Farmer Senda

Chapter 298 Jedi Counterattack
Feng Baiyun was very satisfied, and looked at Lin Hu proudly, as if saying, "Your helper seems to be dying!"

Lin Hu was very surprised, what exactly Zhang Xiaohu was doing, why didn't he launch an attack, but instead evaded everywhere, if this situation continues, the situation is very bad.

The attack of the wounded fist is very sharp, which is well known. Lin Hu once fought against a master of the wounded fist. It was a very tragic match.

Awang's offensive became more and more fierce, as if it was a torrential flood, Zhang Xiaohu became a lone boat on the flood, and would be overturned by the flood at any moment.

Zhang Xiaohu kept dodging, with a look of joy flashing in his eyes from time to time, no one would understand what he was doing, if you observe carefully, Awang's attacks were fierce, every time it seemed that he was going to hit Zhang Xiaohu hard, but he was easily dodged .

"I'll deal with you when you have used all your methods!" Zhang Xiaohu sneered in his heart. According to the original plan, he could deal with Awang, a strong man with spiritual energy in his blood, and deal with a good physical fighter without any effort. This plan was cancelled.

After the third level of spiritual energy, within the domain of spiritual energy, the behavior will be infinitely slowed down, which doesn't change much among outsiders. Zhang Xiaohu can slow down the behavior in the eyes of Zhang Xiaohu, and every important point of behavior falls into Zhang Xiaohu's mind.

That's right, Zhang Xiaohu is secretly learning how to punch.

This is a method of using the body to attack the enemy. It requires self-harm since childhood. Zhang Xiaohu has aura, so it can be said that he is tempering his body all the time.

In the past, when dealing with enemies, Zhang Xiaohu relied on spiritual energy or strength, which was wasteful. At first, he was curious and wanted to verify the strength of the injured punch, but finally he had the idea of ​​stealing a lesson.

In fact, Zhang Xiaohu is not stealing, borrowing physical attacks, possessing the existence of spiritual energy, it is not an exaggeration to be called the king of melee combat.

Long-distance combat must be within the range, and Zhang Xiaohu is almost 100% hit.

If he is invincible no matter how close he is, he will not worry about any danger he encounters. Zhang Xiaohu believes that he has the ability to deal with it.

Ever since he got the spirit energy, Zhang Xiaohu has been unable to do anything in some close combat, and now he finally understands the meaning of close combat from the wounded punch.

It turns out that physical attacks can be like this, Zhang Xiaohu didn't learn many things, and there were not many practical things either.

One trick, all tricks!
The spiritual energy improved Zhang Xiaohu, and Zhang Xiaohu's reaction became faster, and he could easily comprehend certain fighting elements, especially after the body was tempered, it reached the limit that ordinary people could hardly achieve.

"boom!"

Zhang Xiaohu was hit on the back again, Awang seized this opportunity, and once again punched him in the heart, if this blow was hit, he would no longer have the ability to compete, and the impact on his body would be too great.

"No, he's in danger!"

Lin Hu blamed himself for not asking Zhang Xiaohu for help. The master of wounded boxing is not so easy to deal with. He knew that he would give up this match, especially when he knew that Zhang Xiaohu and Zhu Rongfei were closely related. Influence.

"It's better to stop, I don't want anything to happen to my brother!"

Zhu Rongfei originally disapproved of Zhang Xiaohu's actions. Anyone who fights in the ring will die. Now that something has happened, he secretly regrets why he didn't stop it at that time.

Lin Hu gritted his teeth and decided to give up the game.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaohu launched a Jedi counterattack.

Those who bet on Awang could have made a fortune, but when they saw Zhang Xiaohu launch a counterattack, especially after the familiar fight, there was a shocked sound from the ring.

"Is this a punch?"

"How could this be, how could he hurt his fist?"

"It must have been tricky, this is not a punch, this is not a punch!"

Zhang Xiaohu's nimble counterattack surprised Awang the most. The opponent's actions were more subtle, every action was inconceivable, but ruthless intentions were hidden in it.

Awang's eyes widened, "How could you hurt your fist!"

Zhang Xiaohu hooked and pressed his left hand, and Ngawang backed away, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, "Who said it was a wounded punch, this is just a fight."

The most surprising thing on and off the stage was Awang, who had been intoxicated for countless years, and he could clearly recognize the style of wounding fists. In the end, he was crowned with a fighting slogan and almost vomited blood in anger.

"Fighting, this is real fighting, your wounded punches are nothing!"

Zhang Xiaohu snorted coldly, and fired arrows left and right, using the joints of his body vividly. If he was not used to it at the beginning, then it will enter the level of random movement of the heart.

Nga Wang, a master of wounded boxing, was invited by Feng Baiyun because he wanted to make a name for himself in Jiuzhou. The more famous he is, the more he will be valued by others.

Today, he came aggressively, but when he encountered such a tragic incident, the injured punch he was proud of was stolen by the other party, no matter who he was, he would be angry.

Ah Wang yelled, his eyes were full of resentment, he finally found a chance to become famous, but was ruined by Zhang Xiaohu in front of him, and a rare panic arose in his heart.

"What a brother Zhang, he is so courageous, he even learned the technique of hurting punches, he is simply a natural martial artist." Lin Hu was dumbfounded, and praised from the bottom of his heart.

Injury boxing must be practiced from an early age. If it is not torturing oneself, theoretically few people will learn it.

Zhang Xiaohu's demeanor went from unfamiliar to random, using his body joints to attack, it's strange that Lin Hu wasn't shocked.

This little tiger is a talent.

Zhang Xiaohu wanted to learn close-to-body fighting skills early in the morning. It was not so easy to learn fighting skills.

Awang was at a disadvantage. Feng Baiyun, who was in sight of victory, had a stiff smile on his face. He watched Awang being crushed and beaten in disbelief. He didn't believe that the situation would be one-sided.

"With less wind, Awang is hopeless!"

Feng Baiyun thinks that Awang can defeat a guy who is a foil, and is thinking about how to satirize Lin Hu later. Awang's defeat is as disgusting as eating a fly.

If it weren't for many people from the circle who came here today, Feng Baiyun would probably yell at me, I paid you a lot of money to come here, not to see you being beaten by the enemy, maybe Lin Hu is laughing at his own bad eyesight.

Awang let out a furious roar, his fists were heavy, and his killing moves were heavy. If he didn't pay attention, he would be killed on the spot. Whoever dares not face up to the end will be very miserable.

Zhang Xiaohu borrowed Awang to improve his fighting skills, and finally found a close-up master. It would be a waste if he didn't master the skills in his hand.

If Awang chooses to admit defeat and give up the game, Zhang Xiaohu will definitely not play hard. After all, his fighting skills can be mastered from the opponent. Unexpectedly, Awang will make fierce moves like crazy, and the moves will kill people. It burst out instantly.

(End of this chapter)