Comics: Starting from the Blast Punch

"Oh?"

Wu Hori's expressionless face finally showed a slight change. His body started without any signs!

His agility attribute is the same as Yato's, both 3.5. Although agility represents more than just running speed, in the eyes of ordinary people, his short-distance sprint speed can also be called"terrible"!

It's like a bull charging, with a terrifying momentum, and the ground is shattered.

It's impossible for people to raise the heart of resistance.

Yato stood there, waiting for him.

Wu Hori arrived in front of Yato and threw a punch.

Simple and rough.

Yato raised his arms to parry, and his whole body seemed to become a spring, shrinking and stretching, removing most of the impact force, and letting his fist fall on the load-bearing column behind him.

Bang!

Wu Hori directly blew the epidermis of the load-bearing column, and the gravel flew, hitting Yato's neck and it was a bit painful, but he ignored it completely.

Kicked forward with his right foot low.

Raised a sharp The wind of the sharp foot sword!

The target is the most vulnerable part of Wu Hori as a man.

After Wu Hori noticed it, he slapped his right hand down without hesitation.

He wanted to suppress the foot sword raised by Yato.

But at this moment, Yato suddenly twisted his waist, turned in the air, and without a single sluggish movement, his elbow hit the joint of Wu Hori's right arm.

No matter how tough the opponent is, it cannot change the fact that the human body is a weak point!

Wu Hori's right fist was still sticking to the load-bearing column, and there was no time to retract it. The inside of the elbow joint of his arm was facing Yato, and the other hand was also drawn away, which meant that he was almost defenseless.

Yato's elbow tip hit the opponent's arm accurately.

Although there was no creaking sound, Wu Hori was obviously in pain. His arm dropped and twitched unnaturally.

Anger appeared in Wu Hori's eyes.

His hand changed from pressing to grabbing.

He grabbed Yato's leg and directly pulled him and threw him hard behind him.

""Ouch!" accompanied by a dull sound of impact.

Yato's back hit the ground heavily. Fortunately, he tightened his muscles in time. Although his internal organs were impacted, it was not greatly affected.

He endured the burning pain from his back, climbed up from the ground, and continued to confront Wu Horio.

Wu Horio looked at Yato, then glanced down at his wrist that was bleeding.

Originally, according to his idea, he wanted to swing the man up and throw him to the ground, but in the middle, the other party hit him with his other foot, and the tendons in his wrist were cut, resulting in the failure to hold the other party firmly, and ended up throwing the man out.

"Invisible foot swords? I admit you, the ghost of kicking skills, you are qualified to be called a 'ghost', but it seems that you have not fully tapped the potential of this move. It is impossible for you to defeat me with incomplete skills."

The joints of his right hand were damaged, and the tendons of his left hand were partially ruptured, which has affected the bending and force of his knuckles.

Obviously, this little ghost is here to weaken his combat power.

Even if there is a gap in strength, as long as both arms are disabled, no matter how powerful a fighter is, his combat power will be greatly reduced, because no matter what martial arts, they cannot be separated from the hands.

So, I have to be a little more serious.

As Wu Horio thought about it, the aura on his body suddenly changed.

""Liberate!"

His body suddenly swelled.

Blood vessels bulged on his arms, and his skin seemed to be stained red with blood. Not only was it red, but it also emitted visible heat!

Even from four or five meters away, Yato could feel the heat coming from him.

It was as if his entire body had turned into a furnace, burning something to produce terrifying energy.

"……"Is it coming?"

Yato whispered.

The opponent finally used this move.

Perhaps he should be thankful that he had successfully weakened the combat effectiveness of the opponent's arms before the opponent used this move.

But...

Yato felt his wrists that were out of control and trembling, as well as the trembling transmitted from every cell tissue in his body, and his body and mind were greatly shocked.

Instinct was crying, telling him to leave quickly.

Stay away from this terrifying monster in front of him!

Yato had fought with the Wu clan before. In order to avoid his fatal attack, Wu Fengshui used liberation and became like a non-human, with a hideous face, like a 'ghost' in Japanese ghost stories!

However, [Liberation] varies from person to person.

