Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1262 One hundred and three punches
It seemed that after half a century, Mo Xian's fist finally landed on Yang Li's chest.

"Boom!"

In the sound like meteorites colliding, the hard muscles of Yang Li's whole body seemed to tremble.

"puff!"

There was another muffled sound, and the clothes on Yang Li's back were shattered directly, and a powerful force burst out of his body, smashing heavily on the energy mask.

"hiss!"

At this moment, gasping sounds came and went.

Mo Xian's punch was really terrifying, let alone a person, even a mountain seemed likely to be blown down.

However, what made everyone's pupils shrink was that Yang Li remained motionless.

"Ahem, you are really impolite!" Yang Li coughed twice, but there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

But it could be seen that he was very happy when he was punched hard by Mo Xian.

"Senior, it's your turn!" Mo Xian felt a bitterness in his heart, this Yang Li was simply a monster, and he could think of such a method.

"Okay!" Yang Li nodded and punched out instantly.

"boom!"

Mo Xian's complexion immediately changed, and he felt as if he had been hit by a meteorite falling at high speed, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted a bit.

This Yang Li's strength is simply abnormal.

However, he can still bear it.

"Tsk tsk, they are all ruthless people!" Everyone couldn't help clicking their tongues, feeling their scalps go numb.

They all knew that if one of those two punches landed on them just now, their souls would be blown away.

"Interesting, this method is really unheard of." The young man in the private room finally understood what the turn-based system is, and whispered to himself.

"This method was first proposed by Yang Li. At that time, they punched each other ten or twenty punches, which was a tragic one. In the end, his opponent was inhuman. After that time, the turn-based system has never appeared again, nor No one dares to try it. Unexpectedly, I can see it again today." Behind the young man, a person introduced it flatteringly.

"Hehe, then I want to see it." The young man waved his hand and stopped talking.

"Bang bang..."

The dull collision sounded alternately, and Mo Xian and Yang Li had punched each other more than a dozen times.

But the two of them still stood, not intending to fall down.

However, every time a fist landed on him, there was a roar in the bodies of the two of them.

"It's amazing. This time it's really a strong confrontation. In the last round, Yang Li threw eighteen punches. I don't know how many punches they can throw this time. Can they break that record?"

Although there is no skill at all in this turn-based system, this different way of fighting is still very fresh and has a strong visual impact.

In particular, its intuitiveness is simply a taste for both refined and popular tastes.

"Seventeen punches, eighteen punches..."

The audience began to count spontaneously, and the voice became louder and more orderly.

When Mo Xian withstood the No.18 punch, the atmosphere reached its peak in an instant.

"Break, break, the previous record!"

The confrontation was still going on, Mo Xian and Yang Li were no longer as calm and composed as before, and spewed a mouthful of blood from time to time.

"I'm sick!" Xiao En made such an evaluation after being silent for a long time.

Indeed, if it is not for illness, who would use this method to decide the outcome, even if they win in the end, I am afraid it will be a miserable victory.

But the audience didn't think so, since it was a gladiatorial fight, of course the rougher the better.

"You think I am willing!" Mo Xian said in his heart, it can be said that he was suffering and couldn't tell.

"This Yang Li is seriously injured, and his brain seems to be broken. Don't follow in his footsteps." Xiao En sighed, looking a little helpless.

"Don't worry, I have a measure!" Mo Xian yelled in his heart, and punched out again.

"boom!"

This time, Yang Li took several steps back, obviously unable to bear it anymore.

"Happy!" He yelled, immediately returned to his original spot, and then punched Mo Xian back.

Both sides came and went, and soon dozens of punches passed.

"Unexpectedly, it's already 58 punches. Is this still human?"

Everyone could clearly see that neither Mo Xian nor Yang Li's fists were faked at all. It was a miracle that they could withstand so many punches.

However, the figures of the two of them were visibly shaken, and they were all holding on with one breath.

"Bang!" Yang Li punched Mo Xian, and the latter staggered for a while, then went down.

"Haha, the Douwang is indeed the Douwang. This No. 160 simply deserves it." Many people immediately stood up and burst into cheers.

However, Mo Xian got up again, and punched Yang Li with a powerful punch.

"Bang!" Yang Li spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell heavily to the ground.

This time, no one dared to jump to conclusions.

Sure enough, Yang Li also got up and smashed at Mo Xian again.

At this point in the turn-based system, the two of them have reached their limit. Next, it depends on who can hold on for a long time.

At this time, every punch is the key, and everyone counts accordingly.

"78, 79, 99, one... one hundred!"

When the number of fists reached one hundred, everyone stood up, their voices trembling a little, and then thunderous applause broke out.

At this time, everyone was overwhelmed by the tenacity of the two on the field.

They couldn't imagine how strong it must be to be able to last until this time.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Mo Xian was hit again.

This was the one hundred and first punch, and it seemed to be Mo Xian's end.

These more than 100 punches, punched to the flesh, made everyone's teeth ache.

"You lost!" Yang Li said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if he was still a little disappointed.

"That's not necessarily true!" Mo Xian staggered up from the ground. When it came to persistence, he believed that he would not lose to anyone.

The perils and pains he has traveled along the way are beyond the imagination of others.

If he couldn't stand up at this time, it would undoubtedly be a complete negation of his previous efforts.

Seeing that Mo Xian got up again, the arena suddenly fell silent. At this moment, Mo Xian was on the verge of falling. They seemed to be afraid that their voice would knock Mo Xian down.

"Clap!"

The blood fell from Mo Xian's body drop by drop, and the sound of falling to the ground was so clear that everyone was shocked.

The blood quickly gathered into a pool, which was quite shocking.

His fist was already bloody and was still shaking violently.

What's more, the viscera have been displaced by the shock, and the pain cannot be described in any words.

Obviously, even if he punches, he won't have too much strength.

"Shh!"

However, he still punched out resolutely, but it was obvious that he no longer had the power he had before.

But even with such a punch, Yang Li couldn't bear it anymore, and was knocked down by Mo Xian.

Unexpectedly, Yang Li also staggered to his feet.

"If this continues, they might all die. Is it worth it?"

In the auditorium, discussions suddenly rang out, and they couldn't understand why Mo Xian and Yang Li insisted so much.

This is probably only clear to the parties themselves.

Yang Li punched Mo Xian slowly, but he seemed a little weak.

The fist did not fall on Mo Xian in the end.

Yang Li knelt down, propped his hands on the ground, choked up and said, "I... lost!" There seemed to be a hint of relief and relief in his voice.

Blood followed his hair, his cheeks, and his arms, and soon formed a pool under him, and then he went down.

Mo Xian's one hundred and third punch finally defeated Yang Li.

But he knew very well that if Yang Li insisted on punching, the one who fell to the ground was probably him.

"Senior, you didn't lose!" Mo Xian said slowly in his heart, as if he had already respected Yang Li.

"Clap clap..."

After reacting, everyone stood up again, applauding for the victorious Mo Xian and for the defeated Yang Li.

The applause was like thunder, almost penetrating the arena and spreading to every corner of the city.

Even the young man in the private room clapped his hands as if convinced.

Such tenacity is worth moving.

(End of this chapter)