In this way, Xia Ming punched in the right cheek.

But this punch was not made by Wang Ling, but by Xia Ming himself.

The cultivator's fist technique is mostly malleable, that is to say, at the same time as this punch is played, the spiritual power molecules attached to the fist can be allowed to drive a part of the air, so that the invisible air and the spiritual power molecules can be combined to form an invisible "fist membrane" around the fist, and the thickness of the fist membrane can be thick or thin, mainly depending on the cultivator's control and grasp of his own spiritual power.

Therefore, when Xia Ming's punch was swung out and accepted the secret guidance of Wang Ling, he was actually unable to control it after reacting, and this punch hit Xia Ming himself in the face accurately.

And Wang Ling's extremely misleading body technique was just a work like a Tai Chi pusher, and Xia Ming's punch was resolved effortlessly.

However, this kind of body style looks a little inexplicable, and it looks like a god in the eyes of the real bigwigs of Gu Shunzhi and others, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is more like an oolong caused by Wang Ling dodging in a panic.

To put it bluntly, more people here feel that it is Wang Ling's luck that dominates the showdown.

"It's worthy of being the mascot of our school, and this luck is too good!"

"Yes, Xia Ming's set of "Turbulent Water Boxing Method" is known for its chaos and fastness, if there is no practice in place, it will play a sacrificial effect of injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred."

……

"......" Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Xia Ming couldn't help but fall silent.

God especially wounded the enemy and damaged himself by 800 ...... It's obviously the kid in front of you......

As an opponent, no one has a more intuitive feeling than Xia Ming, although Gu Shunzhi and the others have already seen the mystery of Wang Ling's body method, more people present are still in the dark. Only Xia Ming was alone in the face of Wang Ling's strange body style......

He didn't want to admit that a person who had been in the middle of the grades all the year round had won his hand in terms of body technique, so he had to silently break his teeth and swallow it into his stomach.

In fact, at this point in the battle, Xia Ming already felt that the outcome of this battle had been decided.

Wang Ling's body style was so strange that his boxing technique had nowhere to show it at all, and the other party deliberately guided his fist path like playing Tai Chi, but instead he was fighting, Xia Ming himself was injured by several punches.

After about a few more minutes, Xia Ming flew out with another punch.

This is the eleventh time that Xia Ming has been hit by his own punch and flew out of the ring.

At the beginning, Xia Ming also thought that there might be a problem with his boxing skills, so he changed his boxing path several times to attack Wang Ling, but the facts proved to be ...... This has nothing to do with boxing at all!

So much so that Xia Ming didn't even plan to use his boxing technique in the end! He pounced directly on the whole person, and began to perform a series of slammed attacks on Wang Ling regardless of the rules!

This kind of arrogant attitude like a hungry tiger pounces on food shocked everyone in the audience.

The principal's office, Principal Chen, Director Shi, and several physical education teachers are also watching the battle.

"Principal, what kind of boxing is this...... a PE teacher asked in shock.

"Wang Baquan." Principal Chen replied.

"Wang Baquan? What kind of punch is this? ”

"When you were a child, did you ever fight with the child next door for grabbing toys?"

"Well...... Hit ......"

"At that time, you were fighting with Wang Ba's punch."

“……”

"The so-called Wang Baquan is a freewheeling style that does not pay attention to any number of ways. There is a way to beat the master to death with a random fist, and this allusion comes from this. Principal Chen sighed.

"Then Wang Ling's body is also the same?"

"That's right, this is the Eight Bodies of the King...... Move with your heart, this is the highest state of the body. It's all about luck. Principal Chen sighed with emotion, sighing for Wang Ling's luck.

"......" teachers.

……

As Principal Chen said, Xia Ming's Wang Baquan method does not have a palm technique, in fact, this is just the most ordinary chaotic fist. However, if you use random punches, without using spiritual power, the consumption of physical energy will increase, and after a few sets of random punches, Xia Ming feels that his physical consumption has reached the limit.

On the other hand, Wang Ling's side has been dodging with his body from beginning to end, looking light-hearted......

Seeing Xia Ming's hatred in his eyes, Wang Ling finally realized the importance of acting.

Indeed, he acted a little too much, and if he had been fighting for so long, even if he didn't gasp, his face should be a little red.

So Wang Ling manually adjusted his complexion, adjusted himself to a slightly smoked state, and by the way, he also manually opened his sweat glands, and tried hard to hold back a few drops of sweat rolling down his cheeks, pretending to be very tired.

With this style of play, Wang Ling will not feel tired if he plays for hundreds of years, but Xia Ming is still an ordinary cultivator after all (compared to Wang Ling's case), and his physical fitness can never be endless.

Even if it has a natural advantage in the spiritual root, it also has certain limitations.

Wang Ling secretly opened Wang Tong and saw the physical fitness bar on Xia Ming's body, this is Wang Ling's "Big Data Technique", and some of the values that Wang Ling wants to see can be displayed in the form of a horizontal bar chart in the form of reading strips. For example, the current qi and blood value, the current spiritual energy value, and the physical energy value, etc......

Xia Ming's physical fitness value has now reached the limit, and he is only a little short of it, and he is about to fall completely.

Wang Ling took a deep breath, and he calculated the time for Xia Ming's next punch to attack.

So, just as Xia Ming roared and rushed over, Wang Ling's brain immediately started to run rapidly, he captured every movement of Xia Ming, and finally interpreted it into his brain one by one for simulation calculations, he wanted to accurately calculate Xia Ming's fist speed, the time it took to impact, and the time when he fell to the ground after exhausting the last trace of physical energy.

In the last punch, Wang Ling didn't plan to use his body skills to guide Xia Ming's boxing path, after all, Xia Ming had already been beaten badly by himself, and the previous dozens of punches were all hit in his face, his cheeks on both sides were swollen into walnuts, and even his nostrils were full of blood.

This scene made everyone sigh.

There were also discussions before, if any of the parties were beaten to the point of blood, they would take the initiative to come forward and persuade them......

But in the current situation, the students can't persuade at all!

The punch was fought by Xia Ming himself!

The injury was suffered by Xia Ming himself!

Every punch landed in your face!

How can they persuade them!

Xia Ming's last punch, Wang Ling chose a very tricky angle, from this angle, Xia Ming's punch looked like a hit in the eyes of everyone, but in fact, it didn't hit Wang Ling at all.

And after this punch fell, Xia Ming finally fell to the ground because of the exhaustion of his physical strength.

Wang Ling calculated the opportunity, fell to the ground with Xia Ming, and lay on the side......

Now Wang Ling suddenly understood how difficult it was for those old men and women who touched porcelain in Peiyuan District at the beginning.

This touch porcelain is really an "art" that emphasizes acting skills......