Hong Kong Comprehensive Begins, Seeking Laws from the Heavens

boom!

Lin Mosheng's elbow was like an ax, and he fought Gan Zitai's leg ax again. This move was so powerful and heavy that he directly knocked Gan Zitai off balance again.

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

The dense fists are like sharp blades rolled up in a violent rage. Every move and every move carries a fatal threat.

In 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 make up for the remaining energy.

Aikido, Taekwondo, Karate, Muay Thai, Xingyiquan, 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 wanted to learn martial arts, Hong Xing would try his best to get the true version.

And the prince lives up to expectations. No matter how difficult the moves are, he can master them as soon as he learns them. Moreover, at the age of only 19, he has caught the mental ape and realized the meaning of the horse. It seems that he is only one step away from being a martial arts master.

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But now, it's time to really face Lin Mosheng.

He has only one feeling.

Everything you learn is useless!

Whether it's Aikido or Tongbei Quan, no matter how he changes his moves, Lin Mosheng will hit him back with absolute power and speed.

It's like a chasm in front of me that I can't cross in my lifetime.

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 viewing environment, everyone was reluctant to blink.

Even after Lin Mosheng counterattacked, they even stopped cheering.

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 skills weren't exquisite, but that he was facing a monster!

Those terrifying fists and kicks scattered afterimages, forming a real storm, covering everything from front to back, left and right, like a rosette, 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 raised its paws.

No matter how hard it is to tell whether the Brazilian war dance is real or fake, and no matter how many martial arts Gan Zitai knows, he still has no chance of winning against a monster.

"Is this fake?"

Crow rubbed his eyes. The surrounding light was too dim. Even with his eyesight, he couldn't tell whether he saw the afterimage of a fist or whether a person really had twelve arms.

What made it even more difficult for him to accept was that he had watched Lin Mosheng punch him 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 rapid progress.

It's almost like I'm living in a dream.

Only in dreams can such martial arts wizards and such dream-like boxing skills exist.

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 people in the audience lamented, Gan Zitai playing against Lin Mosheng felt like he was back when he was a child.

I went fishing with my father and lost my way in the storm while driving a small boat.

He no longer knew how many punches he had been hit, or even how to punch.

All the muscles, bones, and muscles were wailing under Lin Mosheng's fist, and the pain came like a flood, and even the body began to feel numb.

Thick blood continuously gushes out from the injured areas of the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and within the heart orifices, the burning drop of blood essence burns out like an afterglow.

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

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

This question was like a thunderous explosion, echoing around, repeated endlessly.

Lin Mosheng quietly used the six-character mantra, which directly touched Gan Zitai's mind, as if he were put into a big bell and struck hard.

Yes, what kind of boxing did I learn?

Aikido?

Muay Thai?

Brazilian war dance?

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No, neither!

In Gan Zitai's confused mind, a flash of lightning flashed. Between life and death, he felt like he was about to catch that flash of lightning!

A drop of hard work was rekindled without hesitation. Gan Zitai opened his hands like paddles, as if it was his first time learning boxing and his first time facing the sea.

"Come again!"

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

He didn't want to die because he didn't even know what kind of boxing he had learned.

interesting!

Lin Mosheng's eyes were as bright as torches.

The reason why he spent so much effort fighting Gan Zitai was because he wanted to see the magical Yi Ma through Gan Zitai's changes.

The two people's energy was intertwined, and with the help of [Xunfeng Body], Lin Mosheng could definitely feel the changes that had taken place in Gan Zitai.

He is now like a seed after the cold winter, either alive or dead.

According to A Hong's description to himself, only by overcoming the great fear between life and death can he catch Yima in an instant.

This is an effect that cannot be achieved by normal sparring.

Of course, Lin Mosheng was reluctant to use his girlfriend to gain enlightenment.

As someone else's junior brother, it's easier to use, and he doesn't feel bad if he's beaten to death.

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

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

Lin Mosheng complained to himself.

Lin Mosheng once again took a stance to punch, but this time, he would not hold back.

Either Gan Zitai breaks through and takes him to see the wonderful martial arts realm of the Heart-Capturing Ape and the Immortal Horse.

Either Gan Zi died and he lost an excellent opportunity.

It's up to you, Prince Hongxing.

The fist like a storm swung down again, faster and harder than before.

However, the Gan Zitai in front of him seemed to have changed.

Without the bells and whistles before, it’s like just starting to learn boat boxing. The hands are swinging like big paddles. Facing the invincible punch, they try their best to pass by and protect the vital points, just like a fisherman carefully maneuvering the boat in the wind and waves.

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

Lin Mosheng once again had the feeling of fighting against Liu Zhanhua. It was obvious that Gan Zitai had abandoned the Baijia boxing he had learned and began to find himself and re-examine the boxing he had learned.

So what kind of boxing did you learn?

Lin Mosheng asked himself.

Baji?

Yoga?

Tiger cannon?

Or is it Tai Chi that you are thinking about?

He grinned, "These are other people's punches, I want to learn them."

When you move forward bravely, you can defeat thousands of armies.

When a common man is angry, the world becomes pure.

When the punch comes out like a dragon, the name will be passed down through the ages.

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