Chapter 842 Who's Punching Skills?

Is Wang Dong's brain broken?

He was so stupid as to ask for a head-on duel with the Duan Killing God as the assessment standard for him to pass the Holy Sect Master?

After Duan Killing God really confirmed Wang Dong's request, he also sneered angrily.

Originally, he was instructed by the above to put a little water on Wang Dong's assessment standards, but he didn't expect Wang Dong to be so arrogant and want to defeat him Duan Killing God to prove that he has the strength to enter the Holy Sect Master.

Should we praise him for his confidence and courage, or should we mock him for his ignorance and stupidity?

"Is this really what you are asking for, are you sure?" Duan Killing God said coldly.

"I'm sure. Wang Dong said, "You Duan Killing God has the Immovable King Fist, which is world-famous, and it just so happens that I also have a Turning Palm and a Bursting Fist, who wins the fist?

Duan Killing God laughed angrily: "Ignorant Shaft, are you belittling my Duan Killing God? You have successfully provoked me, since this is the case, as you wish!"

"Calm down, calm down!" Li Bingqian, one of the five members of the upper council, said busily, "Mr. Duan, don't be angry, the overall situation is important!"

"The overall situation of the fart, don't you teach this ignorant erector a good lesson, how can you know the dignity of the Holy Sect Master?" Duan Killing God said sharply.

"Wang Dong, go to the martial arts platform, let Duan's immovable king fist come to understand what is so good about your Huamian palm and burst fist!"

"Okay!" Wang Dong's demeanor was calm and gentle, his eyebrows were full of confidence, and he walked out of the martial arts hall calmly and walked up the steps to the martial arts platform!

No matter how everyone talked about it and expressed their opinions when watching the live broadcast, when Wang Dong and Duan Killing God appeared on the martial arts platform, all the voices spontaneously fell silent.

"Make a move, I'm afraid that as soon as you make a move, you won't have a chance to make a move. Duan Killing God held his hands on his back, his eyes were murderous, and after all, he took his identity and let Wang Dong strike first.

That's what I want to say. Wang Dong said, "I don't think it's as good as Your Excellency, you can strike first, I just happened to see if the Fudo King Fist is really as powerful as the legend?"

"Ignorant erector, you have successfully provoked me, the Federation is really blind, since I want to hold you up as the idol of the national martial arts, I bah!

Duan Killing God was really enraged, the sound was like thunder, and a wave of fist intent suddenly emerged, only to see that behind Duan Killing God, the emerging fist intent actually faintly condensed a three-zhang tall Immovable King Phantom.

Duan Killing God raised his hands up and down, raised them forward, his open palms clenched into fists, and the three zhang phantoms behind him also made the same action!

"Don't move the king's fist, da-da!" Duan Killing God suddenly punched, and in an instant, countless punches were struck.

Duan Killing God was ten meters away from Wang Dong, but when he punched, the terrifying fist seemed to break through the limit of space, and countless fists beckoned directly towards Wang Dong.

Wang Dong also stretched out his hands in an instant, and his hands were so fast that people couldn't see where their palms were.

The people watching the battle all had a clear feeling, how many punches Duan Killing God threw out in an instant, and how many palms Wang Dong also struck, and the palms were really against Duan Killing God's Immovable King Fist.

"What? impossible!" When the almost invisible Fudo Wang fist was finished, when he found that his fist was being wrapped in Wang Dong's palm, a terrifying fist force stirred between the fists between the two, Duan Killing God cried out in disbelief.

No one knew better than him that he really didn't spare the slightest hand, and when he was provoked, Duan Killing God felt that he had exerted a more powerful fist intent than before, which was definitely not an assumption.

In the past, Duan Killing God's Immovable King Fist could deliver a maximum of one hundred and ninety-six punches in one breath, but this time, he actually hit two hundred and eighteen punches, breaking through the limit.

But what is the situation now, his more powerful King Fist than before was actually moved by Wang.

Even the hardest alloy of his can be smashed with bombardment, and two hundred and eighteen immovable king fists can't penetrate Wang Dong's palm.

Every punch is like hitting cotton, and there is not much strength in the softness?

It's more like a stone falling into the immeasurable sea, and it can't make the slightest wave.

The corners of Wang Dong's mouth curled slightly, and he said slowly: "Don't move the king fist, I have learned it, next, I will ask Duan Killing God to lead my own burst fist, right?"

Duan Killing God was shocked in his heart, at this time, he didn't dare to think that Wang Dong was despising him, and he was no longer provoked, but he was frightened.

His strongest Immovable King Fist was followed by the opponent quietly, and he had the ability to do this, and his martial arts strength was definitely above him.

The name of the Burst Fist is simple, but it makes people intuitively feel the horror of this punch.

The reason why he has such a perception is that since Duan Killing God realized that the other party was far stronger than himself, the name of the fist technique that he didn't feel at all had become a very threatening fist.

Duan Killing Shenqiang smiled, ready to say something, and simply admitted that the other party had passed the assessment, but saw that Wang Dong had already made a move without hesitation.

Wang Dong actually learned the starting style of the King of Fudong's fist, and his two hands were raised up and down, and a terrifying will directly locked on the Duan Killing God.

Duan Killing God's spirit suddenly tensed, and he couldn't be distracted anymore to think about something, so he subconsciously started the starting style of the Immovable King Fist.

In this way, on the martial arts platform, the two of them actually seemed to be unable to beat the king fist, and their postures were exactly the same.

The only difference is that there is no three-zhang high phantom behind Wang Dong, but Duan Killing God does.

Wang Dong: "......Ahh

Duan Killing God: "Don't move...... Dada......da

The impact of the "bangbang......bang" fist continued to roar, followed by a "click" sound of bones shattering, and a muffled snort followed, only to see a figure fly out upside down and fall to the ground.

In the end, it was the veteran Saint Sect Master Duan Killing God who failed to catch the opponent's fist, and was hit in the chest by Wang Dong's burst fist, and his sternum was shattered, and the whole person was also knocked out by the terrifying burst fist.

Not only was Duan Killing God's sternum shattered, but his two fists were also a blur of flesh and blood, trembling so much that he couldn't help himself.

"It seems that my burst fist is still powerful. Wang Dong raised his unscathed fist and said proudly.

The whole scene was silent, even those viewers from all over the world who were watching the Tianxun program forgot to breathe, and watched in disbelief at a scene that subverted everyone's imagination.

Wang Dong actually defeated the old and famous Saint Sect Master Fudo King Fist Duan Killing God with his fist method!

No one could have expected this.

Everyone thought that Wang Dong's entrance to the Saint Grandmaster assessment would be under the guidance of his predecessors and elders, and after his martial arts strength was recognized, he would successfully pass the assessment.

And showing the strength of martial arts recognized by the elders, it is impossible to surpass the instructor.

The reality slapped everyone hard, and it hurt and hurt.