151: C151 Six Forms and Meaning

C151 Six Forms and Meaning

2"Clang!"

The match officially began.

"Please!"

Hei Zi looked at him with a serious expression and slightly cupped his fist.

Maine Boxer looked at him strangely a few times and then spoke in Chinese, "My boss said... "Let me beat you to death."

Just as he finished his sentence, there was a muffled "bang". Hei Zi felt that the entire arena was shaking violently. In the next moment, an arm wrapped in hemp rope was already right in front of him!

A distance of 5 meters could be covered in an instant. Such astonishing speed!

A very, very powerful stance. The swing of the arm was powerful.

The swing was actually accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind. The power of this attack definitely could not be underestimated!

The opponent's sudden attack was extremely fast. Hei Zi had no way of dodging and could only raise his arms to block it.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Hei Zi, who was about 1.8 meters tall, was smashed by Maine Boxer, who was not even 1.6 meters short, to the point that he was forced to kneel on the stage.

The surrounding audience was stunned.

Hei Zi, who kneeled down after getting hit by the attack, started sweating profusely.

This Maine Boxer's arm strength... It was simply inconceivable. He felt as if he had been ruthlessly smashed by a huge iron hammer, and his two arms had gone numb!

Even worse was that although the knee that he got kicked by Pei Feng had already healed, it just happened to be for a short period of time and he couldn't withstand such strength. That was the most important reason why he wasn't confident.

He hit the ground, a cruel smile appeared on Maine Boxer's face.

Once an expert makes a move, he will know the depth of the attack. This person … He was not his match at all.

Moreover, his right leg was trembling very badly. It was obvious that he had suffered an old injury!

Before Hei Zi could struggle to stand up, another powerful arm smashed down. With a loud bang, Hei Zi let out a groan. He was once again 10 cm shorter, and his body even seemed to be bent.

The third strike!

The fourth strike!

Hei Zi's right knee could no longer withstand such a huge force and was smashed down. His legs went soft and he lost his balance. Then, Hei Zi directly fell onto the stage in a sorry state.

The sharp sound of wind rang out again. Hei Zi's pupils suddenly contracted as he fell to the ground. He moved both his hands to protect his right knee – the other party's low sweep kick … It was actually aimed at his old victim's right knee!

The strength of the leg was much greater than the strength of the arm.

This vicious and heavy sweep directly sent Hei Zi flying into the air, where he landed heavily on the side of the stage.

Hei Zi groaned. His face was as pale as paper. He clenched his teeth and struggled to get up.

His left hand was in excruciating pain, and his right knee was in excruciating pain. He couldn't even muster up the slightest bit of strength – his bones were stiff and he was sweating profusely from the pain, yet he still didn't make a sound.

A black shadow approached in the blink of an eye.

Another low sweep kick, extremely vicious, aimed at his lower body!

If he were to kick her now, he would definitely die!

Considering Luo Sanlee's face, it was impossible for him to surrender to Hei Zi. He could only desperately resist. Even being kicked out of the arena was better than surrendering.

He used all of his strength and assumed the most reasonable defensive posture. He wanted to defend against the Yin, but he didn't expect that Maine Boxer's kick would suddenly change direction and sweep towards his opened head like lightning!

Everything happened in a split-second, it was already too late to react. "Crack!" With a crisp sound, Maine Boxer's leg, which was tied with a hemp rope, kicked heavily on Hei Zi's lower jaw. Maine Boxer flew out of the arena like a broken sack, falling onto the concrete floor and stopped moving.

"Hei Zi!"

Luo Sanlee's expression suddenly changed and he stood up all of a sudden: "Go, go quickly! Bring Hei Zi over here –! "

Everyone had heard that crisp voice just now. He no longer wanted to win or lose the match, but was worried about Hei Zi's life and death!

After all, he was Hei Zi's most dead brother after following him for so long. He did not want Hei Zi to lose his life here.

"Hahahaha!" It was so funny. Master Luo, what trash did you bring? He didn't even have the strength to retaliate before he fell to the ground in a few hits? This is so f * cking boring! "

An arrogant clamor came from the other side.

"F * ck you!" Fatty Zhao, just you wait —! "

Luo Sanlee looked at Ninth Master Du with an ashen face, "Ninth Master."

Ninth Master Du nodded with a gloomy expression. He turned around and looked at Qian Fengnian and the hook nose, "Sect Leader Qian, Master Zhong, who's going up?"

Qian Fengnian was invited by him. That hook-nosed man was called Zhong BeiWang. He was a martial artist with a bit of a reputation in the Jinghua District. He was invited by Xue Renju.

"This man is Maine Boxer Li's top expert. He has iron arms and steel legs and is extremely ferocious. I …" "I am not his match, sorry, Ninth Master, Cloud Lord."

At the critical moment, this Zhong Beiwei had actually given up. He had admitted defeat!

Why did they spend so much money to invite him here for a meal?!

Ninth Master Du and Xue Renju glared at him, their faces ashen.

In such a public place, they couldn't say anything. Otherwise, they would just be making the other Ninghai leaders see them as a joke. That definitely wouldn't do.

Face... They were the most important people to them.

"Ninth Master, let me do it."

Qian Fengnian, who was at the side, spoke up.

"Are you confident?"

Ninth Master Du stared at him without blinking as he asked in a deep voice.

If he lost two matches in a row to this Fatty Zhao, then he would really lose a lot of face!

"I didn't expect that the Maine people would have inner force experts. This has really broadened my horizons …"

Qian Fengnian's face was as calm as water, as he said slowly, word for word, "But Ninth Master, don't worry, I will do my best! Against him, I have a 70% chance of winning! "

Just as he finished speaking, his body moved swiftly like a big bird, soaring through the air and directly crossing the six seats in front of him as well as the spectators. He then landed steadily beside the arena.

His feet tapped on the ground and he flew up like an arrow from the ground, landing lightly on the ring.

The moment his hands came out, cheers sounded out from all directions.

Although Maine Boxer was powerful, he was still a foreigner in the end — Qian Fengnian's movement technique and movement technique were both graceful and graceful, exuding a typical style of pure Divine State Country and martial arts, which immediately resonated with everyone around them.3

Most people still hoped that he would win. This Annual Competition … In the end, it was still a stage of Divine State Country.

Seeing Qian Fengnian's extraordinary moves, Maine Boxer's eyes also showed a trace of seriousness. He actually took the initiative to put his hands together and slightly bowed to Qian Fengnian.

Qian Fengnian's expression was solemn as he slowly took out his true form of the boxing style and said in a deep voice, "Come at me!"

Qian Fengnian was a disciple of the Xing Yi Sect. The fist technique he practiced was called the "Xing Yi Six Paths". He had been immersed in it for more than twenty years.

The six forms and the six forms and the six forms fist pays attention to the heart and the meaning, the meaning and the qi, the qi and the strength, the shoulder and the crotch, the elbow and the knee, the hand and the foot.

It was said that experts who cultivated the Six Xing Yi Martial Arts to an extremely profound realm, with their divine forms combined into one, were able to move freely and fluidly. Their speed was extremely fast, and they were able to move freely without any flaws.

Although he was far from reaching the legendary highest realm, Qian Fengnian still recognized himself as someone who was not weak. Amongst martial artists that practiced the Six Paths of Xing Yi, he should be considered one of the best.

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