On the arena of Pier Entertainment City, Lei Hu used his hard Qigong skills and punched out like a cannonball. He collided hard with the powerful iron fist on the opposite side, making a muffled sound.
A majestic force roared from the fist, and the joints of the arm crackled. Somewhat unable to withstand the violent and explosive force, Lei Hu's tall and strong body took three steps back in succession.
But before he could completely calm down the turbulent energy and blood in his body, a sharp iron fist roared towards him.
The fist made a sharp sound as it rubbed against the air. It was obvious that the speed of this punch was astonishingly fast, and its power should not be underestimated.
Lei Hu stretched out his hand to block, followed the huge force coming from his arm, and suddenly crouched down and swept out with one leg.
Yan Zhendong on the opposite side remained unmoved. The skin of his exposed calf suddenly tightened. He withstood Lei Hu's extremely sharp whip kick, and his body moved half a meter sideways on the ring.
He was not a vegetarian either, so his other leg followed the situation and flew straight to the vital part of Leihu's thigh.
He just swept out with his leg, but Yan Zhendong's supporting leg was not injured. Instead, he was shocked by the huge force on his leg, which caused the blood to surge and the leg bones to hurt. Seeing his opponent's leg shoveling without mercy, Lei Hu was shocked and folded his hands.
He patted forward and hit the feet that were as hard as steel from the flying shovel.
With the help of his hands, his body sent back a huge counter-shock force, flew backwards to avoid the fierce shoveling legs, and landed steadily on the ground of the ring three meters away.
The qi and blood in his body were surging wildly, which was unbearable. He was subjected to extremely powerful counter-shocks one after another, and the superposition of layers of shock made it difficult for him to calm down.
Yan Zhendong didn't intend to give him a chance to breathe. He rushed forward to Lei Hu with a few steps, making fists with both hands and blasting out like a dragon out of the sea.
Fight!
At this time, Lei Hu's body's energy and blood disorder had not yet calmed down. Seeing that his opponent was not giving him a chance to breathe, he secretly gritted his teeth and charged forward. The strength of his upper body was concentrated on his fists and roared out.
The two of them were fighting fast, and they saw two figures flipping around on the ring, and the roar of fists and feet was almost hard to tell whether it was real or illusory.
The sound of fierce collisions was endless, and fists and feet were flying, causing loud and explosive roars.
This was definitely an extremely exciting showdown, and it was also an arena fight that made hundreds of spectators excited and screaming.
The famous Lei Huhu Ye of Zhongyi Hall faced off against the recently famous Yan Zhendong of Qilu Tiebushan. The competition became intense from the beginning. Both of them were experienced Mingjin masters and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
Attack is their most powerful skill. Lei Hu's fighting skills in the army are extremely sharp. He can use almost anything, whether it is fists, palms, claws or legs, any part that can be attacked is turned into the most violent attack weapon.
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Yan Zhendong's methods were even more fierce. A pair of iron fists roared horizontally with fierce force, and his legs opened and closed like a knife and an ax, galloping horizontally and horizontally in an extremely domineering manner.
The most frightening thing is that his fist and kick attacks are not only fierce and domineering, but every attack, regardless of fist or kick, brings extremely powerful and huge damage.
In comparison, Lei Hu was far inferior. He could use most of his body's strength, but he couldn't use his fists and feet at the same time. That is, he could attack with ferocious and domineering strength in his fists, but he couldn't carry the fierce strength in his legs and feet.
The same goes the other way around. With strong strength on the legs and feet, even if the fists can be strong, their power will be much weakened.
This is the difference between the middle stage of Mingjin, the late stage of Mingjin and even the peak level!
It cannot be seen in a short period of time, but as time goes on, the impact of the mutual bombardment will appear quickly, which will severely test the body's ability to withstand it.
The battle between Lei Hu and Yan Zhendong just verified this point!
Within fifty moves, Lei Hu could fight Yan Zhendong on a par with Yan Zhendong with his bloody courage and exquisite and sharp methods.
After fifty moves, the body endured great counter-shock pressure. The Qi and blood in the body were disordered, the muscles and bones trembled, and the parts of the body were severely hurt by the force of the counter-shock, which greatly affected the display of Lei Hu's combat power.
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In the next thirty moves, he could only attack less and defend more, and in the end he even lost his ability to counterattack.
After eighty moves, Lei Hu's defeat is certain!
boom!
Gathering up the courage and risking bone fractures in both fists, he gritted his teeth and punched Yan Zhendong hard, and another huge wave of counterattack force surged over him. He ignored the severe pain that shot through his fists and arms, and his body felt like
It flew up high like a parabola and landed directly on the edge of the ring.
"I surrender!"
He did not continue to show off his strength, and jumped off the ring directly to avoid Yan Zhendong's flying kick. His face was calm and his forehead was dripping with sweat. He was breathing heavily like a bellows beating crazily.
His whole body was covered in bruises, and all the parts that were attacked by Yan Zhendong's fists and kicks were experiencing bursts of pain. If he hadn't been strong-willed, he would have rolled over and wailed long ago.
But even so, his condition was not very good at this time, and even taking a step felt extremely difficult.
However, he didn't mean to blame Yan Zhendong at all, but he felt quite excited.
In a fierce battle with Yan Zhendong, although the energy and blood in his body were shaken and trembled, and the muscles, bones and skin were seriously injured, he also touched the threshold of the late Ming Jin period.
Sure enough, high-intensity, high-risk fierce battles are the best way to improve your martial arts realm!
"Concession!"
On the ring, Yan Zhendong stood up with his hands folded, saluted Lei Hu with his hands clasped, turned around and jumped off the other side of the ring, and left the contestants' tunnel with striding steps amidst the wild shouts and cheers of the audience.
No one noticed that Yan Zhendong's hands hanging by his side were trembling slightly all the time.
Obviously, fighting for 80 rounds against a mid-level Mingjin player like Lei Hu would not be light on him. It’s just that Yan Zhendong was the final winner, and others didn’t think too much about it.
"Is Ahu okay?"
Lin Shirong, who had been standing at the edge of the ring, realized something was wrong. He immediately rushed to Lei Hu, who was standing still, and asked loudly with an eager look on his face, his eyes began to turn red.
"It's okay. Once I calm down the surging energy and blood in my body, there will be no problem!"
Shaking his head, Lei Hu looked calm as usual and loudly comforted Lin Shirong, who was anxious. Sure enough, he took steps and left from the contestant tunnel as if nothing was wrong.
As for the deafening boos from the audience, he didn't pay attention at all. He looked calm and calm as if he didn't hear it. On the other hand, Lin Shirong, who left with him, looked embarrassed and embarrassed, as if he was the one being booed by the audience. He was so shameless.
It's not thick enough.
"It's so annoying, it hurts me to death!"
When he returned to the players' lounge, Lei Hu could no longer maintain his masterful demeanor, and he gritted his teeth and let out a cry of pain...