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Chapter 29-1 Boxing Master

The strong internal organs give boxers a long-lasting youthfulness, which is unmatched by ordinary people.

Wan Zeming was in front, Zhuang Wuming was behind, and Wang Yuanhai was chatting and laughing with Zhuang Wuming.

It seems to be harmonious, but in fact there is something strange hidden underneath.

After passing through the long corridor, a group of people arrived at the basement of the building. This is a huge underground training room where many security guards are training.

Wooden figures, sandbags, plum blossom stakes, water tanks, dumbbells, hot and cold weapon racks, and other equipment are neatly placed here, and dozens of topless security personnel are practicing boxing here.

Each of these security personnel has a strong body shape, and each of them is a person who has practiced boxing to the first level.

They may have slender arms, thick leg muscles, or may have dark and rough bodies. It is obvious that they each practice different boxing skills.

These people were surprised to see the arrival of the three major instructors, the vice chairman and his entourage.

Everyone stopped what they were practicing and focused their attention on them.

Wan Zeming said to another instructor on the side, "Lao Meng, take care of them."

Lao Meng nodded and walked aside silently, "Everyone is here, assemble."

Dangdangdang

The onlookers quickly dropped their equipment and trotted up to him, arranged neatly and with serious expressions.

In just one minute, five rows and eight columns gathered into a formation, well-trained and very orderly.

Lao Meng stood in front of them and shouted, "Everyone is welcome, run around the building ten times and come back."

"yes"

Without questioning, only obedience, a group of people jogged and left the underground training room.

Zhuang Wuming's eyelids twitched when he saw it, "Good guy, military training."

At this time, there was a hint of pride in the corner of Wan Zeming's mouth, "Chairman, my training is not bad."

"It's not bad, I can be considered an elite."

"The chairman's vision is pretty good, haha."

Zhuang Wuming glanced at him and said, "No more nonsense. Just show off whatever means you have. I have other things to do and don't have much time to play with you."

Hearing the rude words, Wan Zeming's face darkened, "Okay, since the chairman is so forthcoming, I won't hide it anymore."

"Martial men teach skills, and the winner is king."

"To put it simply, whoever withdraws from this arena loses."

Pointing to a ring in the middle of the basement, the ring was ten meters in length and width, which was considered very large.

As he finished speaking, his body trembled, like a monkey tumbling onto the ring. His movements were agile, and he flipped two meters high between movement and stillness.

A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.

Zhuang Wuming could see at a glance how powerful this hand was. The evenness of his muscles, muscles, and fascia, and the force that came from his breathing, allowed him to rise two meters high from the ground.

Ordinary people will never be able to do a two-meter somersault. One meter is the limit. Even the most professional high jumpers can't do it.

Even before coming to this strange time and space, Zhuang Wuming, who practiced boxing, couldn't do it.

With a hint of interest in his eyes, Zhuang Wuming became more and more interested in the second level of boxing after being able to practice to this extent with an ordinary person's body.

On the stage, Wan Zeming held his back with one hand, looking at ease, looking at Zhuang Wuming with a hint of pride in his mouth.

"Chairman, please give me some advice."

The arena is one meter high, and there is a staircase leading directly to it. But if Zhuang Wuming walks out of the arena, he will fall behind him invisibly.

This fight has started just now, a battle of mind and strength.

"It depends on how you come up. In the second level of boxing, the internal organs generate force, the external force is superimposed, and the two powers are superimposed. Only then can you perform this movement that exceeds the limits of the human body."

Looking at Wan Zeming with a joking look in his eyes, Zhuang Wuming smiled faintly and stepped on the ground. A huge force rose from his feet. The ground in the basement shook, as if a comet hit.

Pulling onions on dry land

With a flip in the air, Zhuang Wuming boarded the ring with ease, his movements were crisp and domineering, and he was no worse than Wan Zeming.

Watching Zhuang Wuming reach out, Wan Zeming's pupils shrank, and he saw that Zhuang Wuming jumped to such a high height solely by relying on his strength and reaction force.

A thought arose in my mind, "Are the people in the head office really monsters? This is completely beyond the limits of the human body."

As a master of boxing, he understands better than anyone else what the limits of the human body are, and science is so advanced now that even the most stupid person knows that the human body structure has innate physical limits.

Even if you are extremely talented, you can only go a little beyond the extreme level.

Taking a deep breath, Wan Zeming's eyes became serious and he put away his contempt for Zhuang Wuming.

Zhuang Wuming looked at him with a faint smile, "Wan Jiaoxi, please."

"That's offending," Wan Zeming's eyes narrowed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.

His feet trembled, his toes tapped the ground, and his body bent, as strange as a snake.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Zhuang Wuming. He turned his hand into a claw and pointed directly at Zhuang Wuming's face to grab it. The five fingers were covered in black and red.

This is a phenomenon in which qi and blood permeate the muscles to the limit, causing the meridians to emerge.

Facing this grab, Zhuang Wuming's expression remained unchanged, and he blocked Wan Zeming's grasp with his right hand.

Bang

Zhuang Wuming flicked his left hand, but he didn't block the claw. His face raised, his body flashed, and he took a step back to avoid the oncoming claw.

Wan Zeming stepped on the ground fiercely, followed up with his body, raised his left hand from below, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed from bottom to top.

His right paw remained unchanged and pointed toward Zhuang Wuming's chest.

Wan Zeming's decisive kill, the snake-shaped eagle attack, and the moon rising in the lake.

No one has ever been able to avoid his one-and-done killing blows. This move has contributed so much to him.

A smile appeared on his face, and Wan Zeming's eyes showed murderous intent.

Just when he was smiling, he saw Zhuang Wuming, whose expression remained unchanged.

The two black shadows were like two dragons emerging from the water, striking at him with knives and claws.

Bang bang

With two muffled sounds, Wan Zeming's complexion changed drastically, and a sharp pain was felt in both palms at the same time. Without any hesitation, he stopped his feet, turned his body back, and at the same time launched a leg towards Zhuang Wuming.

This leg exerted all its strength, and Wan Zeming knew it was bad when his hands hurt. The opponent seemed to have seen through his killer move, so he used a life-saving move again.

Zhuang Wuming's fists were as fast as lightning just now, breaking Wan Zeming's decisive blow. When he saw Wan Zeming doing a back somersault to escape, he wanted to pursue him, but a kick as fast as thunder forced him to stop.

The right fist came up again, and the punch collided with the kick.

Amidst the muffled sound, Zhuang Wuming's body remained motionless, but Wan Zeming reached three meters away, touched the ground with his left foot, pointed the toes of his right leg, and spun his body like a top three times before completely getting rid of Zhuang Wuming's punch.

There was a look of horror in Wan Zeming's eyes. Zhuang Wuming's blow just now was too hard, and he could barely resist it.

With a strange look on his face, he collided with Wan Zeming three times. He asked himself that he had used up most of his strength. Logically speaking, the opponent couldn't catch it, and his physical fitness was far inferior to his.


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