Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 234 Horror Fist Strength
"Weiz, Su Mu, fist strength 420 seven!"

As the voice of the disciple who sang this fell, there was a burst of cheers from Weitz's stands.

This is the strongest punch so far, and it is also the first person to break through [-].

But the scene quickly quieted down.

The disciple in charge took out a wooden plaque from the box, held it high above the top, showed it to the five elders, and said in his mouth: "Wushu, Boerta!"

Everyone present knew that Bolta was famous for his bravery. In the last martial arts competition, his punching strength reached 440. Now that his heavy mountain boxing has improved to a higher level, his strength will inevitably rise with the tide.

Everyone thought: "I'm afraid this punch will cost five hundred?"

bang... bang!

Borta lived up to expectations, hitting 520 punches in two consecutive punches.

"Wushu, Boerta, punching power 520!"

There was thunderous applause from the Wushu stands.

Elder Wushu next to the eight-legged tripod also showed a smug smile, while the disciples looked at each other in astonishment, secretly praying that they would not meet this person when they were grouping together.

Borta withdrew his big fist, turned his head and glanced at Basang intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes were full of provocation.

"Sure enough, it's the same as what the intelligence said, this Borta is infinitely powerful."

Zhao Lin clenched his fist and thought to himself.

After Borta, the boxing strength test continued, and several characters that Zhao Lin paid attention to also appeared on the stage one after another.

Weitz's McQueen punches 440-eight.

Li Taiqing of Xiuzhao followed closely behind, with a fist strength of 440 five.

He Liancheng, the chief disciple of Liyangzong of Dayue, was 430 three.

They are all one step higher than ordinary disciples, but no one can get close to Borta.

Halfway through the disciples' appearance, the disciple in charge took out the wooden plaque, glanced at it, and read: "Da Yue, Zhao Lin."

"Come on!"

Xiang Shaofeng patted Zhao Lin's shoulder vigorously.

Zhao Lin didn't speak, just nodded, walked slowly to the eight-legged tripod, took a sudden step, and punched the target with a punch.

The mercury in the crystal pillar jumped up all of a sudden, directly crossed the [-] mark, and continued to go up.

480, 490, five hundred...

In the end, everyone was stunned, and stopped at the 520 scale, and then fell back with a "wow".

"Five hundred...twenty?"

The acting disciple let out an exclamation, thinking that he was delusional.

The five elders also looked at each other, but they didn't expect Zhao Lin to achieve the same result as Borta.

The group of disciples couldn't believe it, and someone shouted: "Is this punch target broken?"

"Yes, there must be something wrong with the target! He is only 20 years old, how can he hit such a high height? The target must be broken."

"Elder, can I try again?"

"I want to try too..."

The few disciples who had performed poorly before took the lead in agitating.

Xuan Hong's face darkened, and he shouted, "Why are you making so much noise? Each person has two chances, how can you do it all over again?"

When he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Lin, intending to ask if it was normal.

Zhao Lin remained calm and only nodded slightly.

In fact, he was surprised by such a high punching power, but he figured it out soon.

After Liu Feiyang's guidance, he can use his wind energy more freely, and it is reasonable to increase his fist strength by [-] points.

Elder Gao Yun of Wushu smiled slightly, and said, "Elder Xuan, I think we can let them have a try. It doesn't take much effort, but it can prove that the target is fine, right?"

Zhao Lin's punching strength was the same as Borta's, he wouldn't believe anything he said, and if he hit with a higher punching strength, wouldn't he take away the first place?

Even if the boxing target is fine, at least interrupting Zhao Lin's rhythm and disturbing his mood will be beneficial to himself.

The rest of the elders also thought the same, and said one after another: "Elder Gao Yun's words are reasonable, and I agree."

"Our lotus sect's boxing target is fine, you can give it a try..."

After receiving Zhao Lin's hint, Xiu Hong felt relieved and sneered, "That's fine, but Zhao Lin will punch two more times later. It's very unfair to him to affect his spirit by making such a fuss!"

Elder Gao Yun and others immediately agreed to come down, ordered the two disciples in front of Zhao Lin, and asked them to fight again.

Zhao Lin walked aside indifferently, waiting for the two to punch.

The elder Yuanjing had excellent ears, and he could roughly hear what was going on, but the disciples in the stands looked bewildered.

"Master Lu, what happened?"

Shangguan Xi raised his ears and listened for a long time, but because of his limited cultivation, he couldn't hear anything, so he couldn't help asking.

Although Lu Chaohuan heard it, he didn't know how much power Zhao Lin punched, which surprised several elders present, and said uncertainly: "Maybe there is something wrong with the punching target."

At this time, the two disciples who hit the target again had finished punching, and walked down dejectedly—the result was the same as before, indicating that the target was fine.

Now the eyes of everyone looking at Zhao Lin changed, Borta's face was dark, and he didn't say a word.

Xuan Hong laughed loudly, "Do you believe me now?"

The four elders had no choice but to accept, "Okay, we can continue."

"Congratulations to Elder Xuan, your country has produced such a talented person."

Zhao Lin walked back to the eight-legged tripod, calmed down, and punched out.

boom!
The mercury surged and came to the 520 scale again.

Zhao Lin didn't stop walking, he jumped back, and then stepped forward, punching out again.

"Dayue, Zhao Lin, punching strength 520 two!" The disciple of Changnuo shouted loudly.

There was no sound in the school grounds for a moment, and it was quiet for a while, and then there was a lot of noise.

"How much...how much? Did I hear correctly?"

"520 Two, is it the same as what I heard?"

"Is the target broken? How is it possible!"

"My God, he's only 20 years old..."

The grandstand of Dayue was full of jubilation, and the disciples stood up one after another to celebrate.

Lu Chaohuan was so excited that he couldn't help but slapped the railing in front of him hard. Shangguan Xi opened his mouth, but felt his chest was blocked by something and couldn't speak.

Only Yang Lin looked calm, secretly clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white.

On Weiz's side, Elder Gu and Elder Mai looked ugly, their faces twitching uncontrollably, and what Huo Shan said before he died rang in their minds.

"I only regret one thing now. I shouldn't have sent Tuza and Enli back then. I should have done it myself. Even if the war started, I would have killed Basang and Zhao Lin, the two scourges..."

It really is a disaster...

Amid the noise, the test continued.

Towards the end, when there were only about twenty disciples left, Basang finally appeared.

Basang strode up to the eight-legged tripod, his body sank, and he suddenly turned into a beast ready to go, punching him out.

The moment it hit the bullseye, there was a flash of thunder.

After a pause, it was the second punch.

"Wuche, Basang, 530 punches."

Basang grinned, his sharp white teeth gleaming in the sun.

(End of this chapter)