Lord of Eternal Darkness

Just when Peter was feeling proud, Wanwen rushed forward sideways, waved his left hand three times, and three blue air waves rushed forward quickly.

Peter crossed his fists, and something that looked like armor vaguely appeared behind him, blocking all damage.

When everyone saw this photo, they exclaimed: "How can the vice president use the boxing champion's blue three flashes stunt?"

Biolandi said excitedly: "That's the vice president's small Wuxiang Kung Fu. His eyes have completely turned black, and he silently copied the move just now."

Everyone nodded, that's it. It seems that this battle cannot be won by the boxing champion so easily.

Peter was not angry and exclaimed: "It's great. You can review your own moves just by watching them once. Unfortunately, the power is a bit weak."

"Thank you for the compliment, please continue to accept!"

Wan Wen worked hard and struck while the iron was hot, and his figure suddenly turned into a ghost.

A black shadow appeared in front of him. He took a deep breath, bent down and gathered strength, and punched out hard. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Pete did not give in, but directly collided with his fists, and the two took three steps back from each other.

Wanwen looked at his fist with some confusion. The opponent had no energy at all, but the power that exploded was terrifying.

As Peter spoke, he slowly approached him, "I heard that your profession seems to be a warrior, not a fighter. Why did you give up your weapons?"

Wanwen locked eyes with him and twisted his wrist.

"Why did I give up my weapons? I have killed countless opponents. I turned to fists because of my inner sins. I hope to find spiritual solace in this world of philosophy. Some things can only be picked up again when they are put down."

Peter said: "It's very good, but you have also lost your qualifications. The most fundamental thing about the profession of a warrior and a fighter is the presence or absence of weapons. The physical gap becomes more obvious in the later stages. In other words, you have lost."

Wan Wen was suddenly startled, and his body flew backwards and fell out of the field.

Pete's figure on the ring was heroic, his body kept in a forward punching posture. Behind him, he vaguely saw a ferocious crocodile, opening its bloody mouth like it was laughing wildly, and then there was a huge sonic boom.

The powerful impact was delayed for a second, and everyone was shaken to the ground with their hair flying around, staring blankly at everything.

It was so fast that no one could react at all, it was too sudden.

"What just happened?"

"I just saw Peter's feet and took a step forward, and the vice president flew out directly."

"That should be the boxing champion's unique skill - the killing fist. Although the vice president flew out of the arena, he was not seriously injured. All the damage from this move was resolved, but he lost the moment he left the ring."

Everyone couldn't help but sigh. Did the vice president lose? He obviously did.

Did Pete win? It seems like a win, but not a win, because the opponent is unscathed.

You must know that the killing fist, the skill name means "killing", which means that with one punch, all things will be destroyed.

Give up all defenses, just to throw one punch, reach the top, and be invincible.

If the punch fails, the remaining stiff time is enough for the opponent to counterattack.

Just as he stood motionless on the ring at this moment, it was not a pose after victory.

Wan Wen swayed a little and spat out a mouthful of blood. "I was careless. Thank you, senior, for showing mercy."

Peter shook his hand and said expressionlessly: "No, if you hadn't blocked that punch, it would have killed you, or at least seriously injured you. You have strength and quick reaction speed. I hope that one day you can pick up the punch." Fight me with weapons."

Although everyone was unwilling to do so, they had no choice but to do so. Without the president, the vice president was the strongest player in the fitness department, but it was a pity that they lost.

The remaining people were all powerless after seeing the battle just now. Without the strong strength like the vice president, they could destroy the foundation if they were not careful.

Bai Jinghuan hugged his chest. He was eager to challenge before, but now he was shrinking to his side.

He kept saying something, "When I become stronger, I will beat you twice, no, let's go to one point and five."

Li Xiaoming was very excited to see it, but he also understood that this was not their full strength.

First of all, the fighting venue between the two was limited, and there were onlookers around. If the power was not controlled well, innocent people might be affected. Otherwise, if the two extraordinary men fought casually, the whole building would be razed to the ground.

Just as Peter took the clothes and left, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

"Please wait a moment, since you bully the small, don't you mind having a fight with me?"

Pete said, "Who's talking?"

Then everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

Through the open door, a man in white clothes walked over in a hurry. He was not tall or strong, but he looked quite strong.

Apart from being a bit older, there is nothing special about him.

"I am the coach of the fitness department, Ma Wei, who is also a warrior. Please give me your advice."

His eyes were full of peace, and there was a vague smile on the corner of his mouth.

Peter said: "Oh, what level is it?"

The Wei family responded with a smile: "It's just that the fifth-level stream has not entered the door. Is it because you are afraid that I am a bad old man?"

"The old gentleman was joking. I'm just afraid that I'll break your bones with one punch."

"Really? Traditional Kung Fu is all about transforming strength. You can move a thousand pounds with four ounces. You said that no one can hold your fingers, but your more than two hundred pounds may not be able to move a finger of mine."

Ma Weijia raised his middle finger, indicating that he would give the other party a try.

Then he came up with a sneak attack and straightened his waist with a snap.

The next step is a left kick, a right whip, and then a left jab.

Peter was wary of him from the beginning and easily guarded them all.

After being guarded, according to traditional kung fu, it was natural to hit it all the way. Peter straightened his right fist and put it on Ma Wei's nose without hitting him.

