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Chapter 336 Martial Artist Toilet
"Toilet?" Tang Ming was slightly taken aback, and asked uncertainly:

"What's your name, old man?"

Ma Tong's old face turned black, and he said through gritted teeth: "My name is Ma Tong, painful pain."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I've heard it's a toilet." Tang Ming apologized again and again, and said embarrassingly:

"I just said how can the old man be called a toilet, that name is too dirty."

"Stop talking nonsense, do you agree to the martial arts competition?" Ma Tong roared with a livid face, furious in his heart:
"This bastard dared to make fun of my name. Originally, I just wanted to teach him a lesson, but now I decided to abolish him in a while."

"Since the conditions have been laid out, if I don't agree, wouldn't it be a shame for the trust of many owners of the shanty town, come on!"

Tang Ming nodded, with fighting spirit rising in his eyes.

The duel with Ma Benyue was purely entertainment for Tang Ming, but it was different for Shang MaTu, a real strong martial artist. He had to pay [-]% attention to test himself.

"Old man, Ma Tong, a one-star martial artist." After deciding to start the battle, Ma Tong bowed his hands and saluted, posing like a master.

"My name is Tang Ming, Tang Minghuang's Tang Ming. As for cultivation, you will naturally know after you do it."

Tang Ming also opened his posture, but he didn't show his cultivation.

"Little brother, you don't play cards according to the routine, but it doesn't matter, let's see the truth."

Ma Tong smiled slightly, stomped his feet suddenly, the arena shook suddenly, and a powerful aura surged from Ma Tong.

"Is this the aura of a strong martial artist?" Tang Ming stared at Ma Tong solemnly, feeling in his heart:

"Although it's only half a step away, it seems that there is a big gap. Based on the current situation, my fist attack can cause no damage to the horse in a short time, but as long as he hits me, I will either die or be disabled. This battle is not easy to deal with!"

"Little brother, come on, I will let you make the first move, so as not to say that I bully the small with the big."

After Ma Tong opened his posture, he said very proudly.

"I've always respected the old and loved the young." Tang Ming smiled and said modestly:

"You're welcome this time."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Ming rushed out like a leopard.

After hearing Tang Ming's words, Ma Tong thought that Tang Ming would let him make the first move, but he didn't expect that the other party would make a move suddenly, which had nothing to do with respecting the old and caring for the young.

"Good time." Seeing Tang Ming's fist hit him, Ma Tong let out a soft snort, and suddenly raised his hand to hit Tang Ming's fist, making a head-on attack.

Ma Tong's idea is very simple. Although he already knows that Tang Ming is a martial artist, he is confident that Tang Ming's level of skill and experience will never be comparable to his years of training, so he directly adopts head-to-head fighting.

Seeing Matong's fist blasting towards him with a gust of wind, Tang Ming immediately twisted his body to avoid confronting the opponent head-on, but used his body skills to start a guerrilla attack.

Just kidding, Tang Ming is only a half-step martial artist now, while Ma Tong is an authentic martial artist who has broken through for many years. Once confronted head-on, Tang Ming will definitely suffer.

After this battle started, everyone in the audience held their breath, because this battle was much more exciting than Tang Ming's tyrannical Ma Benyue, and everyone didn't know whether Tang Ming could defeat Ma Benyue, so the atmosphere very nervous.

Seeing that Tang Ming had actually fought with the old man and hadn't been instantly killed, the two brothers Ma Gangjian and Ma Gangqiang had cold sweat running down their backs, and they looked at each other in astonishment.

"Second brother, I was almost killed by you!" Ma Gangjian stared at Ma Gangqiang bitterly, gritted his teeth and said:

"You said earlier that Tang Ming was just a low-level martial artist, but he turned out to be an existence capable of fighting against Grandpa. You actually asked me to trouble him. If it wasn't for his mercy, I would have died long ago."

"I, I didn't expect him to be a martial artist." Ma Gangqiang wiped off his cold sweat, and said bitterly:

"If I knew this earlier, I wouldn't dare to trouble him with a hundred courage!"

"It's over, it's over." Ma Gangqiang thought anxiously:

"I don't know if the killing order issued by Qin Haitao and I can be cancelled. Isn't it a joke to assassinate a strong martial artist? If Tang Ming knows, I will die a miserable death."

"Damn it, now I can only pray that Grandpa can get rid of him, otherwise we must never provoke him in the future, we can't afford it."

Ma Gangjian sighed.

"Grandpa is a strong martial artist, he can definitely kill Tang Ming, definitely."

Ma Gangqiang kept praying that Tang Ming could die in the hands of the old man. If Tang Ming won, then from then on he could only behave like a man with his tail between his legs in front of Tang Ming.

"Damn bastard, you are clearly a strong martial artist, but you still agreed to duel with me."

Ma Benyue, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, stared at Tang Ming resentfully, also expecting the old man to kill Tang Ming.

"Okay, so powerful!" Xia Weier sat in the auditorium, clenched her fists, and stared obsessively at the figure gliding around on the ring. She knew Tang Ming was very powerful before, but she didn't expect to be so powerful. So powerful.

Tang Ming on the ring was already sweating profusely. The pain in the horse made him feel unprecedented pressure. Every move of the opponent was fierce and domineering. As long as he hit him once, it was enough to end the battle. The attack is not so lethal.

Relying on his body skills and rich combat experience, Tang Ming turned into phantoms and wandered around Ma Tong, avoiding the opponent's attack while waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Ma Tong did not expect Tang Ming's body skills to be so flexible, and his combat experience is definitely not inferior to him. Although he has the power to crush Tang Ming, he still can't touch Tang Ming's body. The opponent is like a slippery Loach, who does not slip away, can perfectly dodge his attacks every time, and sometimes finds a chance to hit him a few times.

"Hahaha!" After being kicked by Tang Ming, the horse laughed out loud, stretched out his hand and flicked the shoulder kicked by Tang Ming, and shouted triumphantly:

"At first, I thought you were already a martial artist, but I didn't expect you to be a half-step martial artist, almost far away!"

"Hehe, a half-step martial artist is also a martial artist, so he can still instantly kill your son." Tang Ming laughed nonchalantly, but a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. This kind of highly concentrated battle was a huge challenge for him. consumption.

"It's a pity that half-step martial artists are only half a step away from real martial artists, but the gap between them is indeed heaven and earth. You are definitely not my opponent."

Ma Tong said very firmly.

"Really? But it seems that I have punched you three times and kicked you three times, but you haven't even touched my clothes. How can you be confident that you can win?"

Tang Ming asked playfully.

(End of this chapter)