Great Power Reclamation

Ye Feng didn't move at all. The three divine servants shook their bodies a few times, but finally did not move. However, their expressions looked a little strange, and they were gritting their teeth.

Although the three divine servants also practiced martial arts all year round, they focused on the flexibility and agility of the body, and naturally lacked strength training.

Although one of the three major branches focuses on strength, it is just a focus.

For example, for the elder who just committed suicide, strength was not actually the main training subject, it was just that strength was given more importance in Kalaripayatti.

Who is Ye Feng? He is Ye Yuze's most proud disciple, and he has developed some internal strength. The Baji Sect's standing practice is originally to train strength.

He started driving piles when he was a few years old, and it has been 20 years now. His leg strength is so poor that Yang Geyong cannot resist it.

So when the legs collided, the three servants were struck by lightning, and their legs were so numb that they almost lost consciousness.

Fortunately, he was usually very good at pretending, so he managed to cope with it and landed on the ground with both feet, but his whole body was shaking.

Fortunately, Ye Feng did not pursue the victory, because he also liked to show off, otherwise the three divine servants would have to account for this.

Seeing Ye Yuze shaking his head, Yang Geyong said teasingly:

"Who did this kid learn this from? Isn't it enough to just beat him down?"

Ye Yuze shook his head helplessly: "This is the consequence of growing up in the United States. His gentlemanly manners actually come from Europe."

Ye Yuze would naturally not interfere in these matters. The children are grown up and they naturally have their own way of doing things. There is no need to force them.

If Ye Mao came to power, he would definitely not give the Three Gods Servant any chance to breathe. Unfortunately, he was not well-trained and had a rather impetuous temper.

Ye Yuze estimated that Ye Mao would never be able to reach Ye Feng's level in his lifetime, mainly because he was protected too closely by his wife.

During the period from childhood to adolescence, he missed the opportunity to practice martial arts. Although he made up for it for a while and Ye Mao was beaten many times for it, he still missed the opportunity.

Ye Feng's eyes were as sharp as torches, and the stands began to make noise. All the Indian audience saw was that Ye Feng could fight on equal terms with the three divine servants, which surprised them greatly.

But they didn’t know that their three divine servants had actually suffered a great loss.

Faith is a magical thing. Once you believe in it, it is difficult to change.

In history, India was one of the four ancient civilizations. It was just that they were bound by religion, and religion, in many cases, was used by rulers to fool the people.

The third divine servant stood for a while and finally calmed down. He was a little hesitant and didn't know how to fight.

Strength is definitely not enough. Only then did he understand why the eleven servants of God wanted to commit suicide just now.

In terms of strength, which is what I am best at, I cannot beat an opponent who looks so thin. The despair I feel is really unbearable.

Kalaripayat gritted his teeth and realized that he could only play to his strengths and use speed to beat him.

In the center of the ring, the two looked at each other, the audience held their breath, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Ye Feng, with a pine-like figure, steady steps, clenched fists, and eyes as sharp as lightning, stared at the man opposite him.

His opponent, the third servant of God, a master of Kalaripayat, had a slender figure, smooth muscle lines, and his eyes were also deep and calm.

Ye Feng took the lead in launching the attack. He stomped his feet hard, and the floor of the ring seemed to tremble. He pounced on the three servants like a tiger descending from the mountain, and smashed his fists into the opponent's chest like a hammer.

The three divine servants were not in a hurry. Their bodies were as light as catkins. They dodged sideways and avoided Ye Feng's attack. His steps were like dancing, light and agile, and he instantly opened up the distance.

When Ye Feng missed the target with his first strike, he immediately adjusted his stance and suddenly used the "Tie Shan Kao" of Bajiquan. His shoulders and elbows were as hard as iron, and he pressed directly against the ribs of the three divine servants.

The three servants seemed to have anticipated this, twisting their bodies like snakes, and whipping Ye Feng's arms with their hands like whips. The two's limbs crossed in the air, making a dull collision sound.

The three divine servants took advantage of the situation to retreat, then suddenly turned around, swinging their right legs like a whip, aiming straight at Ye Feng's head.

Ye Feng reacted extremely quickly, lowered his head to avoid the attack, and then used a "Beng Quan" to hit the abdomen of the three divine servants.

The three divine servants contracted their abdomens, bent their bodies like bows, and grabbed Ye Feng's knees with both hands, using the force to pull, trying to pull Ye Feng down.

Ye Feng snorted coldly, took root under his feet, and used the "Thousand-Jin Weight" of Bajiquan, making his body as solid as a rock.

Then he suddenly exerted force, broke free from the restraints of the three divine servants, and then hit his opponent's chest with a "top elbow".

The three divine servants were forced back several steps by this attack, and although their faces remained calm, as if they were not greatly affected, only those who were hurt knew.

