The heavens begin with Hongquan

Chapter 42 Eight Extremes Ruthless!Gossip thief!
"Second match, [Baji: Xia Weipeng] vs [Tomahawk: George]!!"

Xia Weipeng, who is just over 1.7 meters tall, looks unpretentious; while George, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, has a burly figure and strong muscles, which is not easy to mess with at first glance.

Two people stand together, just like us ordinary people standing in front of those basketball superstars, there is a strong sense of contrast brought about by the difference in height and weight.

But George didn't have that sense of psychological superiority, on the contrary he was very vigilant.

Because he had seen Xia Weipeng's explosive power before.

That's enough power to fly an adult four or five meters! !
With caution in mind, George naturally assumed the best fighting posture.

"Beep!"

The whistle blows.

George shot first.

He quickly ran over on the ground, and with the help of the impact, he punched the Chinese fighter in front of him hard.

Xia Weipeng stamped his foot first.

"drink!"

Baji shakes the feet and blows the air at the same time, and the air and force are combined.

A mighty aura emanated from Xia Weipeng.

Raise your hand to block in front of you.

"Duh!"

There was a muffled clap of fists and palms.

Xia Weipeng took half a step back and took off the impact.

His eyes flickered, and he said to himself: "Sure enough, this foreigner is only relying on his height and strength, and he uses his muscle strength instead of muscle strength."

Muscle strength is easy to improve with hard work.

But he has a shortcoming. To maintain this strength, he needs a strong amount of training every day.

And the strength of the first step of their traditional martial arts practice is mainly bone-yielding.

Through pile exercises and secret medicine, strengthen the strength of muscles and bones, and evolve towards the direction of "reinforced iron bones".

However, the pile skills and the secret medicine are all water-grinding efforts, which can only penetrate into the muscles and bones bit by bit, and slowly increase their strength.

After that, the muscles and bones will be strong, and the blood will be strong.

Seeing Xia Weipeng punching him with all his strength, George just stepped back half a step, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Moreover, he felt as if he was being bombarded on a steel plate, and his fist was painful.

"This person's power... is unscientific!!"

"George's weight is at least 180 kilograms, plus the impact of running so fast, he has a force of more than 500 kilograms. That Chinese blocked it like this?!"

Hong Kang saw something.

"This is the effect of [shocking feet]."

"Through exerting force, a sinking energy is generated. By stomping the feet, it penetrates the ground and penetrates into the ground, so that people's feet take root and the footplate is stable. It's like a javelin piercing straight into the ground."

"These foreigners probably can't figure it out!"

Xia Weipeng shrank and pushed George back a few steps.

"Before, you crippled that Chinese martial artist's arm." Xia Weipeng said flatly, "Although what he did was just a low-level thing, but he——is a Chinese martial artist after all."

Xia Weipeng looked at George like an animal, and said coldly, "Today, I will let you realize what blood for blood and tooth for tooth are."

"You——will also experience the feeling of a useless person!!"

Xia Weipeng was chanting a boxing formula.

"The first practice is clumsy strength like a madman, and the second practice is soft sealing, closing, and dialing."

With a stomp of the foot, there is a kind of sky-shattering momentum.

The moment Xia Weipeng exerts his strength, he must be as strong as a bow, and his hair is like an explosion of thunder.

The fist pierces through the air, with the momentum of thunder.

It turns out that every punch is based on strength! !

Xia Weipeng chanted the formula while beating.

"The fist is like a meteor, the eyes are like electricity, the waist is like a snake, and the feet are like a drill."

With a height of 1.9 meters, George was as helpless as a child under Xia Weipeng's attack.

Feeling the creaking sound coming from the bones all over his body, George is very familiar with that tooth-stinging sound-this is the precursor of bone fracture!

"Crack~!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking suddenly resounded.

"Ah!! My hand!!!"

George immediately screamed.

He didn't even bother to defend Xia Weipeng's old punches.

Seeing the foreigner's door open wide, only thinking about crying out for pain, Xia Weipeng's eyes flashed a cold light.

"It is advisable to chase the poor bandits with the remaining bravery, and not to be called the Overlord of Learning!"

Hit the cloud and grab the point;

Hit, poked, squeezed;

Beat and eat the roots and bury the roots.

