From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 200 Victory in martial arts!
"Strength and martial skills are both terrifying!"

When the disciples of the Shenxin Society rushed out from the hole to find their curator, Shibukawa Goki stood up slowly.

"It seems that the self-denying brat is not exaggerating, you are really strong!"

Step by step, slowly walked to Leng Kong and raised his head,
"Or, you are a monster like Yujiro!"

"Yujiro?"

Hearing this name, endless murderous aura surged out of Leng Kong's body, and at the same time, the muscles all over his body tightened and swelled crazily.

"Do you know where that pervert is?"

"I don't know! Shibukawa shook his head angrily,
"Yujiro is escorted by US military planes in his usual operations, his whereabouts are uncertain, and it is difficult for others to find him!"

"But as long as a strong person appears, he will appear automatically without looking for it."

"Ahaha I will wait for him."

Leng Kong's eyes burst out with murderous intent: "Then kill him!"

He came to challenge Wushen and Wusheng.

Checking his physique is just one of the reasons, and the other reason is to make his reputation known, so as to attract Yongyong Jiro to appear.

If he was raped (almost) and didn't take revenge, he wouldn't be angry!
He looked down at the little old man who had already walked in front of him, "It seems that you are going to try it out with me too? It just so happens that there are martial gods and martial saints as stepping stones, so I'm afraid I won't be able to attract Yujiro!"

"Haha... A new powerhouse appears, which martial artist doesn't want to help?"

Shibukawa just smiled lightly and stretched out his right hand towards Leng Kong.

"Wrestling?"

Seeing the little old man with small arms and legs reaching out his hand, Leng Kong made a sound in doubt.

He doesn't think that the other party wants to shake hands with him, everyone is a warrior who is used to shaking hands, not shaking hands.

"Well, for fun?"

Shibukawa raised his hand a little more.

"Don't blame me for being crushed!"

Leng Kong stretched his arms forward, and his palms almost covered his little hands.

"Well, no!"

With the palms closed, Leng Kong not only did not hear the expected bone cracking sound, but felt that he was squeezing a ball of water, and the strength seemed to be diverted.

"Hehe. Let's start then!"

With a twist of Shibukawa's arm, Leng Kong's body flew up directly.

pedal!
Leng Kong quickly adjusted his posture in the air, landed behind Shibukawa, tiptoed to his side, and slashed straight down with his palms forming knives.

"Ok?"

Seeing that Leng Kong can still stabilize his figure under his Aikido, Shibukawa was also a little surprised.But the fast falling attack gave him no time to think about it.

The moment Leng Kong's knife touched his shoulder, his body sank, and at the same time, his right hand clasped Leng Kong's wrist and twisted with force, and Leng Kong was thrown forward again.

呲!
The person was in the air, twisting forcefully, and the cold air landed firmly again, looking straight at the little old man.

"Using strength to fight strength, is this your martial skill?"

After two consecutive swings, Leng Kong also roughly deduced Shibukawa's style. The skills used by this old man are similar to those of the Erhu style, but his manipulation accuracy is much stronger than that of the style.

"Haha. It really is a monster. It can see through my martial arts core so quickly."

Shibukawa was smiling, but his evaluation of Leng Kong rose again in his heart.

Because he can't shake off Leng Kong, and the opponent seems to have the ability to change the flow of strength.

"Because I will too!"

Leng Kong shook his body, and the burst muscles instantly surged like waves.

"Come again!"

This time, Leng Kong didn't attack with extreme speed, but slowly extended his right palm towards Shibukawa,

"monster!"

Seeing Leng Kong's muscles churning regularly as if they were alive, Shibukawa complained again in his heart, and also handed out his right hand.

Two arms of different sizes slowly approached with a weird and harmonious shaking frequency.

inch by inch,
Wave!
The palms touched together, and the shaking frequency of the arms increased at the same time, and then they swung up and down, left and right, like a connected water whip.At the same time, the legs are stuck to the ground, and the upper body is also swaying along with it.

