The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Just like that, Xia Ming was punched in the right cheek.

But this punch was not punched by Wang Ling, but by Xia Ming himself.

The boxing techniques of practitioners are often malleable, that is to say, when the fist is punched, the spiritual energy molecules attached to the fist can drive part of the air, so that the invisible air and spiritual energy molecules can be combined to form a naked eye around the fist. The invisible "fist membrane", the thickness of the fist membrane can be thick or thin, mainly depends on the control and grasp of the practitioner's own spiritual power.

Therefore, when Xia Ming swung this punch and accepted Wang Ling's secret guidance, he actually couldn't control it after realizing it. The punch hit Xia Ming's face precisely.

And the extremely misleading movement technique that Wang Ling used was nothing more than a Tai Chi pushing hands-like work, which effortlessly dispelled Xia Ming's punch.

However, this movement method seems a bit inexplicable. In the eyes of Gu Shunzhi and other real bosses, they are fascinated, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is more like an oolong caused by Wang Ling dodging in panic.

To put it bluntly, more people here felt that it was Wang Ling's luck that dominated the duel.

"As expected of the mascot of our school, this luck is too good!"

"That's right. Xia Ming's "Rulling Water Fist" is known for its chaos and quickness. If it is not practiced properly, it will have a sacrificial effect of injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred."

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"..." Hearing the discussions of people around him, Xia Ming couldn't help falling into silence.

What the hell, hurting the enemy in a circle and losing 800... It's obviously the kid in front of me...

As an opponent, no one has a more intuitive feeling than Xia Ming. Although Gu Shunzhi and others have seen the mystery of Wang Ling's movement, more people present are still in the dark. Only Xia Ming, facing Wang Ling's strange movements alone...

He didn't want to admit that a person whose grades were in the middle all the year round actually beat him in body skills, so he had to silently smash all this into his stomach.

In fact, Xia Ming already felt that the outcome of this battle had been decided at this point in the battle.

Wang Ling's body skills were so weird that he had nowhere to use his boxing skills. In addition, the opponent deliberately guided his boxing path like Tai Chi, but instead punched him. Xia Ming himself suffered several punches from himself.

A few minutes later, Xia Ming was punched again and flew out.

This was the eleventh time Xia Ming got punched by himself and flew out of the ring.

At the beginning, Xia Ming also thought that there might be a problem with his boxing technique, so he changed his boxing style several times to attack Wang Ling, but it turned out...it had nothing to do with boxing technique at all!

So much so that Xia Ming didn't even plan to use his punches at the end of the fight! He rushed forward with his whole body, and started to unleash a series of violent blows on Wang Ling regardless of the rules!

This insolent attitude, like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, horrified everyone in the audience.

In the principal's office, Principal Chen, Director Shi and several physical education teachers are also watching the battle.

"Principal, what kind of boxing is this..." a physical education teacher asked in shock.

"Wang Baquan." President Chen replied.

"Wang Baquan? What kind of fist is this?"

"When you were young, did you fight with the kids next door over toys?"

"Well... I fought..."

"At that time, you fought with bastard fists."

"..."

"The so-called Wang Baquan is a free-flowing style that doesn't pay attention to any methods. There is a way to beat the master to death with random punches. That's how this allusion came about." Principal Chen sighed.

"Then Wang Ling's movement skills are also the same?"

"That's right, this is the bastard's movement method... move according to your heart, this is the highest level of movement method. It depends on luck." Principal Chen sighed, feeling emotional for Wang Ling's luck.

"..." Teachers.

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As President Chen said, Xia Ming's Wangba boxing method has no palm technique. In fact, it is just the most common random boxing. However, if you use random punches, if you don't use spiritual power, your physical energy will be consumed more. After a few sets of random punches, Xia Ming feels that his physical energy consumption has reached the limit.

On the other hand, on Wang Ling's side, he was using body skills to evade from the beginning to the end, looking calm...

Seeing Xia Ming's hatred for him, Wang Ling finally realized the importance of acting.

Indeed, he acted a little too much. If he played for so long, even if he wasn't out of breath, his face should be a little red.

So Wang Ling manually adjusted his skin color, adjusted himself to a slightly smoky state, and by the way, manually turned on his sweat glands, and worked hard to suffocate a few drops of sweat rolling down his cheeks, pretending to be A look that is already very tired.

With this style of play, Wang Ling wouldn't feel tired if he played for hundreds of years, but Xia Ming was still an ordinary cultivator after all (compared to Wang Ling's situation), and his physical strength could never be endless.

Even if one has a natural advantage in spiritual root, it also has certain limitations.

Wang Ling secretly opened Wang Tong, and saw the physical bar on Xia Ming's body. This is Wang Ling's "Big Data Technique", which can display some values ​​that Wang Ling wants to see in the form of a horizontal bar graph by reading the bar. come out. For example, the current blood value, current psionic energy value, and physical energy value, etc...

Xia Ming's stamina has reached its limit at present, and he is only a hair away from falling down completely.

Wang Ling took a deep breath, and he estimated the time when Xia Ming would attack with his next punch.

So, when Xia Ming roared and charged, Wang Ling's brain immediately started to run rapidly. He captured every movement of Xia Ming, and finally interpreted it into his brain one by one for simulation calculation. The speed, the time of the impact, and the time of falling to the ground after exhausting the last trace of physical energy are all accurately calculated.

For the last punch, Wang Ling didn't intend to use body skills to guide Xia Ming's punches. After all, Xia Ming had already been beaten badly by himself. The previous dozens of punches hit his face, and his cheeks on both sides were swollen. It became a walnut, and even the nostrils were full of blood.

This scene made everyone sigh.

There was a discussion before that if either party was beaten to the point of bleeding, they would take the initiative to go forward to persuade the fight...

But the current situation, the students can't persuade at all!

The fist was punched by Xia Ming himself!

The injury was caused by Xia Ming himself!

Every punch landed on his face!

How can they persuade them!

For Xia Ming's last punch, Wang Ling chose a very tricky angle. From this angle, Xia Ming's punch looked like a hit in the eyes of everyone, but in fact it didn't hit Wang Ling at all.

And after this punch landed, Xia Ming finally fell to the ground due to exhaustion of physical strength.

Wang Ling counted the opportunity, fell to the ground with Xia Ming, and lay on the side...

Now Wang Ling suddenly understood how difficult it was for those old men and women in Peiyuan District who touched porcelain back then.

This touching porcelain is really an "art" that emphasizes acting skills...