Great Power Army Reclamation

Ye Feng did not move at all. The three servants shook their bodies for a few times, but they did not move in the end. However, their expressions were a little strange, and they gnashed their teeth.

Although the three servants also practiced martial arts for many years, they focused on the flexibility and agility of the body, and naturally they were not good at training strength.

Although there is also a faction in the three major branches that focuses on strength, it is just a focus.

For example, the elder who committed suicide just now, in fact, strength is not the main training subject, but strength is more valued in Kalaripayat.

Who is Ye Feng? Ye Yuze's most proud disciple, and he has practiced some internal strength, and the pile training of Bajimen is originally to practice strength.

He started pile driving at a young age, and it has been twenty years now. His leg strength is so strong that Yang Geyong can't resist it.

So when the two legs collided, the three servants were struck by lightning, and the leg was so sore that they almost lost consciousness.

Fortunately, he usually pretended to be very good, so he barely coped with it, and his feet landed on the ground, but his whole body was shaking.

Fortunately, Ye Feng did not pursue the victory, because he also likes to show off, otherwise the three servants would have to confess.

Seeing Ye Yuze shaking his head, Yang Geyong teased:

"Who did this kid learn from? Isn't it over if he is beaten down?"

Ye Yuze shook his head helplessly: "This is the consequence of growing up in the United States. His gentlemanly manners actually come from Europe."

For these things, Ye Yuze will naturally not intervene. The children are grown up and they naturally have their own way of doing things. There is no need to force them.

If Ye Mao came to power, he would definitely not give the three servants a chance to breathe. It's a pity that he is not good at learning and has a bit of impetuous temper.

Ye Yuze estimated that Ye Mao would not be able to reach Ye Feng's level in this life, mainly because he was protected too tightly by his wife.

During the period from childhood to adolescence, he delayed practicing martial arts. Although he made up for it for a while and Ye Mao was beaten for it, time was still delayed.

Ye Feng's eyes were like torches, and the stands began to make noise. The Indian audience only saw that Ye Feng could fight the three divine servants on equal terms, which surprised them.

But they didn't know that their three divine servants had suffered a great loss.

Faith is a very magical thing. Once you believe in it, it is difficult to change.

In history, India is also one of the four ancient civilizations. It's just that they are bound by religion, and religion, in many cases, is used by rulers to fool the people.

The three divine servants stood for a while and finally recovered. He hesitated a little and didn't know how to fight?

Strength is definitely not enough. He understood why the eleven divine servants wanted to commit suicide just now.

In terms of strength, which is what he is best at, he can't beat an opponent who looks so thin. That kind of despair is really unbearable.

Kalaripayat gritted his teeth. It seems that he can only play to his strengths and use speed to beat him.

In the center of the ring, the two eyes looked at each other, and the audience held their breath and concentrated, and the air seemed to condense.

Ye Feng, with a pine-like figure, steady steps, slightly clenched fists, and eyes like lightning. He stared at the opposite side.

His opponent, the third servant of God, a master of Kalaripayat, was slender, with smooth muscle lines, and his eyes were also deep and calm.

Ye Feng took the lead in launching an attack, and his feet suddenly stepped on the floor of the ring, and the floor of the ring seemed to tremble. He pounced on the third servant of God like a tiger descending from the mountain, and his fists hit the opponent's chest like a hammer.

The third servant of God was not in a hurry, his body was as light as catkins, and he dodged Ye Feng's fierce attack with a sidestep. His steps were like dancing, light and agile, and he instantly opened up the distance.

Ye Feng missed the first attack, and immediately adjusted his posture. The "Tie Shan Kao" of Bajiquan was suddenly used, and his shoulders and elbows were like iron, directly pressing the side ribs of the third servant of God.

The third servant of God seemed to have expected it long ago, twisting his body like a snake, and his hands were like whips, quickly whipping Ye Feng's arms. The limbs of the two people intertwined in the air, making a dull collision sound.

The three servants took advantage of the situation to retreat, and suddenly turned around, swinging their right legs like a whip, aiming directly at Ye Feng's head.

Ye Feng reacted very quickly, ducked his head to avoid it, and then hit the three servants in the abdomen with a "collapse fist".

The three servants retracted their abdomens, bent their bodies like a bow, and grabbed Ye Feng's knees with both hands, trying to pull Ye Feng down with force.

Ye Feng snorted coldly, rooted his feet, and used the "thousand-pound weight" of Bajiquan, making his body as solid as a rock.

Then he suddenly exerted force to break free from the restraints of the three servants, and then hit his opponent's chest with a "top elbow".

The three servants were forced back several steps by this blow, although their faces were still calm, as if they were not affected too much. But who is uncomfortable only knows.

