Marvel: Creating the Strongest Saint

"Isn't it!" Seiya's face on the side changed, seeing that Li Hui had dodged the magic bell's trick, but he didn't expect the magic bell to subconsciously use his own nirvana!

However, Li Hui was prepared this time.

The moment the magic bell's legs jumped up, Li Hui took a pose here. If someone familiar sees it, they will recognize it immediately.

"Meteor Punch!".

This is the basic move of the Saint Seiya, and it is also a fighting technique of punching. A punch that can unleash hundreds of punches per second that surpasses the speed of sound. After Seiya learned it, there was the Pegasus Meteor Fist, which is the most bug-like in the Saint Seiya series.

However, Li Hui is just Li Hui, and he does not have Seiya's protagonist aura. This Meteor Fist is also a fist technique that was completely mastered after more than 50 failures under the magic bell, and with the advantage of high agility, it can be more flexible and mobile in battle.

The Magic Bell has attacked!

Like a flash, the flashing leg method made Li Hui's saliva flow. I have died many times under this trick, and I am no longer familiar with the flaws of this trick.

As the saying goes, the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, and Li Hui is already very familiar with the magic bell. So he planned to use the Meteor Fist to resist the flash of the magic bell's talons.

However, how can the real battle be so simple!

The speed of this move was so fast that even Li Hui, who had died ninety-nine times, did not expect it. In the strong blow that swooped down, it actually carried the energy of the small universe.

Moreover, this move is like a thunderbolt in the air, and it is simply beyond my expectations again!

"Pegasus—Meteor Fist!" Just as the magic bell's special move had already pounced in front of him, a familiar voice came from his ears.

Seiya-san, at the moment when the magic bell attacked him, he had already put on that embarrassing pose, and in an instant, he broke through the small universe contained in his body, and cast the long-lost Pegasus Meteor Punch!

"Is this the power of the small universe?" Li Hui on the side watched Seiya perform this familiar fist technique in a daze, especially the smell on Seiya's body, which made him feel an unexpected impulse in his heart.

"No, I can't break through yet!".

Immediately afterward, Seiya's Pegasus Meteor Punch struck along the Pegasus constellation at a rate of hundreds of punches per second. A powerful shockwave swept away the huge stone that was blocking the three of them, and then a huge sound was heard, and the boulder completely dissolved into powder.

The magic bell also stopped, and his hands were wrapped around his chest, looking in Seiya's direction.

"Very good, both of you have been exposed to the breath of the small universe, especially Seiya, your small universe has gradually stabilized. After speaking, the magic bell looked at Li Hui's side.

"Teacher..." Li Hui was a little embarrassed, although he had also come into contact with the small universe, he was still some distance away from breaking through. Moreover, Li Hui felt that his small universe seemed to be different from Tianma, and he couldn't say what the difference was.

"Don't call me teacher!" the cold voice of the magic bell came, but it became gentle again: "Your meteor fist is very good at learning, but you don't have the blessing of the small universe, so you can't block my attack." "

"Hmm. Of course Li Hui knew, after all, he had died ninety-nine times under the hands of the magic bell.

"Next, you two will continue to work hard, there will be a period of time before the selection of the Holy Clothes, and only the winner will be recognized by the Pope and given you the Holy Clothes that symbolize the Goddess Fighter!".

There are a total of eighty-eight Saint Seiya guarding Athena, which means that there are only eighty-eight holy clothes in total, including forty-eight bronze holy clothes, twenty-four silver holy clothes, and twelve gold holy clothes.

And the ring in Li Hui's hand should be a fragment of one of the holy clothes.

The night slowly came, and the whole world slowly disappeared in front of me like a sand painting. When he opened his eyes again, Li Hui found that the ring in his hand had once again turned into a metal color like an iron piece.

"Whew!" With a long breath of turbidity, Li Hui stood up from the futon.

Twenty-five-year-old Li Hui has a handsome face, a height of 1.8 meters and a strong muscle. Although he was an orphan in this world, he survived after being picked up by an old man in Chinatown.

Especially in this chaotic hell's kitchen, being able to have an inheritance martial arts hall can also allow him to easily live in this world.

Provided, of course, that there are no people who come to trouble him.

After finishing the training in the fragmented space, Li Hui came to the training hall of the martial arts hall. There are more than a dozen sandbags hanging here, and each sandbag has a clear fist mark on it.

"Hmm!".

"Hey!".

"I'll fight!".

In the outside world, the speed of Li Hui's punches has obviously slowed down a lot, but it has not affected his strength.

His fist style is still hunting, and with this training, he has learned to control his strength. But the seemingly inexhaustible fist seemed to cut through the space, and when the punch touched, the sandbag was shattered!

At this moment, a very discordant voice suddenly came from my ears.

"What people!".