Bang!

On the ring of the dock entertainment city, Lei Hu used his hard qigong and threw a heavy punch like a cannonball, colliding with the majestic iron fist on the opposite side, making a muffled bang.

A majestic force roared from the fist, the arm joints made a crackling sound, and some could not resist the surging explosive force, and Lei Hu's tall and strong body kicked back three steps in a row.

But before he could completely calm down the agitated qi and blood in his body, a sharp iron fist had already roared.

The fist rubbed against the air and made a sharp sound, and it was obvious that the speed of this punch was incredibly fast, and the power should not be underestimated.

Lei Hu stretched out his hand to block, and with the huge force transmitted back from his arm, he suddenly squatted on the ground and swept out with one leg.

Yan Zhendong on the opposite side was unmoved, the skin of his exposed calves suddenly collapsed, and he carried Lei Hu's extremely sharp whip legs, and his body moved half a meter in the ring.

He is not a vegetarian either, and his other leg is close to the ground and goes straight to the base of Lei Hu's thigh.

Just swept out of one leg, did not hurt Yan Zhendong's supporting leg, but was shocked by the huge strength from the leg, the blood and blood surged, and the leg bone was in severe pain, seeing that the opponent was unceremoniously shoveled with one leg, Lei Hu was shocked and folded his hands and slapped forward, just on the foot surface that was as hard as steel from the flying shovel.

With the help of his hand, he sent back a huge anti-shock force, flew backwards to avoid the fierce shovel legs, and landed steadily on the ground of the ring three meters away.

It was not uncomfortable for the qi and blood to run around his body, and he suffered from the extremely strong anti-shock strength one after another, and the superimposed shocks made it difficult to calm down the qi and blood in his body.

Yan Zhendong didn't intend to give him a chance to breathe at all, and rushed forward in a few steps to kill Lei Hu, clenching his fists with both hands like a dragon going out to sea and blasting out in a row.

Fight!

At this time, Lei Hu's body qi and blood disorder had not yet calmed down, and seeing that the opponent did not give him a chance to breathe, he secretly gritted his teeth and rushed forward, and the strength of his upper body was condensed on his fists and roared out.

The two of them fought fast, only to see two figures in the ring flipping and turning, and it was almost impossible to tell whether it was real or illusory with their fists and feet roaring.

The sound of the fierce collision was endless, and the flying fists and feet brought the debut loud and explosive roar.

This is definitely a wonderful showdown, and it is also a ring fight that makes hundreds of spectators enthusiastic and screaming.

The famous Zhongyi Hall Lei Hu Tiger Master, against the recently famous Qilu Iron Cloth Shirt Yan Zhendong, the competition has entered the white-hot from the beginning, both of them are senior masters of Mingjin, and they dare not be careless.

Shooting is their most powerful ability, Lei Hu's military fighting skills are extremely sharp, almost everything, or fists or palms or claws or legs, as long as it is able to attack, it is turned into the most violent attack weapon.

Yan Zhendong's methods were even more aggressive, a pair of iron fists roared vertically and horizontally with fierce strength, his legs opened and closed as if he were cutting an axe, galloping vertically and horizontally to the extreme.

The most terrifying thing is that his punches and kicks are not only fierce and domineering, but every attack brings extremely powerful and huge force damage, regardless of punches and kicks.

In contrast, Lei Hu is much inferior, he can use most of his body's strength, but he can't take care of his fists and feet, that is, he has a fierce and domineering attack on his fists, but he can't carry strong strength on his legs and feet.

The reverse is the same, the legs and feet are strong and strong, and even if the fists can be strong, the power is much weaker.

This is the gap between the middle stage of Ming Jin, and the late stage of Ming Jin, and even the peak level!

It can't be seen in a short time, but after a long time, the impact of mutual bombardment will soon appear, and there is a strict test of the body's ability to bear it.

The battle between Lei Hu and Yan Zhendong just verifies this!

Within fifty moves, Lei Hu can rely on his blood and courage and exquisite and powerful methods, and he can fight with Yan Zhendong on a par with him.

After fifty moves, the body was subjected to great anti-shock pressure, the qi and blood disorders in the body, the tremors of muscles and bones, and the body parts that were severely affected by the anti-shock force, all greatly affected the combat power of Lei Hu.

In the next thirty moves, he could only attack less and defend more, and in the end he even lost the ability to counterattack.

After eighty moves, the defeat of Thunder Tiger is decided!

Bang!

Fighting for the risk of cracking the bones of his fists, he gritted his teeth and fought hard with Yan Zhendong, and another wave of huge anti-shock momentum surged, ignoring the sharp pain transmitted back from his fists and arms, his body flew upside down like a parabola, and fell directly to the edge of the ring.

"I throw in the towel!"

He didn't continue to be reckless, he jumped out of the ring directly and let Yan Zhendong pounce on him, his face was calm, his forehead was sweating, and he gasped for breath, like a bellows of crazy agitation.

There was a bruise all over his body, and all the parts that were invaded by Yan Zhendong's fists and feet were full of sharp pain at this time, if it weren't for his strong willpower, I am afraid that he would have been unable to help rolling and wailing.

But even so, at this time, his state is not very good, and it is extremely difficult to even move a step.

It's just that he didn't blame Yan Zhendong at all, but his heart was quite excited.

In a fierce battle with Yan Zhendong, although the qi and blood in his body were shaken again and again, and his muscles and bones were not lightly injured, he also touched the threshold of the late Ming Jin.

Sure enough, high-intensity, high-risk fierce battles are the best way to improve the realm of national arts!

"Take!"

In the ring, Yan Zhendong stood with his hands closed, clasped his fists with both hands and saluted Lei Hu, turned around and jumped off the other side of the ring, and strode away from the player's tunnel amid the frantic shouts and cheers of the audience.

No one noticed that Yan Zhendong's hands hanging by his side were trembling slightly.

Obviously, fighting for 80 rounds with a Ming Jin mid-term player like Lei Hu will not hurt him lightly, but Yan Zhendong is the final victor, and others don't think much about it.

"Ah Hu is okay, right?"

Lin Shirong, who had been standing on the edge of the ring, noticed that something was wrong, and immediately rushed to Lei Hu, who was standing still, and asked loudly with an eager face, his eyes began to redden.

"It's okay, when I calm down the qi and blood stirring in my body, there will be no problem!"

Shaking his head, Lei Hu's expression was calm as usual, and he loudly comforted the anxious Lin Shirong. Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to take a step and leave the athlete's tunnel as if nothing happened.

As for the deafening boos from the audience, he didn't care at all, as if he didn't hear it, his expression was calm, but Lin Shirong, who left with him, was embarrassed and embarrassed, as if he was the one who was booed by the audience, and his face was not thick enough.

"The grass is Nai's, it hurts Lao Tzu to death!"

When he returned to the players' lounge, Lei Hu could no longer hold back his master's demeanor, and exhaled in pain with his teeth cracked......