The duel between the two entered a white-hot stage. Ye Feng's offensive was like a storm, and his fists and feet were full of explosive power, and each blow was full of the momentum of crushing withering and rotten.

The three servants of God swayed like snakes, their movements smooth and strange, sometimes using softness to overcome hardness, sometimes using speed to beat slowness, trying to find Ye Feng's flaws.

Suddenly, the three servants of God made a fake move to confuse Ye Feng's eyes, and then squatted down suddenly, hugging Ye Feng's legs with both hands.

Ye Feng was unable to react, his legs were caught, and his body was about to fall backwards.

The three servants of God took the opportunity to sweep his legs backwards, trying to kick Ye Feng's forehead.

However, Ye Feng took advantage of this moment of imbalance and suddenly "turned over and chopped", his body spinning like a whirlwind, and his right leg chopped at the shoulders of the three servants like an axe.

The three servants of God were hit by this blow, and their bodies sank slightly, but they did not fall down. Instead, they took advantage of the momentum to flip backwards and pull away.

Both of them were breathing rapidly, and sweat dripped down their foreheads, but their eyes were still sharp and their fighting spirit was not reduced.

On the ring, the fierceness of Bajiquan and the dexterity of Kalaripayat intertwined, as if it was a duel of strength and wisdom. The audience held their breath and waited for the final result.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and looked like a torch. The three servants bowed slightly, swung their hands like snakes, and there was a hint of coldness in their eyes.

The audience was dumbfounded. What kind of monster is this Ye Feng? At this time, they also saw that not only was his strength not inferior to the three servants, but his speed was also not inferior.

Although it seems that the two are evenly matched, that is the three servants, who are the third best in the country!

But who is Ye Feng? It is said that he is a rich man in the United States. Shouldn't rich people be fat and bloated?

The American and Chinese audiences became more excited. The American audience was because Ye Feng was theirs.

The Chinese audience thought that Ye Feng belonged to them. There was no way. His appearance and kung fu were there. What can a nationality represent?

On the ring, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron. The duel between Ye Feng and the three servants of God had entered the final stage.

Both of them were close to their limits in physical strength, but their fighting spirit was getting stronger.

Ye Feng's breathing was a little heavy. But his physical strength was not consumed much, and his fighting spirit was strong at this time, like a dragon that was choosing its prey.

The three servants of God trembled slightly, and their hands kept swinging, trying to resist the pain all over their bodies. Although his eyes were still cold, he was almost at the end of his strength.

Ye Feng knew that it was time to beat the dog when it fell. He suddenly shouted in a low voice and pounced on him once.

His body was like an arrow from a string, rushing straight to the three servants of God, and his fists hit the opponent's chest like a hammer.

The three servants of God quickly turned sideways, trying to avoid the attack, but Ye Feng's offensive suddenly changed, his right fist was faked, and his left fist suddenly hit the abdomen of the three servants of God with a "collapse punch".

The three servants of God retracted their abdomens, bent their bodies like a bow, and grabbed Ye Feng's wrists with both hands, trying to use the force to counterattack.

However, Ye Feng had expected this. He exerted force suddenly, broke free from the restraints of the three servants of God, and then hit the opponent's chest with a "top elbow".

The three servants of God were forced to retreat several steps by this blow, their faces changed slightly, and their breathing became more rapid.

Ye Feng seized the opportunity, stepped suddenly, and his body spun like a whirlwind, and his right palm knife slashed at the shoulders of the three servants of God.

The three servants of God barely raised their arms to block, but the power of this blow was far beyond his expectations. His body sank slightly, and his feet staggered, almost losing balance.

Ye Feng was merciless, and then another "mountain leaning", his shoulders and elbows slammed into the chest of the three servants like a mountain.

The three servants of God were shocked by this collision and retreated again and again, and their steps were already messy. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

He tried to adjust his posture and distance himself again, but Ye Feng was already following him closely.

Ye Feng's attack was like a storm, and his punches and kicks were full of explosive power. Each of his blows was full of overwhelming momentum, forcing the three servants to retreat step by step.

The three servants' flexible body movements gradually lost their advantage under Ye Feng's fierce attack. His movements began to slow down, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

No mistakes, one by one, one by one, one by one!

Finally, Ye Feng caught a flaw. The three servants slipped slightly during a dodge and lost their balance.

Ye Feng's eyes flashed, and he suddenly "turned over and chopped", his body spinning like a whirlwind, and his right leg was like a hammer, hitting the three servants' shoulders and neck.

This blow hit the target, and the three servants were chopped to kneel on one knee, supporting themselves with their hands, and they were unable to get up for a while.

Ye Feng did not give him any chance to breathe, and then a "collapse punch" hit the chest of the three servants.

