Heaven's Martial Fate

Chapter 72
Step on the horse, step by step, punch!
Explosion and roar, the power is unparalleled!
Anyone can see that Yan Zhendong's punches are fierce and domineering, and their strength is surprisingly great.

Fighting against him, the foreign boxing champion, who was taller than him by a head and full of muscles, was forced to retreat repeatedly when he was fighting.

Not to mention that he himself was inexplicably shocked, even the audience all opened their mouths wide, showing incredible expressions on their faces.

Especially the foreign devil businessman who took out the ship as a bet and wanted to make a lot of money, but now his eyes were bulging, his face was pale, he was panting heavily, and he looked like he might faint at any time.

Such an appearance made the surrounding foreign audience subconsciously stay away from this fellow.

Yan Zhendong showed great power, pushing the foreign boxing champion back more than a dozen steps with each step, his momentum became more and more amazing, and he was about to knock the opponent out of the ring in one breath.

Obviously, the foreign boxing champion did not want such a thing to happen.

Although a pair of iron fists were not only red, swollen and bruised during the continuous collision, even part of the skin on the hands and faces had been cracked, and the blood flowed horizontally, which was very miserable.

At the same time, the bones of the hand were also hit by bursts of severe pain. If he hadn't been used to the brutal and bloody boxing ring, he might not be able to hold on at this time.

In addition, even the viscera seemed to be shaken, and an unspeakable uncomfortable feeling came to my heart, and I felt an urge to vomit.

However, the foreign boxing champion still wanted to fight back, and glanced at Yan Zhendong, who was unparalleled in power, with a frightened and crazy look in his eyes.

Roar!
When he retreated to less than a foot away from the edge of the ring, he seemed to have figured out something and made a decision, and this guy suddenly let out a roar like a beast.

The next moment, he didn't hit Yan Zhendong head-on with his fist and hit Yan Zhendong with an explosive punch, but hit him with a hard and spacious chest.

But a pair of bloody iron fists hit Yan Zhendong's head from top to bottom without hesitation.

This is a tactic that intends to exchange injuries for injuries and recklessly fight for his physical strength.

Seeing that the foreign boxing champion was so crazy, all the audience was in an uproar.

Especially a group of martial arts celebrities and masters, Qiqi opened his eyes wide to see the result.

They knew that the foreign boxing champion was doomed this time, and he was definitely looking for death if his flesh and blood body forcibly held the fist of the strong man at the peak of Ming Jin.

As a result, it did not exceed their expectations...

Although the foreign boxing champion is tall and has long arms, the first to hit his opponent is Yan Zhendong who is still marching forward.

At this time, Yan Zhendong's momentum was already astonishingly majestic.

If an ordinary person stood in front of him, he only needed one look, and he might be able to frighten him, leaving his body stiff and ready to be slaughtered.

A fierce and domineering eagle fist, with undisguised sharpness, slammed hard on the chest of the foreign boxing champion.

There was only a crackling sound of bone cracking, and the muscular and well-defined chest was obviously sunken inward with a clear fist mark.

At the same time, an iron fist of the foreign boxing champion hit Yan Zhendong's forehead impartially.

But in the end, Yan Zhendong's head was only slightly tilted back, two bloodstains flowed from his nose, but his body remained motionless.

The foreign boxing champion received a sharp eagle fist from Yan Zhendong, his tall and majestic upper body leaned back, and his whole body was taken away from the ring and flew backwards.

drink!
Yan Zhendong noticed that his nostrils were bleeding, his eyes turned red immediately, his body suddenly rose into the air, and a sharp whip kick swept out.

The foreign boxing champion who might have fallen on the ring, flew out of the ring after this blow, and landed heavily on the ground.

In this battle, Iron Clothes Yan Zhendong won a complete victory!
Countless spectators cheered, and the whole pier turned into a noisy ocean.

"Amazing, really amazing iron cloth shirt hard work!"

The martial arts celebrities and masters on the viewing platform did not get up, they were still in deep shock.

After a long time, an old man sighed: "If a martial artist of the same level is on the stage, I am afraid that he would not dare to take a punch from the foreign boxing champion!"

Just kidding, there are no gloves in the bounty arena at this time, and the foreign boxing champion even tied hemp ropes on his hands. Everyone knows that such heavy punches hurt more.

Yan Zhendong's iron shirt was really not covered. He was punched by the foreign boxing champion, but his head was slightly tilted back and his nose bleeds a little.

If it was another master of the same level, the mildest concussion would have to be a moderate concussion, or it might be a severe concussion.

Huang Feihong nodded with a chuckle, and said proudly: "Huang has long said that Master Yan's strength is quite good, this time he didn't embarrass us Huaxia warriors!"

After speaking, he stood up and strode towards the militia's stronghold at the pier.

As for the aftermath, there is no need for him, the leader of the militia, to take action. Naturally, there are already relatively professional people who will deal with the implementation of the bet.

At this time, the foreigners who came to Foshan to do business, under the supervision of the young and strong militia, did not have the guts to play tricks.

When Wu Dong came to the stronghold, the sea boat that the foreign devil merchant took out had already fallen into the hands of the militia.

In this battle, Yan Zhendong became famous!
Seeing Huang Feihong taking Yan Zhendong's pulse, he walked briskly over and asked, "Master Huang, is Master Yan okay?"

At this time, Yan Zhendong's forehead was already bruised and swollen after being punched by the foreign boxing champion, and he looked quite scary.

"Don't worry, there is no problem!"

Huang Feihong put down his hand to feel the pulse, and said with a light smile, "Master Yan's iron cloth shirt kung fu has been practiced to a very deep level, it's just a little bit of trauma!"

"That's good!"

Wu Dong was relieved, looked at Yan Zhendong with a smile on his face, and said leisurely: "Master Yan became famous in the first battle, I am afraid that there are not a few people who want to learn from teachers, have you ever thought about opening a school to teach students?"

Naturally, he was eager for Yan Zhendong to open a martial arts gym, and it would be the best thing to be able to train more masters of hard skills.

Sometimes, I have to admit that it is better to use hard skills.

Just like this time, if it was Huang Feihong who made the move, although he would definitely win in the end, he would definitely not win so simply and neatly, leaving people speechless.

Even if Huang Feihong also reached the peak of Ming Jin, he was limited by his physical fitness and his own strength limit, and he couldn't play Yan Zhendong's great prestige.

It would be about the same if it were a pork belly with great martial arts skills.

Yan Zhendong was quite moved when he heard the words, but finally shook his head and said: "Let's forget it, I don't have any intentions about opening a museum to teach students!"

Hearing this, Wu Dong just nodded to express his understanding, and had no intention of continuing to persuade.

In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that Yan Zhendong is a northerner after all, and he is also a master of northern martial arts.

At this time, there is a big gap between the northern and southern martial arts, and it is not so easy for Yan Zhendong to open a school in Foshan to teach apprentices.

If he can return to his hometown in good clothes, Yan Zhendong may wish to revive the Yan family's martial arts in Shandong...

(End of this chapter)