Sanctification of the physical body: starting from the wish of making explosive fists

The monster-like grip strength was actually able to twist and deform the muscles on Sarura Long's wrist.

In an instant, using a strong grip to compress the blood, causing damage from the inside out, is this his strength?

Seeing this, instead of feeling scared and frightened, Sakura Ryu became even more interested.

Right, that's how it should be, otherwise it's too boring.

Sakura Ryu could have taken advantage of this time to directly give him a heavy blow, but this would also cause his wrist to suffer a direct blow, which was not cost-effective, so he also let go of his hand and put Huashan down.

This scene immediately made the blood of all the little brothers present boil, and they directly shouted

, "Appeared, the boss's monster-like grip!"

"The grip that used to be able to easily tear the steel plate with my bare hands makes my scalp feel numb every time I see it!"

"Stupid, you guys are too noisy!"

Kisaki, who was still crossing his hands on his chest on the side, heard the sound and directly scolded the younger brothers and said:

"The battle between men, you don't need these heavenly praises, you just need to watch quietly, which is the greatest support for the boss!"

Hearing this, the younger brothers also quieted down, but the fanaticism in their eyes became more and more brilliant.

"Men, many of the muscles on the body are innate, and they can be dissatisfied, but they are definitely not something that others can easily insult!"

Against the five bruised fingerprints on his face, Hua Shan glanced at the Ten Ghost Snake King Horse who was not far away, and indifferently said again:

"The perfection of muscle shape is not trained, but given by God, just like me!"

Saying that, Hanayama kicked the white crocodile leather shoes he was wearing on his feet to the side, then leaned over, grabbed a trouser leg with each hand, and then slowly got up, and heard the sound of tearing and tearing cloth shattering.

As the fabric on Huashan's body was slowly torn by it, it suddenly revealed his strong, extremely impactful physique hidden under his clothes.

The muscles at the base of the calf and thigh are as angular as two pieces of marble, and the muscles of the upper body are also layered, as if granite of different sizes is stacked together.

Especially the seemingly obscuring back muscles between his turns, are also full of breathtaking momentum.

Even the neck, which looks fragile to ordinary people, is thick and palpitating, and the muscles above the neck are coiled and intertwined like tree roots, and the bulge even looks a little thicker than the head.

But what really interested Sarura Ryu was the crisscrossing scars on his body, which were warriors' medals, indicating that the actual combat experience was extremely rich.

But then again, with the tattoos on his body, it looks quite bluffing.

And before Sakura Long could speak, the Ten Ghost Snake King Horse not far away opened his mouth again, pointed to the tattoo on his back and said:

"Bastard, can it be said that the tattoo on your body is also given by God, it looks green and green, this is not a real man's tattoo, stupid!"

As soon as these words came out, the first person to lose his emotions and scold was Kisaki.

"Bastard, you guy shut up for me!"

Ignoring the doubtful look of the younger brother, Kisaki looked excited:

"This is not a fancy tattoo, this is a tattoo handed down from generation to generation by the leader of the Huashan Group, Xia Kexing!" It represents the glory and narrowness of the Huashan Group!

"Enough, Kisaki! The glory of the Huashan group must be explained to others, and it is enough to do your own thing.

Hanayama Yan did not look back at Kisaki, but said indifferently, and then slowly walked towards the Ten Ghost Snake King Horse with a gloomy face.

In this regard, the Ten Ghost Snake King Horse was not afraid, but instead looked directly at its burly body with trembling intent.

"You fight with me, I'll talk about it later, I'll expel this insignificant person first!"

This was what Hua Shan Yan said when he walked in front of the Ten Ghost Snake King Horse and turned back to the Sakura Dragon.

Wild intuition told Hanayama that compared to the short man in front of him, Sakura Dragon was the most dangerous existence, especially since he had just experienced the feeling of being pinched in the face before.

Strength, speed, is by no means comparable to ordinary people, and even this feeling reminds him of the red-haired man who once gave him the taste of defeat for the first time.

"Who are you all underestimating, I am the king horse of the ten ghosts and snakes, and I am known as the existence of Asuras!"

Hearing this, the Ten Ghost Snake King Horse couldn't bear it anymore, directly raised his arm, hardened the muscles of his arm in an instant, and blasted a punch towards Hua Shan's face in front of him in one breath!

"Erhuliu, King Kong, Iron Break!"

Hua Shan's head was beaten back slightly, and although this seemingly amazing punch force beat his hideous face a little deformed, it did not even produce the most basic fist smoke.

Weak, really weak, at this moment, such a thought came to Hua Shanxuan's heart, this seemingly fierce fist is only worthy of scaring children.

Thinking of this, Hua Shan Yan suddenly stretched out a hand to hold the fist that hit his face, and with only a slight force, he easily removed his fist from his face.

"Is this the fist you think your perfect body can bombard, in my opinion, even the pain that a woman scratches her face can't compare!"

Hua Shan Yan's head straightened slightly, and then looked down indifferently at the Ten Ghosts and Snake King Horse with an incredible look on his face, and continued:

"True combat geniuses do not need to exercise, and those who need to exercise and become strong are still weak in nature!"

Saying that, the hand that grabbed the fist once again exerted force, and he heard the sound of bones shattering from the palm of his hand.

With the screams of the Ten Ghost Snake King Horse, Hua Shan Yan let go of his palm, and saw that his five fingers had been completely distorted and deformed.

With a grunt

, Yamashita not far away couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he saw this, and he couldn't help but sweat cold.

Yu Guang glanced at him, and Ziyin of Soliuyuan spoke:

"This world is very big, and the real strong cannot win just by relying on mouth cannons."

Yamashita couldn't refute this.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

One hand held the finger that had been twisted and deformed, his eyes became a little bloody red and looked at Hua Shanxuan, and his mouth was also gritted teeth.

In this regard, Hanayama only shook his head slightly, did not pay attention to the wailing of the defeated dog, but turned around and walked towards Sakura Dragon.

Looking at the slowly approaching Huashan Yan, Sakura Dragon showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes swirled back and forth towards the two, and when he came to him, he seemed to point out:

"You are really kind, if I really make a move, he will not be so lucky."

Saying that, he glanced at Hua Shan Fu, who did not have any expression fluctuations, and then continued:

"It's a pity that the short man doesn't seem to understand your kindness at all."

Hearing this, Hua Shan Yan's expression fluctuated a little, and he turned his head to look over.

But I saw that at this moment, the skin of the Ten Ghost Snake King and Horse had become extremely blood-red, like an Asura who had returned from a bloody rebirth, and his body was full of violent convex twisting blood vessels.

The bloody qi wrapped around it like a storm.