The duel between the two entered a white-hot stage. Ye Feng's attack was like a violent storm, his punches and kicks were full of explosive power, and every blow was full of devastating momentum.

The three divine servants moved like spirit snakes, their movements smooth and strange, sometimes using softness to overcome hardness, sometimes using speed to defeat slowness, trying to find Ye Feng's flaws.

Suddenly, the three divine servants made a fake move to confuse Ye Feng's eyes, then they suddenly squatted down and hugged Ye Feng's legs with their hands.

Ye Feng was unable to react in time, his legs were grabbed, and his body was about to fall backwards.

The three divine servants took the opportunity to sweep their legs backwards, trying to kick Ye Feng in the forehead.

However, Ye Feng took advantage of this moment of imbalance and suddenly "turned over and chopped". His body spun like a whirlwind, and his right leg chopped towards the shoulders of the three servants like an axe.

The three divine servants were hit by this attack and their bodies sank slightly, but they did not fall down. Instead, they took advantage of the momentum to flip backwards and create some distance.

Both of them were breathing rapidly and sweat was dripping down their foreheads, but their eyes were still sharp and their fighting spirit was unabated.

On the ring, the ferocity of Bajiquan and the dexterity of Kalaripayat were intertwined, like a duel of strength and wisdom. The audience held their breath, waiting for the final result.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and looked at me with a sharp gaze. The three servants bowed slightly, waving their hands like snakes, with a hint of coldness in their eyes.

The audience was dumbfounded. What kind of monster was this Ye Feng? They also saw that not only was his strength not inferior to the three divine servants, but his speed was also not inferior.

Although it seems that the two are evenly matched, they are the Three Divine Servants, the third best masters in the country!

But who is Ye Feng? It is said that he is a wealthy man in the United States. Shouldn't wealthy people be fat and bloated?

The American and Chinese audiences were even more excited, because the American audience was theirs.

However, the Chinese audience thinks that Ye Feng belongs to them. There is nothing they can do about it. His looks and kung fu are there. What can a nationality represent?

On the ring, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron, as the duel between Ye Feng and the three divine servants had entered the final stage.

The physical strength of both men was close to the limit, but their will to fight was getting stronger.

Ye Feng's breathing was a little heavy, but his physical energy consumption was not great, and he was full of fighting spirit at this moment, like a dragon that was choosing its prey.

The three servants of God were trembling slightly, shaking their hands constantly, trying to resist the pain all over their bodies. Although their eyes were still stern, they were almost at the end of their strength.

Ye Feng knew that it was time to beat the fallen dog. He suddenly shouted and pounced on him.

His body rushed towards the three servants of God like an arrow shot from a bow, and his fists smashed into the opponent's chest like hammers.

The three servants quickly turned sideways, trying to avoid the attack, but Ye Feng's offensive suddenly changed. He feinted with his right fist and suddenly hit the three servants' abdomen with his left fist. The three servants' abdomen contracted, their bodies bent like a bow, and they grabbed Ye Feng's wrist with both hands, trying to use the force to counterattack.

However, Ye Feng had anticipated this. He exerted force suddenly, broke free from the restraints of the three divine servants, and then hit his opponent's chest with a "top elbow".

The three divine servants were forced back several steps by this attack, their faces changed slightly, and their breathing became more rapid.

Ye Feng seized the opportunity, stomped his feet hard, and spun his body like a whirlwind, slashing the shoulders of the three divine servants with his right palm knife.

The three servants barely raised their arms to block, but the force of the blow was far beyond his expectations. His body sank slightly, and he staggered, almost losing his balance.

Ye Feng showed no mercy, and immediately followed with another "Mountain Leaning" move, slamming his shoulders and elbows like a mountain into the chests of the three divine servants.

The three servants were knocked back by the impact, their steps becoming disorderly. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

He tried to adjust his posture and create some distance again, but Ye Feng was following him like a shadow, sticking closely to him.

Ye Feng's attack was like a violent storm, his punches and kicks were full of explosive power. Each of his strikes was full of devastating momentum, forcing the three divine servants to retreat step by step.

The three divine servants' agility gradually lost its advantage under Ye Feng's fierce attack. His movements began to become slow and his breathing became heavier.

Finally, Ye Feng found a flaw. During their evasion, the three divine servants slipped slightly and lost their balance.

A gleam of light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and he suddenly did a "somersault and chop". His body spun like a whirlwind, and his right leg was like a hammer, smashing the shoulders and necks of the three divine servants.

The attack hit the target right away, and the three divine servants were knocked to their knees, supporting themselves with their hands, unable to get up for a while.

Ye Feng didn't give him any chance to breathe, and immediately hit the chest of the three divine servants with a "Beng Quan".

