752: C752 Eagle Sky Strike

C752 Eagle Sky Strike

"Fatty, bully me because I don't have the strength. If you have the guts, don't retaliate!"

Gao Xiaotian stood on his tiptoes and displayed a Muay Thai fighting style, which made the other party mock him.

"Hehe, just this little bit of flowery style of yours. Come, today, I, Lord Fatty, will also rub my face. An expert at the middle stage of the God King!"

With these words, Fatty's body moved at an extremely fast speed.

Although his body was plump, his movements were extremely agile. Gao Xiaotian only felt a stream of air rush towards his face and instinctively kicked out.

This kick of his was incomparably ferocious, possessing the power to shatter rocks, yet it was easily deflected by the opponent's palm strike.

"Hold tight!"

Fatty's large hand swept across like lightning and landed on Gao Xiaotian's shoulder.

"Bam!"

All of a sudden, Gao Xiaotian punched straight out. A loud sound came from his joints.

Fatty was hit in the chest and only felt a faint pain. A smile flashed across his face. With a wave of his hand, Gao Xiaotian instantly lost his center of gravity and was lifted into the air.

"Alright!"

"Fatty, you're awesome!"

"Little Capture Fire!"

Immediately, the surrounding people cheered.

The fatty grabbed Gao Xiaotian's body and smashed him onto the ground proudly.

This attack was too fierce. If it were to fall down, Gao Xiaotian's tendons and bones would break at least if he didn't die.

"Bam!"

As his body was falling, Gao Xiaotian's fists were continuously thrown out at an extremely fast speed. He finally got the chance, the fatty was not afraid of his fists at all.

Ten punches in a second, the sound of intense fracture came from Fatty's chest. Seeing that Gao Xiaotian's body was less than ten centimeters away from the ground, he could use more strength and win.

But!

When Gao Xiaotian launched his final attack, his fists were punched out at the same time. The power of his punch, which had more than ten layers added on, exploded out.

Boom!

The fatty's body bent from the impact and was sent flying backwards. His hand was still tightly grabbing onto Gao Xiaotian's clothes, leading him to a place far away.

"Fatty, you don't seem to be able to hold on!"

While flying backwards, Gao Xiaotian's body twisted and he took off his clothes. He raised his foot and stomped on Fatty's face with a loud bang.

"Bam!"

Gao Xiaotian landed on the ground steadily, and even looked a bit handsome. The power of his long fist had turned the tide of the battle and superimposed more than ten times, already surpassing the limits of a martial arts technique.

Even though it wasn't as tall as Qin Feng, it still possessed the power of a Human Stage.

When the fatty fell to the ground, the fat on his body trembled uncontrollably. Finally, he tilted his neck and foamed at the mouth.

Gao Xiaotian raised his foot, revealing Fatty's fat face. Blood was flowing out from his nose, and a clear imprint of his shoes was left behind.

Instantly, the surroundings went into an uproar!

The scene changed too abruptly. Just now, Fatty was still quite adept at it. He completely had the look of a victor trampling a rookie.

But in just a few breaths of time, the reversal had been too quick, making it difficult for the crowd to recover from their shock.

The fatty was actually knocked to the ground in an instant?

That guy had used the simplest of long fists to effortlessly break apart the fatty's little hand. Under strong counterattacks, he had even defeated him. "Woosh, woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~"

"Holy shit, so the punch was this powerful?"

"This level of power should be equivalent to a Human Level Martial Art, right?"

"No, this is a secret manual. This is a different kind of long fist. Just now, I heard eleven explosive sounds. The limit of the long fist was only seven times. This is already a little scary!"

After everyone had reacted, they began to discuss among themselves, trying to guess what was going on.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Gao Xiaotian walked to the fatty's seat proudly. His eyes fell on the person in front.

He only saw the other party raise his chin arrogantly and waved his hand disdainfully: "You don't accept it? You can compete with me! "

Although the fatty had lost and the other party had seen it with his own eyes, he did not believe that Longfist was truly that strong. He did not believe that a bird would want to give it a try.

"Then please take a look this way …"

However, just as Gao Xiaotian finished his sentence, a gale blew past and a black shadow flashed past like cold lightning. It crashed into the body of the person and descended three meters into the air.

"Bam!"

That person crashed onto the ground. Following that, a tall man also slowly fell onto the ground.

"If you want to fight with him, why don't you play with me? My name is Wu Renjie and I'm in the 30th position. If you win, you can obtain my position. If you lose, it's very simple."

I want to beat you to death! "

Wu Renjie's gaze landed on the back of the crowd as he finished his sentence. He exchanged a glance with Li Long.

Just now, someone had used their connections to find him and teach this savage outsider a lesson. As long as they beat him down, they would pay him three thousand Essence Stone.

Although he did not need Essence Stone s yet, he could at least exchange them for many resources.

Furthermore, the other party was the head of a small gang. He must have some background.

It could be said that he had made a friend. After all, he was here to register his power.

"Beat me to death? If it's so cruel, then forget it. I like to challenge my limits gradually! "

Gao Xiaotian shook his head because he saw the boss was sitting in the front row and seemed to be chatting with the person in first place.

"Hehe, with just this little courage, you still want to register your faction, the cannon fodder faction?"

Wu Renjie laughed disdainfully. It seemed like he would not be able to earn these three thousand Essence Stone.

Feeling helpless, he turned his head and prepared to leave.

Gao Xiaotian thought for a while. Since the boss had already made up his mind, he must have a way to get to the front row.

Coincidentally, the pleasure of his cultivation suddenly soaring had yet to dissipate, causing him to feel itchy in his heart. He was just worrying that he wouldn't be able to find an opponent to fight.0

"Um, what are you talking about? Come on, let's have a fight. However, if I win, I don't need your position. I want to beat you to death for the same conditions!"

Gao Xiaotian shook his fist and said in a deep voice.

Wu Renjie nodded without the slightest hesitation and said, "Rest assured, you won't have that chance."

After saying this, the other party's body rushed out. His large hand formed a claw, sweeping up a sharp glint in the air.

Gao Xiaotian instantly felt his breathing quicken. The wind pierced into his face, making him instinctively take a few steps back.

However, the moment he had retreated, the enemy had found an opening and had instantly surrounded him with a dense amount of sharp light.

"Crack!"

Gao Xiaotian's clothes were torn to shreds, three bloody wounds were left on his chest, and a burning pain came from it.

If he hadn't dodged it in time, this attack would have caused his injuries.

"Eagle Claw Art!"

Gao Xiaotian exclaimed in a low voice. It was said that the basic martial arts of the inner sect scouts from ancient times had great power when used by the opponent.

Last night, the boss had only briefly told him about some of the essence of the Eagle Claw Skill, and he only remembered half of it.

"Me too!"

Gao Xiaotian's heart skipped a beat and he felt an inexplicable surge of excitement. Even if it was the same martial art technique, for a person as tricky as boss, he would definitely not be like the others with the same martial art technique.

In his mind, he recalled the move that the boss taught him. Gao Xiaotian did not retreat but attacked instead, his fists became claws and the Profound Qi entered his joints.

A sharp glint appeared at the tip of his fingers.

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