Pete smiled contemptuously and was about to withdraw his fist, because according to traditional kung fu rules at this time, he had already lost.

If this punch was powerful, his head would be blown away with one punch, and it wouldn't just be as simple as a fracture.

Ma Weijia broke into cold sweat on his forehead and praised:

"Young man is so awesome. Okay, I admit that you hit me in the face first, but..." The final voice gradually weakened.

Just as Peter was about to turn around and leave, he didn't expect Ma Wei's sudden and insidious attack, with his left jab hitting his face directly.

Pete was careless and didn't dodge.

His left fist hit his right eye, but it didn't matter. The enemy's damage was too weak and he didn't suffer any damage.

Peter was suddenly furious. This old man provoked him again and again. He was really tired of living.

When Ma Weijia saw the opponent preparing his fist, he immediately bent down and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't understand the rules, I hit him randomly."

But judging from the opponent's moves, it doesn't look like he's just fighting randomly. He's well-trained in kicks, whip kicks, and left jabs, and he's also learned traditional martial arts. It's obvious at first glance that he's well prepared.

When Peter saw the other party giving in, he suddenly felt bored again. "I'm too lazy to argue with you. I won't do it again."

Ma Weijia nodded quickly, then raised his head and waved a purple lightning chain, which emitted a dazzling light and came with a whistling sound.

Peter blocked with his arms, his strong body colliding with the opponent's skills.

"Crackling."

Seeing the burn marks on his arm, Peter became furious and punched directly.

Ma Weijia stopped dodging and directly took the punch with his face.

Just when everyone was exclaiming that this guy was crazy, Peter let out a scream.

He looked at his red and swollen fist, and saw that the opponent was so thick-skinned, it was like hitting a big bell.

He actually rebounded all the damage he received. Is this just energy transformation?

"Traditional kung fu is about connecting, transforming and releasing. If you have murderous intentions towards me, you will naturally hurt yourself. This is the philosophy of respecting peace and not fighting over things or disturbing people." Ma Weijia smiled. explain.

"Haha, I was careless. I didn't expect to learn the skill of rebounding attacks. Very good Ma Wei family. I will remember you. I will lose this round."

He said angrily, hiding his slightly trembling fists, and then walked out of the gym depressedly.

Muji walked up angrily, "Old man, you don't have martial ethics. My eldest brother saw that you were old and weak, so he didn't use his strength to argue with you. I didn't expect you to cheat and attack. A 39-year-old young boxing champion. What do you think?" is this okay?"

The Mawei family disagreed and asked: "Your eldest brother came to the gym and did whatever he wanted with his strength. And he made a sneak attack on the ring. Doesn't that mean he has no martial ethics? And the force of that attack injured himself, so he should take care of himself."

"this……"

Muji closed his mouth and stopped talking, looked at the vice president guiltily, and then ran away in despair.

Wan Wen looked at the opponent's retreating figure and stretched out his hand to stop him, but the opponent had disappeared. Then he looked at his fists in confusion and relaxed weakly.

The crowd cheered.

"Long live, we finally won!"

"It's incredible. He actually took the punch with his face. He was extremely domineering."

"Sure enough, practicing fitness and studying philosophy are of some use. Teacher Ma is so handsome."

Li Xiaoming was shocked by the scene of the fight just now. It was too strong. He didn't even move his hands and just relied on physical contact to break the opponent's bones.

Master, is it too late to change jobs now? I want to change my career.

Teacher Ma put his hands behind his waist and said, "Okay, everyone onlookers, please leave now and do whatever you have to do. I'm going to concentrate on practicing again. Next time someone comes to compete, I'll just rely on my own strength." Let's go back."

Li Xiaoming has become somewhat interested in this fitness system, and it seems to be of some practical use.

I was just about to step forward and ask, how can I cultivate to this point? Being so thick-skinned can hurt your opponent in response.

Then he was dragged away by a bunch of muscle brothers.

They showed sunny smiles and said enthusiastically: "Classmate Li, I see that you are so thin that you fall down when the wind blows. Come and exercise with everyone. Don't stay at home and waste your time."

"Yes, in order to express my gratitude to Teacher Ma, I bought you a drink and protein powder today."

"Oh, hooray."

The crowd cheered, even though they didn't know what they were about to face.

"Don't hesitate, there is a very good-looking young lady to exercise with you."

"Okay, let me stay and take a look."

Bai Jing shouted enthusiastically: "What are you waiting for? Let's go quickly, everyone is waiting for you."

Li Xiaoming was pushed into the third area of ​​the gym.

When I opened the door for the first time, my eyes widened when I faced the scene in front of me.

I saw a few muscular men in front of me, lifting a barbell with one hand and dancing vigorously, like a juggling act.

The white mist evaporated from the sweat all over the body made the whole room feel like a sauna. This was probably an illusion.

But the strong muscles of those people were constantly bulging, and the veins on their bodies were exposed. The picture was too beautiful to look at directly.

The coach's voice rang in his ears.

"The last time, the 1112th one, I will reward myself with one, and the next 1113, I have achieved this, so I might as well do a few more."

"Don't relax, your enemy is yourself. If you don't pay attention for a day, your perfect figure will slip away."

"Ah! I can do it!"

"come on!"

Li Xiaoming fell into silence: "..."