The three servants were knocked back by the blow and fell heavily on the ring. His breathing was rapid, his chest was heaving violently, and he tried to struggle to stand up, but his body was no longer under his control.

Ye Feng stood in the center of the ring, slowly lowering his fists, breathing heavily but steadily. His eyes were still sharp, like a victorious tiger, looking down at his fallen opponent.

The three divine servants finally had no strength to fight anymore and slowly raised their hands, indicating their surrender.

Below the stage, the Chinese and American audiences burst into thunderous applause and cheers, while the Indian audience lowered their heads with complicated expressions.

Ye Feng nodded slightly and extended his hand to the three divine servants.

The three servants of God smiled bitterly, held Ye Feng's hand, and stood up with the help of his strength. The two looked at each other, and there was more respect in each other's eyes.

In this duel, Ye Feng defeated Kalaripayat's agility and tenacity with the ferocity and wisdom of Bajiquan.

The winner in the ring has been decided, but the contest between the two masters is enough to leave a good story in the world of martial arts.

After the fight, Ye Feng asked for a break. Ye Mao, who had been feeling uncomfortable but had no chance to play, took the opportunity to rush onto the stage.

At this time, the duel between Iron Hammer and the Ten Divine Servants had reached a fever pitch.

The Ten Divine Servants now saw the gap between themselves and Iron Hammer and adjusted their tactics.

Tiechui, a master of both boxing and tan kick, has a burly figure, muscles like iron, clenched fists and a sharp gaze.

His opponent, the Tenth Divine Servant, was tall and slender, with eyes as cold as a snake, emitting a chilling light.

As the gong sounded, the iron hammer fist rushed forward like thunder, with the sound of wind, and rushed straight towards the tenth servant of God, smashing the opponent's chest like an iron hammer.

The tenth servant of God was not in a hurry. His body was as light as catkins. He dodged the attack of the hammer by moving sideways. His body was as light and agile as a willow leaf, as if being blown away by the wind of the hammer.

When the hammer missed, he immediately adjusted his stance and rained down straight punches, uppercuts and swinging punches at the Tenth God's Servant.

The tenth divine servant seemed to have anticipated this. He twisted his body like a snake and used his hands like whips to lash out at Tiechui's arm.

The two people's limbs intertwined in the air, making a dull collision sound.

The tenth divine servant took advantage of the momentum to retreat, then suddenly turned around, swung his right leg like a whip, and hit the head of the hammer directly.

Tiechui reacted extremely quickly, lowered his head to avoid it, and then used Tan Leg's "sweeping kick" to hit the lower body of the Tenth Divine Servant.

The tenth divine servant contracted his abdomen, bent his body like a bow, and grabbed Tiechui's ankles with both hands, using the force to pull, trying to pull Tiechui down.

Tiechui snorted coldly, took root under his feet, and used Tan's leg's "thousand-pound weight" to make his body as solid as a rock.

He exerted force suddenly, broke free from the restraints of the Tenth God's Servant, and then used a "whirlwind kick" to hit his opponent's chest.

The tenth divine servant was forced back several steps by this attack, but his face remained calm, as if he was not greatly affected. But only those who are in pain know.

The power of the hammer is even greater than Ye Feng's.

The duel between the two entered a white-hot stage. Tiechui's attack was like a violent storm, his punches and kicks were full of explosive power, and every blow was full of devastating momentum.

The tenth divine servant moved like a spirit snake, his movements smooth and strange, sometimes using softness to overcome hardness, sometimes using speed to defeat slowness, trying to find the flaws in the hammer.

Suddenly, the Tenth Divine Servant made a fake move to lure Tiechui to attack, then he suddenly squatted down and grabbed Tiechui's knees with his hands like eagle claws.

Tiechui was not Ye Feng, so this move was like an ant trying to shake a tree to him. So he didn't move at all and just let him pull.

The tenth divine servant saw that his trick was useless, so he could only roll over and slip between Tiechui's legs, not forgetting to do the monkey-stealing-peach trick.

Tietui's Qigong skills were not practiced in vain. Even when this kid committed a foul, he ignored him and let him hit his vital points.

The tenth divine servant was overjoyed. He did not expect that he could turn defeat into victory at the last moment. However, the moment his hand touched the target, he was horrified.

Is this guy's dick made of stone? How can it be so hard?

Tiechui smiled slightly, raised his leg and kicked him. At this moment, the Tenth Divine Servant was still able to keep his body light and took the opportunity to fly into the air.

The audience held their breath, waiting for the final result. Although many people were cursing the Tenth Servant of God, the fight was not over yet, and the referee was pretending to be blind.

Standing up again, Tiechui smiled contemptuously, while the Tenth Divine Servant blushed and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Although the battle is not over, the outcome is already determined... (End of this chapter)