The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, which frightened Zhuge Ye and others.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you vomiting blood?"
"Brother Huang has always been in good health. How could he suddenly vomit blood for no reason?"
People who practice martial arts must practice hard almost every day. Otherwise, the martial arts skills that have been acquired with great difficulty will slowly decline.
Whether a person's kung fu is high or not mainly depends on two points. One is whether his body is still strong. If it is not strong, then in a fight, both speed and strength will decline to a certain extent.
The second one is the ability to adapt to changing circumstances, as well as the application of some moves.
Therefore, since the old man named Huang is a martial arts master, there is no doubt about his physical condition.
The unprovoked vomiting of blood is probably related to the Rakshasa's palm just now.
"What did you do?" Looking at Rakshasa, Zhuge Ye's expression was very complicated.
Apart from being frightened, I was even more unbelievable.
Rakshasa did not speak, but looked at Zhuge Ye calmly, his eyes full of contempt.
Pfft.
At this moment, the old man named Huang spat out a mouthful of blood again.
After two consecutive mouthfuls of semen and blood spurted out, a pale color appeared on the old man's face. All the energy and blood on his face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by pain all over his face.
"Brother Huang."
Someone in the crowd lost his composure and ran over quickly to help the old man named Huang, because he could see that the old man named Huang seemed to be unable to support himself.
"Brother Huang, are you okay?" an old man asked with concern.
Just when the old man named Huang was about to speak, he spat out another mouthful of blood essence. This was already the third mouthful of blood essence he had spat out.
After three mouthfuls of semen and blood spurted out, the old man named Huang no longer had much color on his body.
The whole person seemed to be dead.
If someone hadn't supported him, he would have fallen to the ground at this moment and couldn't help but beat the ground.
"this....."
Everyone's expressions became extremely solemn.
Everyone glanced at the old man named Huang, and then at Rakshasa. In addition to fear, there was still fear in their eyes.
"Could it be that..."
The expert who was supporting the old man named Huang suddenly took off his clothes at this moment.
I saw an obvious bright red slap mark on the chest of the old man named Huang.
And this slap mark was left on his body by Rakshasa.
Seeing this scene, everyone has almost concluded that Brother Huang's three mouthfuls of blood were caused by Rakshasa.
"It's inner strength."
One of them, a knowledgeable old man, took a deep breath and said, "What Rakshasa used just now was internal energy."
Internal energy?
As soon as these words came out, everyone was speechless.
Immediately afterwards, there was a huge discussion.
"He actually developed inner strength. How is this possible? Doesn't it mean that inner strength is just a deceptive thing in legend? How is it possible that someone can develop it?"
"Yes, even the old angel from Wudang Mountain has practiced martial arts for nearly a hundred years, but he has not developed inner strength. He has been groping his whole life. He is so young, how can he develop inner strength?"
"It's impossible, I don't believe it."
"This matter is already in front of you. If you still don't believe it, don't you see it yourself? Brother Huang has obviously suffered serious internal injuries. Didn't I say that even if you give Brother Huang two punches with all your strength, you can kill Brother Huang."
Do you want to vomit three mouthfuls of blood?"
"Not even three punches."
"Yes, how much strength is required to injure Mr. Huang internally? The force must pass through the body and hit the internal organs hard, so that he will suffer internal injuries and vomit blood."
"If it's an ordinary child or a weak person, we can beat him to vomit blood. We can do it if we try hard, but Brother Huang's body is so strong..."
Thinking of Rakshasa's careless slap just now, everyone's scalps felt a little numb.
It seemed that Rakshasa didn't use much strength.
But even so, Brother Huang's body was directly defeated.
Instant kill!
Yes, it’s an instant kill!
Brother Huang was killed instantly!
Rakshasa killed Brother Huang instantly with just one move!
"This person has reached the legendary realm. Even if we join forces, I'm afraid we won't be his opponent, right?" At this time, someone backed down and said it directly.
Inner strength.
A kind of illusory existence in legend, a realm that no one has ever reached.
But the Rakshasa in front of me seems to have reached it.
Once this news spreads, the entire world will be shocked.
Zhuge Ye's face was also blue and purple. He looked at Rakshasa and asked hesitantly: "What you just used...is it really inner strength?"
Zhuge was also scared, completely scared.
"I don't know what inner strength is."
Rakshasa looked at Zhuge Ye and said calmly.
Zhuge also frowned and said: "Don't you dare to pretend to be confused here? The slap you just made was the use of internal energy."
"Oh, so that's internal energy." Rakshasa smiled stupidly.
"court death!"
Suddenly, Zhuge Ye took out a gun from his hand.
Zhuge also thought to himself, so what if you have internal strength? So what if your martial arts are high?
No matter how good your skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.
What's more, I have a gun in my hand, haha.
Unless your body is invulnerable, otherwise, if you are hit by my bullet, you will definitely die.
No one's body can withstand a bullet.
So in Zhuge Ye's mind, Rakshasa was dead this time.
Rakshasa looked at Zhuge and smiled faintly: "You were so despicable three years ago. I didn't expect that today, you still haven't changed at all."
"Whether it's despicable or noble, my goal is to kill you and take your life."
"You are just a little gangster, you are not qualified to talk about being despicable or not. In your world, isn't it the winner?"
Zhuge also snorted and laughed: "You are not a martial artist, so I don't need to tell you any principles or rules. As long as I can kill you, that's all."
The moment Zhuge also took out his gun, all the old men showed a hint of contempt on their faces.
They are all conservative martial arts practitioners, and what they hate the most is hot weapons.
If you can't beat someone, just draw a gun. What's the point?
Although everyone was dissatisfied in their hearts, Zhuge also wanted money and power, so no one dared to say anything.
"Rakshasa, you are dead this time."
Zhuge also hummed and said.
"Yeah?"
Rakshasa shook his head: "Do you think your bullet can hit me?"
After saying that, Rakshasa took the lead and took action. He stretched out one hand and reached towards Zhuge. Zhuge did not hesitate at all. Although his marksmanship was not as powerful as that of a monkey, it was still useful.
A master of guns.
In fact, when Zhuge was privately challenging the world's masters, he secretly used overheated weapons, namely guns, more than once.
There were two guys who were more powerful than Zhuge Ye, but they were both killed by Zhuge Ye.
But Zhuge also disposed of the body very cleanly afterwards, so no one knew about it.
Zhuge also directly pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and Rakshasa's head, like a shadow, directly dodged his bullet.
The distance between Zhuge Ye and Rakshasa was really too close. The speed at which Zhugeye pulled the trigger was not as fast as the speed at which Rakshasa took action.
Click!
There was just a click, and Rakshasa directly pinched Zhuge Ye's arm, crushing the joints inside the arm.
Everyone took a breath of air and did not come forward to help.
A master who has cultivated inner strength is simply not something they can deal with, especially with Brother Huang's example before their eyes. How dare they take action?
No one wants to be next.
It is a mystery and a legend as to how powerful the inner strength master is.
No one knows how big the gap is, but it is certainly not small.
Zhuge can be said to be the most powerful among them, but in the hands of Rakshasa, he was captured like a chicken being caught by a hawk, and he didn't even have the strength to resist.
The gun in Zhuge Ye's hand was just like a decoration. It was snatched away by Rakshasa and disintegrated in two or two strokes.
"Zhuge Ye, do you have any last words?" Rakshasa asked with a cold face.