The three servants were hit back by this blow and fell heavily on the ring. His breathing was rapid, his chest rose and fell violently, and he tried to struggle to stand up, but his body was no longer under his control.

Ye Feng stood in the center of the ring, slowly lowered his fists, and his breathing was heavy but steady. His eyes were still sharp, like a victorious tiger, looking down at the fallen opponent.

The three servants were finally unable to fight again, and slowly raised their hands to indicate that they had surrendered.

Under the ring, the audience in the stands of China and the United States burst into thunderous applause and cheers. The Indian audience lowered their heads with complicated expressions.

Ye Feng nodded slightly and extended his hand to the three servants.

The three servants smiled bitterly, held Ye Feng's hand, and stood up with the help of Ye Feng. The two looked at each other, and there was more respect in each other's eyes.

In this duel, Ye Feng defeated Kalaripayat's dexterity and tenacity with the ferocity and wisdom of Bajiquan.

The winner of the ring has been decided, but the contest between the two masters is enough to leave a good story in the world of martial arts.

After this fight, Ye Feng asked for a rest. Ye Mao, who had been feeling uncomfortable but had no chance to play, took the opportunity to rush onto the ring.

At this time, the duel between Tiechui and the Tenth Divine Servant also reached a fever pitch.

The Tenth Divine Servant saw the gap between himself and Tiechui at this time and adjusted his tactics.

Tiechui, a master of both boxing and Tan Leg, has a burly figure, muscles like iron, clenched fists, and a sharp gaze.

His opponent, the Tenth Divine Servant, has a slender figure, and his eyes are as cold as a snake, emitting a cold light.

As soon as the gong sounded, Tiechui's fist rushed straight to the Tenth Divine Servant like thunder, with the sound of wind, and hit the opponent's chest like an iron hammer.

The tenth divine servant was not in a hurry. His body was as light as willow catkins. He dodged the hammer's attack with a sidestep. His body was as light and agile as a willow leaf, as if being blown away by the hammer's fist wind.

After Tiechui missed the first blow, he immediately adjusted his posture, and his straight punches, hooks, and swings hit the tenth servant of God like raindrops.

However, the tenth servant of God seemed to have expected it, twisting his body like a snake, and his hands like whips, quickly whipping Tiechui's arms.

The limbs of the two crossed in the air, making a dull collision sound.

The tenth servant of God took advantage of the situation to retreat, and suddenly turned around, swinging his right leg like a whip, directly hitting Tiechui's head.

Tiechui reacted very quickly, ducked his head to avoid it, and then a "sweeping kick" of Tan Leg hit the lower body of the tenth servant of God.

The tenth servant of God retracted his abdomen, bent his body like a bow, and grabbed Tiechui's ankles with both hands, trying to pull Tiechui down with force.

Tiechui snorted coldly, took root under his feet, and used Tan Leg's "thousand-pound weight" to make his body as stable as a rock.

He suddenly exerted force to break free from the restraints of the tenth servant of God, and then a "whirlwind kick" hit the opponent's chest directly.

The tenth divine servant was forced back several steps by this attack, but his face remained calm, as if he was not affected too much. But whoever is uncomfortable knows.

Tiechui's power is greater than Ye Feng's.

The duel between the two entered a white-hot stage. Tiechui's offensive was like a storm, his fists and feet were full of explosive power, and every blow was full of overwhelming momentum.

The tenth divine servant moved like a spirit snake, his movements were smooth and weird, sometimes using softness to overcome hardness, sometimes using speed to beat slowness, trying to find Tiechui's flaws.

Suddenly, the tenth divine servant made a fake move to induce Tiechui to attack, and then squatted down suddenly, grabbing Tiechui's knees with both hands like eagle claws.

Tiechui is not Ye Feng, this move is like an ant trying to shake a tree for him, so he didn't move at all, letting him pull.

The tenth divine servant saw that his move was useless, so he could only roll over and rush through Tiechui's legs, and he didn't forget to do a monkey stealing peaches.

Tietui's Qigong skills were not practiced in vain. Even if this guy committed a foul, he ignored him and let his hand hit the vitals.

The Tenth Divine Servant was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he could turn defeat into victory at the last moment. However, he was horrified when his hand touched the target.

Is this guy's thing made of stone? How can it be so hard?

Tiechui smiled slightly, raised his leg and kicked him. At this moment, the Tenth Divine Servant was still able to keep his body light and fly into the air.

The audience held their breath and waited for the final result. Although many people were cursing the Tenth Divine Servant, the battle was not over, and the referee was also pretending to be blind.

Standing up again, Tiechui smiled contemptuously, and the Tenth Divine Servant blushed and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Although the battle was not over, the outcome was already doomed... (End of this chapter)