Chapter 202

What is momentum?

Yao Xingyuan's way of jumping up from afar and locking half a challenge arena with one punch is called momentum!

A boxer who has really trained his fist to the core should have the momentum!

People describe the dynamic static conversion is very fast, often use "static as a virgin, dynamic as a rabbit", Yao Xingyuan really achieved this point. The sudden outburst caught people off guard.

And he is not a rabbit, but a living lion.

Wang Yong, who was frightened and fled in the challenge arena, was the one who escaped.

"Should this be Yao's most proud punch?" Huo Qingfeng, the leader of Huo's eight poles, commented.

Yu Haiwang agreed: "this is the boxing method. It's not like today's young people only use their strength to swing."

While they were talking, the result had already come out in the challenge arena.

Although Wang Yong runs fast, his legs are moving at a high speed, which brings the horse shape of Xingyi boxing into full play. However, Yao Xingyuan almost shrouded in the ring under the punch, still seems not fast enough.

Bang!

Yao Xingyuan came down from the sky, as if the God of heaven came down to earth, and hit Wang Yong with a heavy blow.

Wang Yong is walking with a bow. He didn't expect that Yao Xingyuan's fist was so fast and accurate. When the figure rises and the fist falls, Wang Yong on the other side has already been hit.

Poof!

Wang Yong directly fell on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale as if he were dead.

Only the limbs paralyzed in the challenge arena are still telling people that he is still alive.

"Good! Good fight There were cheers in the ring.

These viewers have no position. They want to see only excitement and blood. After fighting for a long time, someone finally vomited blood. Can they not cheer?

"Kill him! Don't stop, shoot him quickly There was a clamor.

"Old Yao, what are you waiting for? Kill him quickly! So many of us are waiting to see it! Or I'll come for nothing Someone called again.

They want to see something more exciting. They want to kill people. Only in this way can they satisfy their increasingly paralyzed senses, and only in this way can they find pleasure in blood and indifference.

Looking at this scene, Xu Zian couldn't help smiling. He didn't make a noise or make a fuss. Instead, he shook his head as if he had expected the result: "unfortunately, I'm looking for my own way to die!"

Xu Zitai was nervous. He grabbed the armrest of the chair with both hands, and the skin on the armrest was scratched by him. He just said in his heart: stand up! Wang Yong, stand up!

It's just that Wang Yong in the challenge arena can't feel his voice at all. He was still wriggling just now, but now he's still motionless, just like death.

Seeing this scene, the spectators finally got crazy and stood up one by one, waving their fists and shouting: "kill him! Kill him

In this situation, these people's original reserve and steadiness are all gone, replaced by uncontrollable desire to vent. They want to go on the stage and lift Wang Yong on the ground, and then, like Muay Thai masters, give Wang Yong a hard break on his knee and break him in half.

How exciting that is!

"Old Yao! Don't stop! Have a good time They yelled at Yao Xingyuan.

Yao Xingyuan, however, seemed to have never heard of it. He just looked at Wang Yong in the challenge arena and didn't know what he was thinking.

A moment later, it seemed that he was finally disturbed by the noise. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the irrational spectators.

"Chinese art is not for performance! If you really want to see exciting, then go on stage, I'll let you experience more exciting! "

With these words, Yao Xingyuan grinned slightly, and a strong sense of killing burst out from him.

"..." the spectators lost their voice, and they were frightened.

At the moment, Yao Xingyuan is just like a demon who has killed his red eyes in their eyes. He looks at them clearly to choose someone to eat.

They don't know martial arts. They can't even hold a fist in the challenge arena. Who dares to go up?

Seeing that no one was making any more noise, Yao Xingyuan gave a cold hum and turned his head back.

"Brother Wang!" Enron has become a tearful person.

Just now, she saw the punch clearly, so heavy, so fierce, so merciless fell on brother Wang. She stood far enough, but she could still hear the sound of bone fracture clearly. The sound in the ear stings the heart.

Enron has a feeling that Wang Yong has gone. That blow has cut off all the vitality of Wang Yong.

Otherwise, why doesn't Wang Yong get up?

Enron ran to the challenge arena in tears, and his weak body wanted to squeeze out a few people on the edge of the challenge arena and rush to the challenge arena.

But how could the people who were guarding the challenge arena pass safely?

The two disciples of the martial arts school grasped Enron's arm and put a hoop on it. Enron could not move forward any more.

A circle of red marks suddenly appeared on Bai Nen's arm.

"Brother Wang... Brother Wang..." sobbed Enron. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break the blockade of the two martial arts school disciples.

"Don't be sad, little girl. He's not dead yet At this time, sitting next to Zhang Xiaofang can not see past, speak.

Zhang Xiaofang's words shocked everyone immediately.

Is Wang Yong still alive?

Impossible? It's all motionless, and it's a big pool of blood. How can we not die?

Some people doubt it, but looking at Zhang Xiaofang's sure eyes, they can't help muttering.

