The Boxing Instructor In The Park Was Beaten For Fake, It’S Really Not Silver Fangs

That being said.

Even though his palm strike types are limited, the combinations are ever-changing.

The number of combinations is equivalent to unlimited.

However, each individual has his own specific breathing.

Will subconsciously prefer or reject certain types.

Naturally, an individual's unique style will be created.

As long as you grasp the flow of breathing, if you want to find out his preference among countless types.

is very possible.

It's like trying to find the right needle among countless pinholes.

Precisely, pass the arrow-like thread through the needle hole.

Then shooting the target in front is the same, although it is a difficult task.

But I will prove to you that I can do it, old soldier, please.

Please don't die of exhaustion before I find out the answer.

It is actually laughing, forget it, I am also enjoying it, we are each other.

820 faces palm strikes from any angle.

He was able to regroup in the shortest possible time and turn to counterattack.

If you choose the wrong palm strike move, judging from his speed.

It should shorten the time for my next attack. If I'm not careful, my limbs will be torn apart before I close my hands.

The outcome will then be determined.

I have to use the most accurate palm strikes non-stop, competing for endurance.

When I have nothing to do, that's when you win.

Is that what you’re thinking, Ant King!

If you have the ability, please join my army.

I want to show you the zero in a hundred styles.

The ant king kept attacking, being knocked away, attacking, and being knocked away.

The two of them are like madmen, maybe (dbee) there is no victory or defeat, they are just trying to prove themselves.

The figure of the Ant King and Guanyin's palm were completely invisible.

All are afterimages.

It's like gods fighting.

Nitro's hundreds and thousands of attacks, although the number was very small, were still causing pain in the ant king's body bit by bit.

But. . .

In an instant, one of Nitro's legs was torn apart and flew out.

There is only half a thigh left on the body.

"Quickly stop the bleeding and say my name."

"As a human being, you have done enough."

I saw blood spurting out from Nitro's thigh.

"What's wrong? If we don't hurry up, we will bleed to death."

Cold sweat began to form on Nitro's face now.

"Stop joking there."

Nitro slapped the broken leg hard.

The veins on his thigh popped out, and the wound slowly shrank.

Slowly, the blood stopped flowing.

"Who do you think will die? It's just an accident, don't be too proud."

Nitro's eyes widened with anger, and he looked domineering. He really didn't look like someone with more than a hundred people.

"The next step is to compete."

"I really admire you."

"Your strength has not diminished at all, which really surprises me."

"But you lost a leg. This is no accident. Although your defense is not a bad move."

“But it’s not a good move that leads to this result.

"The type of move that you subconsciously reject has led me to a clear path among the originally overwhelming choices."

"Next, I'm going to take off your left tail."

The next attack and defense between the two took less than a minute.

This is my last battle in this life.

Under this awakening, Nitro used the Hundred-Style Guanyin, which echoed the strength and high morale of both sides.

It evolved into thousands of fist and palm moves.

Countless sparks burst out between the two of them.

However, the moment when the flowers fell came.

Minimal move preferences, habits and tendencies.

This kind of ups and downs is really not enough to be called a form.

Using his body as a shield, the Ant King continued to resist Nitro's fist and found the faint light far ahead.

Then he found his target.

Nitro's palm missed, and the Ant King stepped forward and took off Nitro's left arm.

The half of the arm was spinning in the sky, and fresh blood was flowing out of the arm.

"You should be convinced by now."

The ant king sat on the ground and said.

"Come on, tell me my name.

"King of ants, do you think I can't pray without my arms?"