Wu Fengshui, who only has 28% liberation, and Wu Horio, who has reached 60% liberation, cannot compare with him at all. Compared.

The latter not only has a higher degree of liberation, but also leaves Wu Fengshui far behind in terms of basic ability.

If Wu Fengshui's strength before liberation is 10, and usually only 1, and can reach 3 after liberation, then Wu Horio's total strength is 100! The normal state is 10! It can reach 60 after liberation! It is six times the size of Wu Fengshui's bucket! It is sixty times the normal strength of Wu Fengshui!

Looking at the fat middle-aged man with bulging blood vessels on his neck and face, as if there were bugs swimming under his skin, but his expression was calm and composed, Yato's sense of crisis was magnified to the extreme.

Obviously.

Wu Horio is so familiar with the move [Liberation] that he can't be more familiar with it. He uses it without any stagnation. Every bit of strength is driven by his arms, and he will not be affected by negative emotions.

The so-called control of oneself is nothing more than this.

"Fourteen-point attribute value……"

Yato thought about the total attributes of the opponent after being released, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

How should he fight?

"Come on, let's start the battle between ghosts."

Wu Horixiong's tone was calm.

His voice was deeper and richer than before, echoing like thunder in this unfinished building.

Without waiting for Yato to reply, he launched an attack.

"This speed——！"

Yato's pupils shrank.

His arms were like door thresholds and gates, first blocking and then blocking.

His whole body followed suit.

To cope with the impact, if he just spread his arms to block, it would cause damage to the shoulder joint, and the defensive effect would not be maximized.

""It's so heavy!"

After successfully blocking the opponent's fist, Yato's face changed slightly.

The force from above was more than twice as strong as before. The hand injury caused to the opponent before seemed to be non-existent, and there was no sign of weakening at all!

Yato took four or five steps back before he could barely get rid of the force.

As if he didn't want to give him time to adapt, Wu Horixiong launched attacks one after another.

Straight punches, hooks, turning whip punches... low kicks, side kicks...

It was like hitting a sandbag, as if he hadn't considered the opponent's counterattack at all, just attacking blindly, hitting wherever he wanted, without any fixed routines, and it was impossible to see the fighting style or It is said that the martial arts passed down from generation to generation by the Wu clan are fundamentally different from the fighting skills that can be seen on the market today.

However, although each of Wu Horixiong's attacks was powerful, heavy, swift and sharp, he was still barely blocked by Yato.

His arms really seemed to have become two large doors.

No matter how fiercely the opponent attacked, he would block him outside.

But unlike the defensive posture of covering his face with his arms, Yato divided the opponent's attack into three types: high, medium and low. His arms turned up and down, like two rotating pointers, and the effective defense area covered 80% of the body, and he could always block the opponent's attack one by one in the middle of the attack.

"I see, is this the use of the"arm hand" of Wing Chun? I didn't expect you to be able to do this. Nowadays, people who practice Jeet Kune Do only look forward, not backward."

Wu Horixiong suddenly said

"……"

Yato said nothing, sweat dripping down his forehead. His face was red from the rapid blood flow.

The shirt parts of his arms had been torn, and the surface of his skin was red and swollen. There were even many peripheral blood vessels that had ruptured, and blood was oozing out of the pores.

Although he had a"arm" hand, it was of little help.

As the saying goes, a long defense will lead to a loss.

People's endurance is limited, and seemingly solid defense can only last for a while. Under repeated heavy blows, bones will break sooner or later, and muscles will turn into meat paste.

Perhaps the excessive pain caused numbness of the nerves, Yato's movements were half a beat slower, and as a result, he was kicked by Wu Horio with the kick that the ancient Spartans were good at.

Although Yato resisted with his knees and elbows, the two hardest parts of the human body, he was still kicked back by the impact of more than two tons.

His back hit a load-bearing column.

Before he could stand up and wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wu Horio caught up with him.

"Damn it!"

Yato's eyes were red, and the fear of death made him furious.

But he did not lose his mind.

He rolled over, dodging Wu Horixiong's downward chop, and then used a sweeping kick.

"Vacuum Piece Hand Pony!"

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