Hong Kong comprehensive begins, seek the law from the heavens

Chapter 60 Wu Quan
boom!
Lin Mosheng's elbow was like an axe, and he fought Gan Zitai's leg ax again. This move was powerful and heavy, and directly hit Gan Zitai again so that he lost his balance.

Before he could figure out how Lin Mosheng saw through the falsehood of his Brazilian war dance, Lin Mosheng surged up like a violent storm.

The dense fists are like sharp blades rolled up in rage, every move, every style, carries a deadly threat.

Under the crisis of life and death, the prince's mind fell into a state of emptiness.

Without hesitation, he ignited another drop of blood essence to replenish his energy.

Aikido, Taekwondo, Karate, Muay Thai, Xingyi, Tongbeiquan...

As a martial arts prodigy, after leaving the sect and joining the club, Hong Xing also hoped to train the prince to become his number one thug.

So as long as the prince wants to learn the martial arts, Hong Xing will try his best to get the true instruction.

And the prince lived up to expectations, no matter how difficult the move is, he will master it once he learns it, and he is only 19 years old. remote.

But now, when he really faced Lin Mosheng.

He has only one feeling.

What you learn is useless!

Whether it's Aikido, whether it's Tongbeiquan, no matter how I change my moves, Lin Mosheng will hit back with absolute strength and speed.

It was like a moat in front of me, and I couldn't cross it in my life.

Under the dim moonlight, the surroundings were dark. Even if the Fuxing Building brought some light, it was still not enough to illuminate everything.

But even in such a harsh spectating environment, everyone couldn't bear to blink.

Even after Lin Mosheng counterattacked, they even stopped applauding.

Because they are not sure whether what they see in their eyes is true or false.

How can a person have twelve arms? !
In their eyes, it wasn't that Gan Zitai's martial arts attainments were not exquisite, but that he was facing a monster!

The terrifying fists and feet swayed out afterimages, forming a real storm, all-encompassing, like a lotus seat, blooming at Lin Mosheng's feet.

On his back, the grand and ancient totem seemed to come alive.

The Buddha lowered his eyes, and the tiger came to his claws.

No matter how hard it is to distinguish the authenticity of the Brazilian war dance, no matter how many martial arts Gan Zitai knows, he still has no chance of winning in the hands of a monster.

"Is this fake?"

The crow rubbed his eyes, the surrounding light was too dark, even with his eyesight, he couldn't tell whether what he saw was the afterimage of a fist, or a person with twelve arms.

What made it even more difficult for him to accept was that he had watched Lin Mosheng punch and punch for more than a month.

Every time he entered the ring, Lin Mosheng's strength improved by leaps and bounds.

No.

It can no longer be described as coming in by leaps and bounds.

It's almost like living in a dream.

Only in the dream can there be such a martial arts genius and such dreamlike boxing skills.

Chen Haonan sighed and said, "Muay Thai is called eight-arm boxing. It seems that Sir Lin has escaped from the cage."

No matter how emotional the people off the field were, Gan Zitai, who was playing against Lin Mosheng, seemed to be back in his childhood.

Go fishing with my father, driving a small boat, lost in the storm.

He no longer knew how many times he was hit, or even how to punch him.

Muscles, bones and muscles were howling under Lin Mosheng's fist, pain flooded in like a tide, and even his body began to become numb.

Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and wounded places were constantly gushing out viscous blood, and inside the heart orifice, that drop of burning blood was also burned out like an embers.

His empty mind was gradually covered with dust, and he could not see the way forward.

Suddenly, Lin Mosheng, who was like a storm in front of him, stopped punching, his eyes were like lightning, piercing the darkness, "What kind of punch did you learn?"

This question, like a thunderclap, reverberates around, repeating endlessly.

Lin Mosheng silently used the six-character mantra, directly targeting Gan Zitai's mind, as if putting him in a big bell and knocking hard.

Yes, what boxing did I learn?

Aikido?
Muay Thai?

Brazilian war dance?

······
No, neither!
In Gan Zitai's confused mind, a flash of lightning flashed, and between life and death, he felt that he was about to catch that flash of lightning!
A drop of effort was ignited again without hesitation, and Gan Zitai opened his hands like oars, as if he was learning boxing for the first time and facing the sea for the first time.

"Come again!"

Gan Zitai roared angrily, but not to Lin Mosheng, but to himself.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't even know what punch he had learned.

interesting!
Lin Mosheng's eyes were as bright as torches.

The reason why he put in so much effort to fight Gan Zitai was because he wanted to see the miraculous Yima through Gan Zitai's changes.

The two qi machines were intertwined, and with the help of the [Xunfeng Body], Lin Mosheng felt exactly the changes in Gan Zitai's body.

He is now like a seed after the cold winter, either live or die.

According to Ah Hong's description to herself, only by crossing the great fear between life and death can she catch Yima in an instant.

This is an effect that can't be achieved by normal sparring.

Of course, Lin Mosheng was also reluctant to use his girlfriend to enlighten the Tao.

Other people's juniors, it's easier to use it, and it doesn't feel bad if you kill it.

Of course, this is just a joke, and only a true martial idiot and martial arts genius like Gan Zitai can help him see the scenery of martial arts to a higher level.

Thinking about it this way, I really have the potential to be a villain.

Lin Mosheng complained in his heart.

Lin Mosheng put on a punch again, but this time, he won't hold back his hand.

Either Gan Zitai made a breakthrough and took him to see the marvelous realm of martial arts of the mind-catch ape and Nayima.

Either Gan Zitai died, and he himself lost a wonderful opportunity.

It's up to you, Prince Hong Xing.

The storm-like fists swung down again, faster and harder than before.

But Gan Zitai in front of him seemed to be a different person.

There are no bells and whistles before, just like learning the boat boxing, swinging your hands like big paddles, facing the invincible fist front, try to take advantage of the trend and protect the vital points, just like a fisherman carefully maneuvering a boat in the wind and waves .

It was also impossible for them to fight against the sea, but they survived the wind and waves again and again.

Lin Mosheng once again had the feeling of fighting Liu Zhanhua. Obviously, the current Gan Zitai had abandoned the hundred schools of boxing he had learned, and began to find himself, re-examining what boxing he was learning.

What boxing did you learn?

Lin Mosheng asked himself.

Eight poles?

Yoga?
Tiger cannon?

Or Tai Chi?
He grinned, these are other people's punches, the ones I want to learn.

When you go forward indomitably, you can break through thousands of troops.

When everyone is angry, the world is ruined.

When the punch is like a dragon, the name has been passed down through the ages.

In the eyes of everyone, Lin Mosheng's fist that bloomed like a lotus flower gradually closed and turned into a punch.

(End of this chapter)