Super Martial God

"Your flesh..."

Wang Zheng was shocked and looked at Lin Mu strangely. "Are you proficient in external skills, too?"

He can have such a strong physique, which is always focused on physical cultivation, and only after nearly 20 years of continuous cultivation and polishing.

But Lin Mu is only fifteen years old and has practiced for ten years at most.

Besides, isn't Lin Mu's best skill at throwing knives?

It is said that the other party is also proficient in a variety of mysteries. How can there be time to polish the flesh?

He rubbed his aching fist, and Lin Mu was also frightened.

This Wang Zheng is definitely the strongest physical strength among the enemies he met.

No wonder this man is not mysterious, but he can rank 19th in the white stone list.

To change others, if you dare to collide with Wang Zheng's body, I'm afraid you will be paralyzed in an instant.

Even before he was promoted to martial arts, he was far inferior to Wang Zheng in this regard.

The onlookers around were also shocked one by one.

Needless to say, Wang Zheng, a famous master of horizontal training, has long been known as Baishizhou.

Looking at his body, it is also like copper casting. Every muscle contains thrilling terrorist power.

But Lin Mu, it's really surprising.

When people saw that Lin Mu chose to fight against Wang Zheng, they thought Lin Mu would suffer a great loss.

Unexpectedly, although Lin Mu fell into the bottom, he was not hurt.

At this moment, people can't see that the physical strength of Lin Mu is also powerful.

After his clothes were broken, Lin Mu's upper body was also exposed.

Compared with ordinary people, Lin Mu's body is indeed much stronger, with tight muscles and light wheat color.

But with Wang Zheng opposite him, he looked much more beautiful and thin.

It's amazing that such a thin body can compete with Wang Zheng.

"I'll see how long you can hold on."

Wang Zheng was already furious.

Physical strength, which is his fist power, is the foundation of his white stone list experts.

He will never allow anyone to challenge himself in this regard.

"Kill!"

Wang Zheng is like a fierce tiger, with a surging and violent momentum.

Boom!

Qi and blood fluctuated. In an instant, a more terrible fist intention broke out in his fist. With the power of destroying mountains and rivers, he hit Lin Mu.

Felt that Wang Zheng's fist was more terrible, and Lin Mu did not neglect it.

The same blow went out.

"Bang!"

Two fists collided.

This time, there seemed to be thunder on the street.

The sound wave of terror swept the four directions with more amazing power.

Some martial artists who had been far away and saw no danger and were close were weak. They were shocked to bleed and screamed back on the spot. Even a better martial arts teacher couldn't help humming. He stepped back a few steps and didn't dare to approach again.

Bang bang!

Wang Zheng's steps quickly retreated on the ground. Every step backward will step out a big pit on the ground.

Lin Mu, however, was hit directly by this blow and fell on the street 100 meters away.

Kapon!

Next to the street, a shop made of granite was hit by Lin Mu and smashed on the spot.

"Lin Mu is really not Wang Zheng's opponent."

"I can't compete with the fool king."

Seeing the scene, everyone around shook their heads.

"Lin Mu, aren't you crazy?"

Zhao Qing sneered happily, "it's different now. Being beaten is the same as a drowning dog."

Lin Mu completely ignored the comments and ridicules of outsiders.

Wang Zheng was badly hurt. Instead of being depressed, his eyes became particularly bright.

"Wang Zheng, I really want to thank you. Under your violent oppression, my King Kong Fuhu fist finally broke through again."

At that moment, he found that the strength of his fist suddenly soared after a burst of compression.

This made him understand that the King Kong Fuhu fist, which had not broken through for a long time, broke through again.

Moreover, the trend of ascension has not stopped.

Lin Mu practiced this boxing very early. He was stuck in the bottleneck of the Qi of the seven tigers for too long.

This time, Wang Zheng's oppression, like a fuse, ignited all the long-standing details he had accumulated.

"Vajra Fuhu fist!"

"Kill!"

Jump up from the ground. This time, it's Lin Mu's turn to attack.

Eight tigers!

The fist strength of 96000 kg is like a volcanic eruption.

With the power of genuine Qi, Lin Mu's fist has a destructive power of up to 160000 kg.

The stronger the power, the more difficult it is to improve.

Moreover, the promotion of forestry and animal husbandry is 12000 kg.

In this war situation, it is enough to play a reversal role.

Their fists, once again without fancy, crashed together like a mountain collapse.

On Wang Zheng's face, there was an expression of self-confidence.

In the fight just now, he thought he had found out the details of Lin Mu.

The strength of Lin Mu is about 150000 kg, while his strength is 160000 kg.

In this level of competition, the extra 10000 kg is enough for him to completely crush the forest and animal husbandry.

He also decided to take advantage of this opportunity to completely abolish Lin Mu.

Otherwise, with Lin Mu's terrible talent, he will catch up with him sooner or later.

But the next moment, his face changed.

When his fist touched Lin Mu, he found that he was very wrong.

The strength of Lin Mu's fist has soared strangely by more than 10000 kg, which is even with him.

This is not over yet. When the two people's fists are in contact, Lin Mu's fist strength suddenly soars again.

Nine tiger gas!

Eighteen thousand pounds.

Once again, he collided with Wang Zheng's fist, and the details of Lin Mu completely broke out.

King Kong Fuhu fist, another step.

With the power of genuine Qi, his fist strength has reached 170000 Jin.

In a flash, the street behind Wang Zheng suddenly exploded without warning, and endless gravel splashed everywhere.

"Roar!"

At that moment, Wang Zheng roared like a beast. His muscles suddenly expanded and became red. His whole body was more than a foot tall.

Boom!

Then, the power of terror, with a blood mist, burst out of Wang Zheng's fist.

This time he broke out and released a force of 180000 kg.

Lin Mu was caught off guard and was hit again.

After flying a hundred meters, he fell to the ground. His body still didn't stop. He slipped a blood mark of more than ten meters on the ground and then stopped.

Looking at his flesh and blood, he looked very sad.

Wang Zheng, on the other hand, took only a few steps back and stood still.

The two seem to have distinguished themselves.

"Did Lin Mu lose?"

"This time, Lin Mu was really blasted by Wang Zheng."

Almost everyone thinks so.

But Zhao Qing, this time, instead of complacency and ridicule, he showed his fear.

Although his mind is narrow, he is the ninth rookie in Yuhu city after all, and his eyesight is naturally different from ordinary people.

Ordinary people can't see how he will be deceived. In the present situation, Lin Mu is miserable on the surface, but in fact Wang Zheng lost.