Seeing Leng Kong and Shibukawa pushing back and forth slowly like an old man doing Tai Chi.

Yuji Keji, who was sitting in the wheelchair, and Kato, who was pushing him, looked extremely surprised.

Is this still the horrific thug who punched the curator away?

Why are you moving so slowly?
But the real situation of the battle is that Leng Kong and Shikawa are fighting for the control of the flow of power.

In terms of technique, Leng Kong's manipulation style is naturally not comparable to Shikawa's aikido magic.

Shikawa just practiced a single skill of borrowing strength, and he has cultivated to the ultimate state of the two tigers and the four big ones.

That is to say, his level A can achieve the effect of Erhuliu's "ghost fight".

but.
But Leng Kong has an absolute advantage in power after all, and with the help of maneuvers, he was able to match Shibukawa's hand for a while.

"The old man is good!"

The body swayed with the arms, and Leng Kong smiled and looked at Shibukawa: "You are stronger than the bald man just now, and your skills have already surpassed your strength." (Inferred from Shibukawa shaking hands and kneeling Oliba)

"But it's not enough, is it?"

Seeing that he couldn't fly into the cold air no matter what, Shibukawa opened his eyes violently, his body trembled violently, and sweat oozed from his pores like rain, but his will to refine martial arts all his life also turned into substance and exploded from his body. The control is instantly upgraded to a higher level.

disease!
Faced with Shibukawa's sudden burst of control, Leng Kong staggered and almost fell.

But if he falls, it means that he has lost in this invisible battle.

dong dong dong.
The sound of intensive war drums suddenly exploded in the room,

Hearing this voice, Hua Shan, who only had a loincloth left on his body, suddenly became serious, and roared, "Here we come!"

"What's coming?"

Yuji Keji and Kato were puzzled,
But there is no need for Huashan to explain anymore, because Leng Kong's ghost body has already been revealed in front of them.

The skin is dark red, the blue veins are protruding from the body surface, the purple light is shining inside, and the black eyes and white pupils are set on the face, a living devil is in the world!

"I'm sorry, old man!"

The purple-red giant arm spun powerfully, and Leng Kong's swaying upper body instantly stabilized. On the contrary, Shibukawa's whole body was shaking violently under the huge force, and maybe he would be thrown away by Leng Kong in the next second.

"what?"

Feeling the palm of the hand with the power of the cold air, Shibukawa suddenly burst into sweat, his left hand rested on the wrist of his right hand at top speed, both hands controlled the force but still couldn't stabilize the body shaking at the top speed.

"Two hands are useless. You can pull a thousand pounds with four ounces, but I can move a thousand pounds with a thousand ounces."

"Since pure technology can't hold you down, you can only rely on strength!"

In fact, Leng Kong was a little ashamed to say this.

Because his technique is not superior to Shikawa, but it is incomparable.

Compared with the black art of Aikido, the Dacheng technique of the boxing wishing world still has a long way to go.

Under normal circumstances, Leng Kong also relies on the strength far superior to the opponent's release maneuvers to maintain a confrontational state.

"Go away!"

The muscles exploded, and an indescribably terrifying force exploded from the palm of his hand. The Saint of Martial Arts was thrown into the air. At the same time, with the strength of the two of them, he flew even higher than Yudi Dubu.
Boom!

The body hit heavily above the hole, the wall was blasted through again, and the person fell outside the building.

"Hardness and softness?"

"Monsters really can't be judged by common sense!"

"Haha, the old man was not wronged!
His body was lying on the gravel and gushing blood, but Shibukawa was still laughing excitedly.

Leng Kong said that his skills were inferior to his, and Shibukawa didn't care at all, because defeat is defeat, and there is no other excuse at all.

What excites him is that someone has the physique of a monster and at the same time is both tough and soft.

What does this mean?
This shows that monsters also need to practice martial arts!

This is the victory of martial arts!

(End of this chapter)