At the beginning of divorce, help the younger brother demon

Chapter 230 The Way of Hundred Schools of Fist
It really doesn't give people a way to live.

Chen Feng couldn't laugh or cry, he just felt like his arms were tightly bound by steel bars.

The figure was uncontrollably pulled into his arms by Amon, and then Amon let out a smirk, and the two arms, which were as thick as the thighs of adult men, ruthlessly hugged each other, and once again launched a hug of love!

Everyone took a breath of air when they saw this scene, and some even had their eyelids twitching non-stop!

Even just watching, the oppressive feeling from Amon's body made them feel as if they were about to suffocate!
"Sister Han, Amon seems to be powerful again?" Zhang Xizheng was amazed.

Sister Han glanced at her phone, and nodded after waiting for the news she was waiting for:
"He learns a lot, and I don't bother to care about it."

Zhang Xizheng laughed dryly, and the eyes he looked at Amon became extremely hot.

If he had a subordinate like Amon, would he still have to worry about others playing dirty tricks?

Lao Song stared at Chen Feng, who was only held in Amon's arms, in disbelief. He even heard the sound of a fracture.

Amon, on the other hand, looked smug, enjoying the thrill of defeating his opponent.

But the next moment, his face turned pale!
"Open it to me!"

Chen Feng, who was held in his arms, suddenly yelled, and his fist landed fiercely on Amon's stomach with an invisible range.

If there were any Wing Chun masters at this moment, they would be able to see clearly that Chen Feng's boxing routines are clearly the style of Wing Chun boxing!

The fists hit the same part of Amon's body continuously and quickly like raindrops. Even if Amon is really made of iron, it is estimated that a groove can be punched!
Sure enough, Amon couldn't bear the pain, so he relaxed the strength in his hands. Chen Feng slid out of his arms like a spirit snake, and after taking a few steps back, he hooked his hand again at Amon:
"Come again!"

Amon rubbed his stomach, and simply tore off his shirt, revealing his terrifyingly shapely muscles.

It's just that Zhang Xizheng and the others did gasp, because there was a fist-sized bruise on Amon's perfect abdominal muscles at this moment!

"Which way?" Amon rubbed his stomach again, and a pair of bull's eyes stared at Chen Feng:

"I have fought with Wing Chun people, their fists are not as hard as yours!"

"I promised to tell you!" Chen Feng said with a smile, and hooked his hands again.

Amon nodded, and no longer put on the Mongolian wrestling posture, but stood up straight and clenched his fists.

At the same time, his shoulders were wretched, his legs were slightly bent, and his eyes were fixed on Chen Feng.

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, and his tone became excited: "Muay Thai?"

"Sight!" Amon grinned, and once again showed a smile that was enough to scare a crying child.

Then the whole person rushed towards Chen Feng. If the last charge gave people a clumsy feeling, then this time, he seemed to be transformed into a black panther ready to go, dexterous yet deadly!
A fist the size of a human head slammed towards Chen Feng fiercely, but Chen Feng didn't dare to let Amon touch him, after all, he was not made of brass and steel.

Maybe he also had some comparison thoughts in his heart. He spread his left foot and right foot, and reached forward with his left hand to lightly pat Amon's fist. But it seems to have completed a cycle with a very graceful movement opened by an outsider.

The right hand stretched out, and the fist seemed to land lightly on Amon's defenseless back!
The seemingly light fist was under the eyes of everyone, and a bruise appeared on Amon's back. Amon rushed forward a few steps in embarrassment, and when he turned his head again, the expression on his face turned into astonishment :
"You can also do Tai Chi?"

"Slightly understand." Chen Feng nodded with a smile, bowed his body slightly, and spread his hands in front of him.

The old man's boxing book, in his words, collects the masters of a hundred schools, so the boxing styles of each family can basically find their shadows in it.

Of course, it only accounts for a little bit of the essence of each school's boxing skills.

"Interesting." Amon gave Chen Feng a thumbs up, jumped a few times, and stared at Chen Feng eagerly: "Let's do it again!"

"Yes." Chen Feng hooked his hands. Although his face still had that smiling expression on his face, the long-lost blood in his body was already boiling!

Amon should be the first opponent he has encountered since leaving his grandfather, and he is evenly matched!
The distance between the two gradually approached, but the faces of the others became weird.

After all, Chen Feng is the first person who has fought Amon for so long and still has no results!

The sixteen strong men whispered for a while, and each of them secretly rejoiced!
Fortunately, he didn't fucking do anything just now, otherwise, it's really not sure who killed who!
After the distance between the two of them got close to a certain level, Amon's fist came out fiercely. The speed of the fist was very fast. If it wasn't for Chen Feng's good eyesight, he might not be able to see the trajectory of the opponent's punch at all.

He tilted his head to avoid the punch, and when he was about to fight back, Sister Han's voice sounded in a panic:
"Amon! Hurry up and stop!!"

(End of this chapter)