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Chapter 593 Defeated?

Wu Xinyang has always given people the impression that he is a sinister villain, other than that he is domineering under the protection of Meng Fanhai, giving people a feeling of cowardice and fear of death.

But Zhang Yiming knew that this kid had been hiding his strength all the time. Even when he was in the casino last time, he pretended very well. Only when he really fought did he know that he is also a rare master.

The fighting qi of the Taishan style is very proficient, and the technique of identifying and hitting acupuncture points is also very accurate. Fortunately, Zhang Yiming's body is relatively special, and several of them who were hit by fighting qi only suffered a little skin trauma.

Wu Xinyang suddenly jumped out of Zhang Yiming's attack range, and said with a sneer: "It turns out that you are not afraid of Taishan style boxing because you have imperial armor."

Zhang Yiming didn't chase after him, instead he smiled faintly and said, "It's just enough to restrain your Taishan Liu."

Wu Xinyang sneered again, and said: "If it is another Taishan Liu master, maybe there is really nothing you can do about it, but I know the secret of the emperor's armor, your heart is not on the left, but on the right, so you The blood flow in your body is also reversed, and the acupoints are also opposite to those of ordinary people, so even someone who is very accurate in identifying acupoints cannot hit your acupoints."

Zhang Yiming frowned, what Wu Xinyang said was right at all, this was his secret in the first place.

At a very young age, Zhang Yiming knew that he was different from his master. The master's heartbeat was on the left side, while his own was on the right side. Later, when he learned the ghost doctor's thirteen needles with his master, he also discovered his acupuncture points. It's not like normal people, it's the complete opposite.

This is the secret of the emperor's armor, and it is also the reason why Taishan Liu's acupoint-punching technique doesn't work on Zhang Yiming at all.

Wu Xinyang sneered and said: "There are not many people who have imperial armor. Fortunately, the boss's database has information about this special physique. Otherwise, I really don't know how to deal with you."

Zhang Yiming's heart moved. It seemed that Meng Fanhai already had ambitions, so he collected information on super soldiers. However, regarding Wu Xinyang's words, he felt that this kid was just bluffing.

"Even if you find out, so what? During the high-speed fight, can you really find my acupuncture points and attack?"

Zhang Yiming asked lightly.

Wu Xinyang smiled and shook his head, and said: "Of course not, I believe that no one in the world can do this, but now that I know your secret, I definitely can't use Taishan style moves to deal with you, so I will take I have revealed my true meaning."

Zhang Yiming's eyes flickered for a while, Wu Xinyang is a man of great power, no one knows how much strength he hides, maybe he is not so easy to deal with, everything is due to the illusion he deliberately created at ordinary times.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yiming glanced at the contest between Bandong Longnan and Meng Fanhai from the corner of his eye. This man, who was on par with him, was suppressed by Meng Fanhai so that he was powerless to fight back, which shocked Zhang Yiming for a while.

Perhaps it was a very wrong choice to rescue Lin Chengzhi while all of Meng Fanhai's subordinates were dispatched, because Meng Fanhai was the only real master in the Meng family villa.

In order to help Bandong Longnan as soon as possible, Zhang Yiming is also going to use all his strength to deal with Wu Xinyang. Only when this guy is dealt with can he be free to deal with Meng Fanhai.

Zhang Yiming raised Xuanyuan Dou Qi to the limit in an instant, and his whole body was filled with strong Dou Qi. His muscles protruded, and his eyes shone brightly. It was obvious that he had used all his strength.

As if feeling Zhang Yiming's fighting spirit, Bandong Longnan was also encouraged, and he worked harder to deal with Meng Fanhai. He knew that as long as he teamed up with Zhang Yiming, Meng Fanhai would not be a match for the two of them.

But just as Zhang Yiming raised his fighting spirit, he felt the same powerful fighting spirit emanating from Wu Xinyang's body. His suit was completely torn, revealing the muscles inside, which were unimaginably developed.

Especially his left shoulder was swollen even more. The deltoid muscle was like a huge war hammer, and every fast-flowing blood vessel was clearly visible.

Zhang Yiming frowned. He had seen this situation once before. This is a Mongolian style move. The Mongolian style, known for its strength, usually strengthens the body like steel, and then causes fatal damage to the enemy.

"Mongolian overlord?"

Zhang Yiming suddenly thought of the name of this move. It happened when he met the master of Luo Fei Company in Northwest China.

"Huh, I didn't expect you to be a little knowledgeable, but my move is not the Mongolian Bajidao, but a move that is more powerful than the Bajidao. The Mongolian Baji Warhammer is ten times more powerful than the Bajidao. Zhang Yiming, You're really dead this time."

Wu Xinyang said coldly, and his footsteps began to move slowly. Every time he took a step, the ground would tremble slightly. It can be seen that after strengthening his fighting spirit, his physical strength has been greatly enhanced.

Zhang Yiming also noticed his feet. Behind Wu Xinyang, two extremely deep footprints had been left, and the floor tiles were all shattered. It can only be said that Wu Xinyang's Mongolian style moves have also reached the state of perfection.

Being able to use the moves of the two ancient schools of Taishan Style and Mongolian Style so proficiently at the same time, Wu Xinyang is indeed a genius fighter.

Zhang Yiming took a deep breath, and looked at Wu Xinyang intently, only to see that his figure began to speed up his pace, and he was using a move like a domineering way. He had already pushed his deltoid muscles like a warhammer to the front position. It is also the weapon with which he attacks.

Then, Wu Xinyang began to speed up his pace, and his speed was also increased to the limit. The Mongolian style is a power style of play, and speed is also a manifestation of explosive power. After the speed is increased, it will become a kind of strength. So when a Mongolian style master speeds up with all his strength, it is also when he is at his strongest.

Zhang Yiming stood still, staring intently at Wu Xinyang who was rushing towards him, and Xuanyuan's fighting spirit quickly gathered. He knew that this blow must be blocked. Normally, the first blow of a Mongolian style master is often the most deadly. .

Before Wu Xinyang's people arrived, the gust of wind had already arrived, blowing on Zhang Yiming's face, it was as painful as a knife being cut, which also proved how strong Wu Xinyang's forward charge was.

Zhang Yiming frowned, with his eyesight he could barely see Wu Xinyang's figure rushing towards him, and the hammer of Bajidao was already very close at hand.

He subconsciously raised his arms to block, and also used a force move with a back-to-back force, and his strength was the limit he could achieve.

But after contacting Wu Xinyang, Zhang Yiming felt as if he was hit by a speeding train, and his body flew upside down involuntarily. Because the force of the impact was too strong, his heart was shocked to a certain extent, and he spit out a mouthful of blood , and even had no strength left to stand still, he flew upside down and fell to the ground.

Even Bandong Longnan who was on the side was taken aback. This was the first time he saw Zhang Yiming being knocked down. Wu Xinyang's strength was simply too terrifying.

Bandong Longnan quickly retreated to a relatively safe place, staring at Meng Fanhai and Wu Xinyang coldly.

"Zhang Yiming will definitely not be able to get up, Mr. Long Nan, you should surrender."

Wu Xinyang said proudly.

(End of this chapter)