Good Luck And Double Cultivation

Chapter 421 The Strongest Martial Artist

"Even if your place is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, as long as I promise you, I will come. Besides, your place is not a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. I can come when I want to and leave when I want to."

Zhou Lang looked at He Feihong and said.

When he spoke, he only showed a little aura, making people mistakenly think that he was just a master-level practitioner. Now he can control his aura at will.

"I like courageous people, but sometimes there is no difference between courageous people and arrogance. You belong to this kind of person." He Feihong sneered.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? He Feihong, arrange for someone to fight against me." Zhou Lang looked at Li Wenting, an old man in Tang suit next to He Feihong, and said: "My opponent should be you. He Feihong can hire a master like you. , it was beyond my expectation."

Li Wenting is a famous master of Bajiquan. His cultivation is at the level of martial arts master. He is indeed a master, but in front of him, he is not good enough. However, as long as he is not a Perfect Being practitioner, Li Wenting is basically a master in the secular world. It is an invincible existence.

"Young man, you are not bad. You are already in the realm of a famous master at a young age, but you are not worthy of fighting me. Your opponent is my disciple 'Iron Tiger', but you are a master in the early stage of cultivation, and he is a peak master. , you have no chance of winning, why don't you just admit defeat, I think as long as you do what you promised to Mr. He, he won't do anything to you."

Li Wenting pointed to the man in his early thirties who looked like an iron tower and said to Zhou Lang.

He is a master of martial arts, and his cultivation has returned to his original nature. Apart from being a little more energetic, he is not much different from an ordinary old man. However, Zhou Lang saw that his cultivation was the highest. He was a little surprised. He had no idea what he was seeing. He mistakenly realized that Zhou Lang was a being much more powerful than him, but he thought that Zhou Lang was just an early stage martial arts master.

"He Feihong, are you sure that 'Iron Tiger' will fight me? Can he decide you? Don't admit defeat even if you lose!"

Zhou Lang glanced at Tie Hudao. Tie Hu's cultivation was enough to sweep the underground boxing world, but compared with him, he was far behind him.

"That's right, as Mr. Li Wenting said, it's still too late for you to quit and admit defeat. As long as you leave Deng Qi and no longer appear in Hong Kong, I can give you a sum of money so that you can have food and clothing for the rest of your life. You can absolutely Use this money to pick up other women and enjoy your life."

He Feihong said that he believed in Li Wenting's vision. Since Li Wenting said that Zhou Lang was not Tiehu's opponent, he was completely relieved.

"Now that I'm here, why would I admit defeat? I also hope that if the master I invited loses to me, I will stop harassing Deng Qi. We are all men, and we have to speak with spit and nail. Of course, if you don't keep your word, I can also find a solution. When dealing with you, I will still say the same thing, I will make you turn from a rich man to a pauper, and then I will see if you still have any sense of superiority."

Zhou Lang said.

"How arrogant."

He Feihong's face showed an angry look and said: "Let's start." Then he pointed to the iron cage boxing ring in the center of the basement and said: "This is the place where you and Tie Hu will duel. The rules between you are There are no rules until one party admits defeat or loses combat effectiveness, or even is killed."

"Come on Zhou Lang, I will make you regret fighting me!"

Tie Hu, who had been standing behind He Feihong and Li Wenting, strode out, walked into the iron cage, and shouted at Zhou Lang.

"Defeat you within three strokes."

Zhou Lang walked into the iron cage calmly and looked at Tie Hudao.

"There is no one in the world who can defeat me with three moves. Even in front of my master, I can still take ten moves." Tiehu said angrily: "Originally, I just wanted to defeat you, but you underestimate me too much. I'll crush your bones later."

"Close the cage."

Seeing that Zhou Lang had aroused Tie Hu's anger, He Feihong was secretly happy and immediately asked one of his bodyguards to close the door of the iron cage.

"The duel begins!"

Immediately, He Feihong gave a loud shout.

With He Feihong shouting, Tiehu approached Zhou Lang like a mountain. His master said that Zhou Lang was a master in the early stage of cultivation. He felt that his strength was above Zhou Lang, so of course he had to adopt an oppressive approach. In terms of fighting style, he was originally a master of positional combat, and he liked to defeat his opponents with punches at close range.

Zhou Lang, however, stood still. He waited until Tie Hu was close to him, then struck out with a light palm.

This palm was an ordinary move in the martial arts Chang Fist contained in the "Xiang Xiu Book". It looked light and weak, but Tie Hu's expression suddenly changed.

He had underestimated the enemy before, thinking that Zhou Lang's palm was just a tentative feint, but when the palm came close to him, he suddenly felt the sound of wind and thunder.

Those who can produce the sound of wind and thunder with one palm must at least have the cultivation of a martial arts master.

"Tiehu, quickly admit defeat, you are no match for Zhou Lang."

Li Wenting, who was outside the iron cage, also saw this and immediately shouted. He felt that he had made a mistake. Although Tie Hu was already at the pinnacle of martial arts and was only one step away from being a martial arts master, there was no such thing as a hurdle. Stepping forward, the strength will be different.

But Tiehu had no room to think, because Zhou Lang's palm had already reached his chest. He was not a master of speed. At this time, it was impossible to dodge Zhou Lang's palm, so he had to borrow it. , punched out.

