The two big men stood facing each other, and the Count of the Blood Clan said to Locke with a cruel smile, "Don't think that you have taken advantage, I am a blood clan specializing in **, and I can dismantle a tank with my bare hands." Boy, it's too late to beg for mercy. ”

"Is it a Japanese papier-mâché tank? Less nonsense, come on. With that, Locke smashed his fist into the other man's head.

The Bloodline is worthy of being the Bloodline, they are obviously stronger than the human in terms of reaction speed, although Locke has the upper hand, but the opponent's fist still smashes into his face first.

Bang, it hurts, but it can be endured, Locke didn't slow down because of the pain, his fist was obviously heavier than the other party, and the earl on the opposite side of this punch grinned.

Both of them understood their respective advantages and disadvantages from this punch, the earl punched fast, Locke punched fiercely, thinking about this, the treacherous and cunning Count of the Blood Clan immediately began to strengthen the speed of the punch, the time when Locke threw a punch, he could almost swing 5 or 6 punches, this time Locke was a little unbearable, and gradually the corners of his eyes and mouth were colored, and as time went by, his blood began to splash everywhere.

The Bloods present all showed excited expressions, not because of the bet, but because they could prove their strength and their pride began to rise. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that their bloodthirsty factor is stimulated.

Dana and the others also saw Locke's disadvantage, and couldn't help frowning and looking at him worriedly, they knew that with Locke's character, even if he was killed, he would not admit defeat lightly, but this was what they were most worried about.

There were too many fists, Locke's head began to faint, his fists became slower and slower, the Demon King Shield couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted in his heart: "Gua Wazi, you are a human being, what strength do you always compare with monsters, are you a cow or an elephant?" What about the boxing techniques you learned, have you fed them to the dogs? ”

A sentence woke up Locke, the bottleneck he had been holding was finally opened, yes, why do I have to compete with the enemy for strength, in addition to being the strongest strong man in the human race, what can I prove, I still have fist and Taoism, as well as the wind forest volcanic strength taught by General Chang, when did I become a reckless man who only knows brute force, what is the difference between me and before I joined Zhengyi.

The scene finally started to change, and Locke took all his hands back and began to defend. At first, all the Bloods were happy, thinking that Locke had given up and that victory was only a matter of time, but gradually they saw that something was wrong.

It's been five minutes since Locke started defending, but no matter how fast the Count tries to get his punches, he can't hit Locke in the head anymore.

Slowly, he noticed that Locke's hands were moving in a mysterious rhythm, which didn't look fast, but it blocked the angle of his punches, and the tattoos on his arms began to flash with golden light from time to time, and his fists hitting his arms obviously didn't cause much damage.

Seeing that he had been doing useless work, the Earl began to be a little anxious, and his fist speed increased again. Unfortunately, Locke gradually found his rhythm and entered a natural defensive state, no matter how many attacks, even if his eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of his punches, his arms could still block.

Under the Earl's stormy attack, Locke actually closed his eyes, which made the Earl on the opposite side angry, and the blood clan watching the battle next to him was also a little commotion.

Lee, who was standing on the deck, suddenly moved in his heart, closed his eyes and sensed, his spiritual sense passed through the deck to see the scene of Locke's two gladiatorial battles, and carefully observed Locke.

At this moment, in Locke's mind, the figure of the Void True Son Daoist gradually became clearer, and the four spirit fists that were left in the depths of his memory appeared again, and as the four spirit fists of the Void True Son Daoist hit faster and faster, a mighty spirit beast emerged in his mind.

It was the Four Spirit Xuanwu, the mountain-like body was not afraid of any wind and rain, and the spirit snake hidden under the body was enough to give a fatal blow to the attacking enemy, the two spirit beasts seemed to feel something, and they looked up to the sky in unison and roared, and behind them, a big mountain character was printed in the void and echoed with them.

In this battle with the Earl of the Blood Clan, there was neither the strangeness of spells nor the smoke of modern weapons, but with this crazy fist, Locke had an epiphany of the Xuanwu Zhentian style in the Four Spirit Fists, and it went one step further, and it was also integrated with the mountain character.

The count in front of Locke was about to collapse, he dared to say that he had not played so well for so many years, and his fist was so fast that he could barely see himself, and it was dissolved by a mere human with his eyes closed.

He began to think that this competition was a bit unfair, even if he won, he has nothing to be proud of, and looking at the posture is mostly a draw, what skills did this big man learn, and his defensive ability is so powerful.

While he was thinking wildly, the speed of his fist gradually slowed down, and finally revealed a flaw, and this moment of space was immediately captured by Locke, who had entered the Xuanwu Realm.

His eyes suddenly opened, and his right fist smashed into the earl's face like a snake out of a hole, and the sudden punch caught the earl off guard, and the punch was several times heavier than before, and finally, the earl, who was beaten to the head and couldn't control his body anymore, staggered back a few steps.

"Oh, yes!" John shouted excitedly, and Dana was relieved.

Locke didn't show any particular excitement, and stepped forward a few steps forward to support the earl under the gaze of everyone, "How is it, it's okay." ”

"You don't need to pretend, at first show weakness to the enemy, and then sneak attack, I really feel disgusted for you humans." The countess, who had just flirted with John, pushed Locke away, looked at him in disgust, and then asked about his kindred.

"No, I really couldn't beat this Earl before, but then under his attack, I learned a kind of boxing technique before, and I sincerely thank him." Locke said sincerely.

"Have you comprehended the Four Spirit Fist?" Dana asked in surprise.

"Yes, but after comprehending one of them, the master's kung fu is really broad and profound." Locke smiled at Dana.

"Yes, he realized it in battle, and this can't fool me." The hunched earl shook his head and straightened up, signaling to his companion that he was all right.

"Boy, this punch is a bit interesting, what's it called?" The earl also seemed to be a bold man, and when he saw the wonderful kung fu and the people who matched his eyes, he felt a little pity, and he first extended his hand to Locke, "My name is Petrov. Ivanovich Ivanov, usually people call me Peter. ”

The two big hands clasped tightly together, "Locke. Johnson, just call me Locke. The move just now was the Four Spirit Fist that I learned from the master, and I hadn't comprehended the mystery before. Speaking of which, I really have to thank you, if it weren't for you, I don't know how long it would have taken me to understand. ”

While the cabin was full of money from the blood clan, John squinted his eyes and complained: "Tsk, what a bloody plot, from rivals to friends, when are you going to hold a wedding." ”

None of the ears in the cabin were bad, and Peter and Locke's words had changed from the experience of communication.

"That's your companion?" Peter asked, with a stiff head in his head.

"It's okay, I don't mind if you teach him a lesson, just keep your breath." Locke replied with a shrug.