Fist Godzilla

Chapter 86 Confrontation
"Use it, use it!" Katori Sheka's passionate voice resounded throughout the venue, "Baidang Jing used the move of Ten Ghost Snake in the opening two minutes!"

"What's going on here? Did they know each other before? Are they from the same school?"

At this moment, the melodious female voice seemed to be deliberately provoking trouble, and watching the excitement was no big deal.

"Could it be that the audience present are lucky enough to witness the rare scene of rivalry between the same sect?!"

The organizer of the competition has all the information of the participants.

Genre, record, body data.
All inclusive.

Of course she knew that the intersection of Baitang Jing and the Ten Ghost Snake King Ma only started in the past few days.

However, as a commentator of a fighting competition, stirring up the emotions of the audience and detonating topics is already the same professional quality as instinct.

At this time, Jerry Tyson, who was equally professional in commentary, also hurriedly followed.

"Or, is there a possibility, I mean possible!" The big round eyes stared at the arena, and the tone of the black man was subtle, like a guide, and like a hint.

It's like telling a joke with a fantasy that I don't believe in.

"Is it possible that he learned it on the spot?!"

There was an uproar!
The black man grinned, showing his white teeth, and smiled triumphantly.

Although he said something that even he himself thought was ridiculous.

But the atmosphere on the scene was mobilized very well, wasn't it?

On the field, the two stalemates unanimously exerted their strength together, and also activated their [Not Bad] bodies, pushing each other away at the same time.

"It's really outrageous. Are you some kind of monster from a comic where you got your technology stolen?"

Ouma panted and moved the elbow that resisted the whip leg just now, hoping to relieve the swollen muscle tissue a little.

"Don't say that, uncle." The handsome young man leapt at his boxing pace, approaching him with a friendly smile, "A young man of my age is called a 'monster' or something, but It's going to be sad. Boo-"

Ouma just wanted to refute the other party's infuriating words.

But a jab like a flash of light has the sound of tearing the air.

Straight to the door!

"When?"

Although the opponent kept moving, Ouma didn't think he would not even notice that "the opponent has moved closer to the attack distance".

This is a mistake that even beginners in fighting will not make!

As a fighter, you should instinctively be on guard when the opponent is within two arms' reach!

"That step isn't boxing, it's [Fire Sky-Fire Walk]?!"

The erratic steps like flames are enough to confuse the opponent's ability to grasp the spatial distance.

Not only that, but Baitangjing also temporarily removed the technical feature of [Fire Walking] that only touches the ground with the toes and heels.

Put on a boxing butterfly cover to prevent Wang Ma from being alerted.

Successfully dragged Wang Ma into the combat distance without Wang Ma noticing it!
"Not only did I learn the techniques of Erhuliu, but I also made some modifications before battle? That's too exaggerated!"

There was no time to lament the outrageous talent of the boy opposite, and Ouma, who couldn't dodge it, could only fight with his fists.

Block the jab with the outside of your arm.

"Boom-"

There was the sound of physical collisions, but the burst of fist force still blasted the sweat and blood on the arms into mist, spreading out like a shock wave.

"next hit is"

Ouma, who blocked the jab, looked lightly at his lower abdomen.

That was the target of Baitang mirror's next attack he predicted.

The jab, a less lethal style of play, is generally used to explore and suppress in the early stages of a battle.

So after the jab, it is usually followed by a decisive punch as the real attack.

But immediately, Ouma's eyes trembled.

Because outside of his embrace, the handsome face of the young man opposite was being covered by the shadow of fists rushing towards him!

"Bang bang bang!"

On the outside of Ouma's defensive arm, five shock waves of water mist burst out in a row!
Bai Tangjing still had a friendly smile on his face, but in mid-air, the forearm of his right hand was already waving like a phantom!
In less than half a second, there were already five jabs, which precisely hit the same spot on Ouma's arm.

"Hey, Gaoran! Did you see that! That."

[Fighting Soul] Sapain's high-pitched voice, full of vitality, rang beside Gaoran at all times.

But Gaoran didn't get tired of his friend's yelling as usual.

The drooping eyes and eight-character eyebrows that seemed listless that day suddenly sharpened now.

"Is it my jab?"

No, not right.

The frequency is still not as fast as mine, about the gap between [-] punches per second and twelve punches per second.

But that Jeet Kune Do-style front straight punch with a strong hand must have better penetrating power than me.

The loyal dog of the Thai royal family, the "saber" of the Thai emperor, [God of Fighting] - Kaorang, at this moment, was ecstatically watching the arena, turning a deaf ear to the yelling of his friends around him.

Just by looking at it, one can take away the skills that a person has been honing for several years or even ten years to master.

Instead of copying it mechanically, it can also make adaptive adjustments to the skills.

And all this happened in a few days?
"There really is such a person?"

Five extremely penetrating jabs with highly overlapping landing points directly knocked Ouma's arm unconscious.

The affected area was already congested and purple.

But Bai Tangjing didn't have the habit of letting his opponent catch his breath during the battle.

The boy tucked his left hand around his waist, and made a vigorous punching motion of twisting his waist and swinging his body.

And Ouma, who hid his eyes behind the frame, did not disappoint Bai Tangjing's expectations.

Even in the midst of the violent jab blows, he still keenly noticed this movement.

Looking at the movement of his shoulders, it seemed that he wanted to sink his waist and punch out immediately, avoiding the heavy blow and at the same time giving him a counterattack.

This kind of behavior is the so-called - right first.

However, this is exactly what the boy wanted him to do.

After Bai Tangjing twisted his waist and swayed around, he did not use the power of the waist muscles to twist and contract to punch explosively.

Instead, he simply shifted his center of gravity to his left foot, while his right foot left the ground.

— This is a right leg side kick!
But Ouma, who had put down his arms, caught a glimpse of the kick from the corner of his eye, but he didn't seem flustered.

While lowering his waist, he also retracted his hands in front of the side chest that was about to be kicked.

The movement was smooth and fast, as if he had already been prepared.

This is not a posture of defense and then counterattack, but a posture of grapple!

【Flow type·Internet counter】!
Ouma reached for the boy's right leg with both hands.

As long as the contact is completed, this direct force will be easily reversed by [Internet Counter].

But just when those palms, which were already a little swollen due to multiple blows, were about to wrap their arms around Bai Tangjing's calf.

With the knee as the center of the circle, the calf part of the boy tore open the air and drew a strange arc in the three-dimensional space.

The landing point pointed directly at Ouma's neck!
——This is a cross-kick!

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