Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

But compared with Yang Cai's rough, dark, and wide fist, Meng Zhao's fist seemed much smaller.

Moreover, the skin is white and tender, as crystal clear as jade, and looks a bit like the palm of a newborn baby. It can form a small nest with just a slight press, not to mention how powerful and powerful it is.

However, this punch easily penetrated the surging air fist, like an embroidery needle popping a balloon, making a soft popping sound.

Then the white and tender fist collided hard with Yang Cai's iron fist, which was like a giant King Kong.

At the top of Erniu Peak, originally only the sound of wind could be heard, but a long and distant blasting sound suddenly sounded.

Circles of invisible Qi light spread rapidly outwards following the collision of the two fists, one large and one small. The surrounding area was filled with the sound of crackling Qi energy, rocks shattering, and strong winds rolling out. The tree fell...

Meng Zhao's body was as powerful as Yang Cai's, and his energy and blood were like those of a real dragon cub, with infinite strength.

Yang Cai felt an extremely hard force coming from the opponent's punch, which made his limbs numb, his muscles and bones sore, and his blood and energy collapsed. Generally, those who are not physically strong may be directly injured internally by the punch.

However, Yang Cai is not one of those people with a weak body. He has the dragon and tiger true spirit entrenched in his body. The Vajra Divine Will is sitting there, unshakable and upright. He quickly dispels the shock and discomfort caused by this extremely powerful punch. feel.

But this punch was just the beginning.

In the next few short breaths, Meng Zhao and Yang Cai were like two crazy bulls, charging into each other like crazy, unwilling to take a step back, their arms were full of afterimages, and hundreds of fists were clashing head-on. There was a continuous sound like a snare drum.

The two of them fought an unknown number of punches, but the stone ground beneath their feet collapsed several feet deep. Strong winds rolled around them, and the stone powder and dust crushed the white clouds. Even the untouchable sky seemed to be suspended upside down.

Even Tie Xiongfei and Zhao Hun, who was from the area, felt suffocated, and then they stopped at the same time.

A gust of mountain wind blew by, revealing the whereabouts of the two people.

Meng Zhao was just like Cai Cai, his whole body was spotless, he stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his lips, and a leisurely attitude.

It seemed that the person who was beating him like a mad cow just now was not him. The only thing that might be abnormal was that his breathing was slightly rapid, and the fists behind his back were slightly red due to congestion.

It can be seen that he has not yet reached his limit, and he still has the energy to maintain his composure.

Yang Cai looked a little more embarrassed. His face was covered with dust and stone chips, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and beads of sweat were rolling down his skin. When the cool breeze blew, they turned into white mist and dispersed.

Breathing is like a bellows that is being pumped as fast as possible, hot air is rising from the nose, huffing, wheezing, panting non-stop.

The bruises on the backs of the fisting hands were very obvious, which showed that he had suffered a hidden loss from the head-on attack with Meng Zhao just now.

However, this person is really a strange flower. In a very short period of time, he collided with Meng Zhao, who was carrying the Purple Yuan Dragon Body, with 372 punches. The punches were hard and the true energy was not exhausted. There are no signs of loss of strength.

Even a small mountain bag would be blasted to pieces after being punched so many times.

Unfortunately, what he faced was not a small mountain bag, but Meng Zhao, who was even more indestructible than the Qingtian Mountain.

These three hundred and seventy-two punches collided with each other. Although he tried his best to resolve the shock, he still couldn't offset them all. There are even faint signs of cracking in the bones of the arms and hands, and the aura in the internal organs is even more scattered, and it is almost impossible to maintain the shape of the dragon and tiger, and the spirit of the diamond.

Compared to Meng Zhao, who was so calm and gentle, he was in two different states. It was clear who was superior and who was inferior.

After taking a long breath, Yang Cai's eyes faded and the color faded, and he said with emotion,

"What a strong foundation. My Dragon-Tiger Vajra Fist is extremely strong and powerful. It has become an innate talent. I have fought no fewer than thirty opponents, but no one can block twenty punches. But you can withstand three hundred and seventy." He even punched me hard with two punches, what a hero.”

In this regard, Meng Zhao had nothing to be proud of and said calmly,

"It's said to be three hundred and seventy-two punches, but in fact it's just one punch. If you can stack up all the three hundred and seventy-two punches and your punch power exceeds the limit, I may not be able to take all of them."

This is also true.

For example, the iron hand that Meng Zhao learned the day after tomorrow has the ability to increase strength by stacking momentum. An ordinary martial artist can receive one punch or two punches, but cannot receive three or four punches.

In fact, with such exquisite and unique skills as the Dragon-Tiger Vajra Qigong, how can it not even have a way to increase its strength by overlapping its momentum?

It can only be said that this method may exist, but its compatibility with the Dragon Tiger Vajra method is very low.

Yang Cai's boxing skills are brave and masculine, invincible, and contain a sense of confidence and majestic momentum. The person who punches must move forward without hesitation. It can be said that every punch is filled with spirit.

When it comes to overlapping momentum to increase strength, it is important to use seven, eight, or even nine points, leaving three, two, or even one percent of the force as the basis for accumulating momentum, so that multiple times of power can be regained in a blink of an eye.

It's hard to say which method is superior, because even if the power increases, it will never be like Yang Cai, who fired nearly 400 punches without any signs of weakening in momentum, belief, and strength. Moreover, for an innate warrior It is impossible to stack so many punches. The huge pressure alone can crush people.

If you can really do it, maybe you can try to defeat the master.

In fact, if it were anyone else, even an opponent who was as good as Yang Cai would have been defeated long ago if he had a weaker foundation or lacked endurance.

Only Meng Zhao, whose boxing skills were simple and unpretentious, and only contained the pure Red Dragon Qi, was able to suppress Yang Cai by relying solely on his own talent.

In other words, what Meng Zhaogang used was pure violence, without any subtle martial arts involved. He used his talent to overwhelm others.

But that's enough.

It's not that he deliberately holds back, but Yang Cai's own Dragon-Tiger King Kong Qigong is simple and unsophisticated, with spirit in his fists, going straight and breaking through all the so-called clever means, and his fist intention is like a mirror, revealing all the flaws of his opponent. .

If someone deliberately avoids, retreats, or commits adultery by mistake, he will feel resentful, and the power of Vajra will seize the loopholes. The power of Vajra will increase sharply, and one will be strong and the other will be weak, and then the situation will take a turn for the worse.

Even if he is stronger than his opponent, he will still be defeated.

To put it bluntly, martial arts is not all about the visible energy and strength, but also the mysterious and mysterious momentum, mind, spirit, etc., if a flaw is exposed, it may be fatal.

Meng Zhao was aware of this, so he didn't use any tricks. Everyone made their battle plans openly and openly, so he also wanted to go out to fight the enemy openly and openly.

Whoever is timid will lose.

This person's martial arts can be said to penetrate his courage and madness into his bones.

No more brave than him, no crazier than him, and simply unable to suppress him.