Zhang Xiaofang is an old master. Most of what he says is right.

"You two, don't bully a little girl like that. Let it go." Zhang Xiaofang seems to have a good feeling for Enron. He looks like he's old and looks like he's leaning forward. He puts his thin fingers on the two disciples of the martial arts school.

The two disciples of the martial arts school were like being electrified. Their muscles and muscles were out of control. They let go of Enron.

When they reacted, Zhang Xiaofang's hand had already been retracted, just like he had never contacted them.

Enron did not have the shackles. He hesitated to look at Wang Yong and Zhang Xiaofang in the challenge arena and asked, "is what you said true, grandfather? But... Why doesn't brother Wang move? "

Zhang Xiaofang nodded: "of course it's true. It's just this kid's playing tricks. Such cunning is rare. It's interesting. "

This can't be praised, but the meaning of Zhang Xiaofang's words is very obvious. He said Wang Yong was playing dead.

Everyone looked at the challenge arena in doubt, a little suspicious of Zhang Xiaofang's words.

Just the next second, there will be no doubt.

Wang Yong suddenly got up from the ground and said to Zhang Xiaofang with an unhappy face: "Master Zhang, you are all master level people. Can't you live with me as a junior?"

But he complained that Zhang Xiaofang should not expose him and pretend to be dead.

In the face of Wang Yong's responsibilities, Zhang Xiaofang just laughed and didn't answer.

When Enron saw that Wang Yong was not dead, he couldn't help shouting in surprise and cheering for Wang Yong.

But before the cheers came down, Wang Yong suddenly burst out with another mouthful of blood, and his face became more ugly.

Just now, although Wang Yong was not killed directly, he was seriously injured.

From Wang Yong's rickety body, we can see that Wang Yong's distance from death is only Yao Xingyuan's distance from an idea.

Yao Xingyuan looked at Wang Yong with a touch of appreciation in his eyes: "I didn't expect that you could survive with such a heavy blow. It's really powerful."

Wang Yong said with a bitter smile: "no matter how powerful you are, how powerful can you be? You've made two footprints on such a hard alloy floor. I'm a little desperate for this dark strength. "

What Wang Yong said was that when Yao Xingyuan jumped up, his strength burst out and stepped on the alloy floor.

It's said that before the founding of the people's Republic of China, the master of Chinese martial arts, dark strength, came home and walked on the bluestone board. Lifting his feet was a pit. Thirty six steps around the yard left thirty-six footprints.

Wang Yong thought that Kung Fu was just a rumor, but now he knows it's true. The alloy floor is a bit harder than the slate. Yao Xingyuan can step on the footprints, let alone the slate.

With such a big gap between the two, does Wang Yong still have a chance to win?

It may not have happened before I was injured. Now I'm afraid I'm even more injured?

Many people on the scene saw this and shook their heads.

Yao Xingyuan took a look at Wang Yong, and suddenly said: "it's almost the same when we get to this point. Although we have enemies of killing disciples, I don't really want to kill you. I'll break your hands so that you can't practice Kung Fu any more. Why don't we just write off our grudges? "

It sounds heartless. In fact, it has already given Wang Yong face. After all, Wang Yong killed one of Yao Xingyuan's apprentices. According to the rules of the past, it's a never-ending thing.

Now, Yao Xingyuan only needs to abolish Wang Yong's Kung Fu to expose the gratitude and resentment, but it is a great favor.

"Ha ha, I appreciate master Yao's kindness. But I would rather die than be humiliated. Let's go on. In addition, why did your apprentice die? Is it too much for me to hurt the killer? When it's over, you'll know when you ask Suri! " Wang Yong refused without hesitation.

With that, he put on a monkey like posture, but he was ready to continue to fight with Yao Xingyuan.

Yao Xingyuan frowned. It seemed that there was something else in Wang Yong's words. It's just that it's not the time to ask now. I really have to ask Surui after the end.

"Now that you have decided, I respect you as a man. But I'm not going to keep my hand because you're hurt next! " Yao Xingyuan also put on airs and said.

"Just as I wish!" Wang Yong's eyes were awe inspiring. He propped up his shaking body and attacked first.

It's just that the monkey shaped fight is scattered, and all the energy and spirit are scattered. Where is like a lively monkey, is clearly a wild boar.

Zhang Xiaofang sighed, but also see that Wang Yong is obviously not. Yao Xingyuan's punch had a serious impact on him after all.

Pop!

Wang Yong should have scratched the monkey scratch on Yao Xingyuan's face, but it turned into a scratch and was opened by Yao Xingyuan's free hand.

When Yao Xingyuan's Kung Fu is practiced, his face is already the same as JINGTIE's. when he meets an enemy, his strength will be released naturally. Slapping on the palm of Wang Yong's hand was just like an iron plate pumping on human flesh, making a startling sound.

Wang Yong's tiger suddenly split a big hole, and the blood flowed down.