The fists and palms met without making much noise, but the ground in the iron cage cracked, and Tie Hu's fist was slapped back by Zhou Lang, hitting his chest, and his whole body flew away He went out and hit the iron cage.

Under normal circumstances, Tie Hu would definitely be beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Zhou Lang's palm, but Zhou Lang used clever force. Tie Hu hit the iron cage and fell to the ground, but was not seriously injured.

However, this scene shocked everyone present. He Feihong couldn't believe his eyes. Tie Hu was the king of black boxing in the underground boxing world, but he was knocked away by Zhou Lang's punch? Moreover, Li Wenting suddenly asked Tiehu to admit defeat, which made him realize how powerful Zhou Lang was.

However, Tiehu quickly stood up.

"Tiehu, kill him!"

He Feihong screamed hysterically. He didn't know that it was Zhou Lang who held back his hand just now. He thought it was Tie Hu who had strong resistance, because in the black boxing competition, Tie Hu showed very strong resistance. , sometimes even the opponent's heavy blows can't do any damage to Tiehu.

Tiehu has been famous for many years. Every time he fights against someone, it is a grand event in the underground boxing circle, with many spectators and boxing bettors participating. Since becoming famous, he has never lost in the boxing ring. He has become accustomed to winning. , this time he played against Zhou Lang. Although there was no audience, he felt that he could not lose. And he was knocked away by Zhou Lang just now, which was even more shameful and humiliating for him. Under He Feihong's instigation, his mind became hot, Ignoring his master Li Wenting's words, he pounced on Zhou Lang again.

"You are no match for me, just admit defeat."

Zhou Lang said calmly, if Tie Hu is a smart man, he should listen to Li Wenting and admit defeat, but now Tie Hu is still coming with a strong momentum. He knows that it is difficult for Tie Hu to control his emotions. It is difficult for such a person to become a martial artist. Learn from the master.

"Admit defeat? I have never lost. Although your attack power is very strong, it can't do much harm to me. It's you who should admit defeat. Now you have a taste of my iron fist."

Tiehu roared loudly, and hit Zhou Lang with fists like raindrops.

Tie Hu is worthy of being an iron tiger. He is tall and towering, and he is as powerful as a tiger. Such a physique can indeed give people a feeling of oppression, and his boxing skills are quite superb, and every punch feels explosive. .

"Why!"

Li Wenting was outside the iron cage and sighed when he saw Tie Hu not listening to him and admitting defeat.

Because he knew that Tie Hu was no match for Zhou Lang and would definitely lose. Zhou Lang had already held back just now, but Tie Hu didn't know how to advance or retreat. If he angered Zhou Lang, Tie Hu would probably be destroyed by Zhou Lang. The rules of a black boxing match are that it cannot end until one party admits defeat or completely loses fighting power, and no one from the outside can enter the iron cage. As a martial arts master, he cannot break these rules.

Iron Tiger's rain-like fists failed to hit Zhou Lang at all, because Zhou Lang only threw one kick and defeated all his moves.

Tiehu was knocked away again. This time, he was knocked unconscious directly on the iron cage and did not stand up again.

When He Feihong saw this scene, he took a breath of air. He did not expect that a black boxing king like Tie Hu would be killed by Zhou Lang in an instant. Speaking of which, Zhou Lang also had the strength of a martial arts master.

He began to pay attention to Zhou Lang. Modern martial arts was in decline and martial arts masters were extremely rare. Zhou Lang was a martial arts master in his twenties. He felt that Zhou Lang was a real martial arts wizard. Such a person could kill one person with one move. very scary.

"He Feihong, if Tiehu loses, you lose. Remember the promise between you and me." Zhou Lang said: "Open the iron cage, I'm leaving."

"Tiehu is just warming up for you. Your real opponent is Li Wenting, Mr. Li. He is a true martial arts master and the most powerful Martial Artist in China."

He Feihong laughed.

"He Feihong, don't you think you are shameless?" Zhou Lang said.

"Zhou Lang, it seems that you know that you are no match for Mr. Li. As long as you admit defeat, I will immediately open the iron cage and let you go." He Feihong said.

"What other masters did you invite, let's go with this old man." Zhou Lang said disdainfully, he knew that He Feihong was provoking him with aggressive tactics and asked him to fight Li Wenting, but he took the initiative to jump into the pit because In his eyes, Li Wenting, who is known as the strongest Martial Artist, is nothing more than this.

"Young man, you have become a master of martial arts at such a young age. This old man has taken his eyes off you. You do have the capital of arrogance, but you are still a bit short in front of this old man. Twenty years later, you may be able to defeat Me, but now, you are no match for me.”

Li Wenting slowly walked towards the iron cage.

"Old man, do you really want to fight me? He Feihong is a dishonest person, and you are still willing to help such a person?" Zhou Lang looked at Li Wenting and said calmly.

"Little apprentice Tiehu's cultivation level is not high. He is indeed not worthy to be your opponent. If you defeat me, I can guarantee that the agreement between Mr. He and you will be fulfilled."

Li Wenting said, if other people called him an old man, he would have been furious long ago, but now, he has not lost his temper. In his eyes, the level of strength can determine the level of status. If Zhou Lang has the strength to fight him, then Even his peers.

"Old man, He Feihong is a treacherous person, I'm afraid he won't give you this face." Zhou Lang sneered, he and He Feihong only met twice, but he knew that He Feihong was definitely not a trustworthy person.