Han Baihang also felt uncomfortable. Just when his arm hit Zhang Xueliang, Zhang Xueliang followed his arm and punched him hard in the armpit.
This fight only lasted for two or three seconds. During this period, the rapid changes of moves and quick reactions made the onlookers gasp in amazement and were dumbfounded.
The two of them fought hard, neither wanting to give the other a chance to breathe, so they collided with each other again. For a moment, people were flying on the school field, the wind was strong, and the fists were hitting the flesh. Every muffled sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground.
On everyone's mind.
Han Baihang stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Xueliang's evil tiger claw, which was about to take out his heart. He was about to break the opponent's fingers, but he didn't expect that the opponent would whip his leg towards his calf. In desperation, he could only let go of the opponent and pointed towards him.
Jump back.
The two of them shivered for more than ten minutes and were already sweating profusely, but they still couldn't decide the outcome. Han Baihang didn't expect that Zhang Xueliang was so good at martial arts, so he couldn't help but thought to himself: "This can't go on like this! What a fool, wealth can only be gained in danger.
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Han Baihang suddenly jumped back. As soon as he landed, he rubbed his feet on the ground and flew towards Zhang Xueliang like a stray bullet. Zhang Xueliang couldn't figure out Han Baihang's moves, so he could only protect his chest with his fists and secretly exerted force with his feet, preparing to take the edge off.
Give it to Han Baihang.
Han Baihang suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Xueliang, and punched Zhang Xueliang's head blankly. Zhang Xueliang frowned, Han Baihang was full of flaws now, what on earth was he going to do.
Just because of such hesitation, Zhang Xueliang's hand movements were two minutes slower. Zhang Xueliang failed to block Han Baihang's fist and was punched in the face by Han Baihang. His vision suddenly went black and he flew backwards.
Before he fell into coma, he did not forget to kick Han Baihang in the chest. Han Baihang staggered back with pain in his chest after being kicked by Zhang Xueliang. He covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Old Master, the winner... the winner has been decided." Han Baihang took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling blood in his throat, stood proudly in the middle of the field, and looked down upon Zhang Xueliang, who had red and swollen cheeks and passed out on the ground.
Everyone watched the gods fight, with their mouths open and not daring to take a breath. Until Han Baihang spoke, a burst of exclamations and admiration broke out from the crowd.
Zhang Renkui looked at the cheering people around him with satisfaction, and did not hesitate to applaud him. He praised Han Baihang: "Sure enough, heroes come from young. Both of them are the best young heroes in the world! It's really eye-opening for me.
What a vision!”
Han Baihang stood in the middle of the school grounds, with the hot red sun above his head and the fine breeze blowing in his ears. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his heart, and the blood in his body couldn't stop boiling. He wished he could wake up Zhang Xueliang and have another fight.
Zhang Renkui stretched out his hand and pressed it into the void. After everyone slowly calmed down, Zhang Renkui said slowly: "Now I think the results have come out, and I believe everyone will have no objections, right?"
Everyone nodded. The battle between Han Baihang and Zhang Xueliang captured the hearts of countless people. The other people were no different from playing monkeys. Everyone was a respectable person, and they all wanted to save face, so they did such a despicable thing.
Zhang Renkui nodded with satisfaction and said: "I declare that my son-in-law is..."
Before he finished speaking, a short, fat man stood up with a vulgar look on his face and said, "I would like to ask Captain Han for his advice."