Xia Weipeng aimed at George's limbs, punching and kicking repeatedly.

"Crack it!"

"Crack!!"

George was eager to surrender and admit defeat, but Xia Weipeng didn't give him a chance at all. George felt Zhang Zhengyi's feeling now.

The people below looked very relieved.

"Okay! The wicked will be punished by the wicked! This foreigner was so arrogant before!!" Someone applauded loudly.

"What are you talking about? How can Master Xia be a villain?" Someone said, "He is clearly a hero!!"

"happy!!"

The face of the foreigner is very ugly.

Mustache's eyes were stern: "Fuck! What is this yellow-skinned bastard doing??! Is he insulting the great British warrior??"

"I'm going to find someone to shoot this *bad!!"

"Yes, the great British warrior cannot accept this humiliation..."

Their conversation was in English, so although Re spoke loudly, no one at the scene could understand it, except for a few people.

For example, although Pang Kaibo and the others can understand the words of foreigners, they are far away and cannot hear what they are saying clearly.

And Hong Kang happened to be in the rest area, relatively close, and listened to every word.

He was angry and his eyes were cold.

Tilting his head, he looked at the man with the mustache who was speaking, keeping his appearance in mind.

When he turned his head, he saw Cao Yanjun who also raised his head.

My heart skipped a beat: "You heard that too?!"

Cao Yanjun nodded.

Hong Kang asked curiously, "Do you understand the language of foreigners?"

Cao Yanjun said: "Because of some business problems, it can be used."

Hong Kang nodded and closed his eyes, no one knew what was going on in his mind.

"The tiger climbs the mountain hard!"

Xia Weipeng tore the wind with his hands, making a whistling sound.

The force of the blow knocked George off the ground.

"The overlord breaks the rein hard!!"

Almost instantly, Xia Weipeng pinched George's arms and leg joints.

Let's work together.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

George immediately fell to the ground like a tattered body, his body twitching.

"The winner, Baji—Xia Weipeng!!"

……

"The third match, [Knife: Jia Xinbin] vs. [Prince: Jin Yuji]!!"

"One side is "Baguazhang" with black hands and smooth body, and the other side is "Muay Thai" with fierce moves. Let us look forward to who is better between them!"

Jia Xinbin didn't talk much, and after the whistle blew, he attacked directly.

He doesn't like to stop with a static brake and strike after the strike.

Jin Yuji used both elbows, knees and legs with a domineering momentum, and his moves aimed at the vital points of the person.

"Prince Ji! Prince Ji is mighty!"

"Brother Dao, come on! Brother Dao, come on!!"

After Jia Xinbin was taught "Baguazhang" by Zheng Zixuan, his strength has more than doubled several times! !

When he learned how to use strength, combined with his many years of fighting experience, the increase in his combat power was terrifying.

There are two types of hands in "Baguazhang": Dragon Claw Palm and Ox Tongue Palm.

The former is rigid and the latter is soft.

Zheng Zixuan is even more adept at using the "Ox Tongue Palm", soft yet strong.

But Jia Xinbin practiced the former even more proficiently because of his personality preference.

The body is like a swimming dragon, the waist is like an axis, the body moves with the steps, and the palms change with each step.

Jia Xinbin folded his five fingers together and bent them slightly.

"Big Throwing Monument Hand!!"

He stamped hard on Jin Yuji's lower back with his palm.

After slapping with one palm, Jia Xinbin floated three meters away with a sliding step.

pain!
Sting! !
Jin Yuji felt a faint stabbing pain coming from his lower back, his brows were furrowed, and fine sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"Admit defeat!" Jia Xinbin said indifferently, "It should be too late to find someone to relax your muscles and activate your blood."

Although Jin Yuji is a muay thai practitioner, he also knows that the Bagua hand is black, and the penetrating power of "Baguazhang" is the most likely to hurt people's internal organs.

"This is... dark energy??!"

Jia Xinbin remained silent and did not want to explain.

Jin Yuji understood, he solemnly clasped his fists: "Thank you for your mercy."

In the past, Jia Xinbin shot fiercely, and he was either killed or injured.

Over the years, my temperament has somewhat changed.

"Referee, I admit defeat."

……

(End of this chapter)