241: C241 A Fight Between the Gods

C241 A Fight Between the Gods

However, that Tai Fist expert did not succeed, and his next punch arrived.

Then there was the elbow and knee, a storm of attacks. Master Guo fell and got beaten up.

He only felt that his opponent's fists and kicks were unbelievably heavy, as if they contained a thousand jin of strength that far surpassed that of an ordinary person. Even his arms were numbed from the impact. Master Guo's heart sank as he cursed in his heart. He knew that he had met a true expert of Thai boxing.

But at this moment, he had already lost the initiative and could only bitterly endure. He could only hope that his opponent would reveal a flaw and then find a chance to fight back.

The audience was silent as they watched Master Guo being beaten up by the foreigner.

"How is it? The master I invited is awesome, right?" The bald man looked around and laughed proudly, "Even though this Master Song Tao is not very old, he has already been famous in the West for more than ten years. He is known as the 'Eight-Armed God'"

The various elders all frowned slightly.

The word 'Divine Buddha' was not something one could casually call in the West. It was a term used in wuxia novels. It was called 'a certain Arhat' and 'a certain kind of arhat', but it was completely different.

In the West, they revered the 'Small Parasite Buddhism', and the highest level of the Small Parasite Buddhism was the Arhat Realm.

Thus, giving you the title of Buddha is tantamount to saying that for a certain person to become an immortal, to become an immortal, to become an ancestor, and to become a Buddha is the highest honor and glory.

And this Tai Fist expert, even if he didn't attack, his first move was as fast as lightning. Fists, feet, elbows, and knees, like quicksilver on the ground, attacked like a tidal wave, as if eight arms were attacking at the same time.

This was the title of the Eight Armed Deity Buddha!

The faces of those in the audience had long turned ashen, especially Brother Zhang, whose expression was extremely ugly.

He boasted that he was an elite from the provincial scouting team and looked down on these outlandish ways. The black boxer he met a few days ago only dared to fight with his life on the line.

However, the two people on stage, be it Song Tao or Guo Wei who was struggling to hold on, both far exceeded his expectations.

Brother Zhang placed himself in Guo Wei's position and realized that he might not even be able to withstand a single punch from Song Tao. He couldn't help but feel shocked.

Lin Tian also quietly frowned on the side. With this trend, Guo Wei was going to lose.

As expected, victory and defeat were quickly decided!

Guo Wei lost!

This was the so-called 'if you defend long enough, you will definitely lose'!

Even though Guo Wei was struggling to hold on, hoping to wait until the moment when the wave of attacks from the Auland Empire would be exhausted, it was a pity that he still underestimated how terrifying Song Tao was.

In the span of a single breath, the eight-armed Buddha had punched out thirteen times, six feet, five elbows, and seven knees. In the end, the fourteenth punch forcefully blew Guo Wei off his feet, and with lightning speed, he landed a heavy blow on Guo Wei's chest.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Guo Wei's mouth as he explosively retreated with a speed even faster than when he first arrived.

"Pata."

He landed below the arena, and his legs went soft, causing him to nearly collapse to the ground.

Only then did people see that Guo Wei's right chest was indenting an inch, his clothes were completely torn, forming a fist mark.

Everyone could not help but feel a chill down their spines.

Song Tao's punch actually broke Guo Wei's breastbone. If it was his left chest, then Guo Wei's heart would have exploded and he would have died on the spot.

"I admit defeat."

Guo Wei still had traces of blood on the corner of his mouth, and his face was deathly pale.1

When Song Tao heard this, his expression did not change. Instead, he clasped his hands together and bowed to the bald man. Then, he returned to the high platform and walked behind the bald man.

The bald man chuckled and looked at Li Mu. "What do you think, Brother Tree?"

Zhou Tianhao's face turned ashen.

"Haha, then I'll happily accept this one million." The bald man laughed out loud. A maid had long since brought the tray to Li Mu's side.

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