A sandbag filled with iron sand weighs nearly three hundred pounds, and it is almost impossible for an ordinary person to break it through with his fists.

In fact, Ye Feng also felt that this was a bit too much for Du Fei, however, Du Fei didn't say a word, and after resting for less than five minutes, he took it away towards the iron sand over there.

"If I ask you to fight, will you fight?" Ye Feng asked.

"Since you teach me sincerely, then... You are my teacher, and I will do whatever you say. Du Fei replied.

Ye Feng nodded slightly, and said, "Then, do you think you can use your fists to pierce that iron sandbag?" ”

"If one punch doesn't work, then ten punches."

"Ten punches won't work, then a hundred punches."

"A hundred punches are not enough, so keep fighting."

"What you said, kung fu is about killing people, and the process is not important."

As he spoke, Du Fei poured a large bucket of water on his body, punched it, and slammed it on the iron sandbag.

After a hundred punches, Du Fei's fist was already a blur of flesh and blood, and the same position of the iron sandbag was covered with blood, he believed that the dripping water pierced the stone, and he kept hitting that place, and there was always a time to pierce it.

Looking at Du Fei's reaction over there, a trace of relief flashed on Ye Feng's face.

He fell asleep again, and when he awoke, it was already dawn.

Du Fei was still hitting the sandbag, and after the night passed, no one knew how many punches he had punched on the sandbag, and the sandbag showed no signs of being blown through.

Ye Feng didn't say anything, and cooked the ingredients on this rooftop with the ingredients sent by the person who delivered the equipment yesterday.

In the morning, noon, and evening, Du Fei spent the rest of his time punching sandbags except for the time to eat.

Boring, numb, and boring.

However, Ye Feng found that Du Fei's body gradually condensed a breath of qi, and that breath was what Ye Feng wanted.

One day and one night, twenty-four hours, Du Fei slammed on the iron sand belt without sleep.

Ye Feng was waiting next to him, waiting for him to keep beating like this... Hit all the time...

It was early in the morning again, thirty-eight minutes past three o'clock, twenty-seven hours.

A roar woke Ye Feng from his sleep, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that Du Fei, whose eyes were bloodshot, was like a beast, and his throat was more like something stuck, constantly letting out a heavy roar.

Rumble...

A punch fell, making a dull sound, and the sandbag was blasted open a hole, and Du Fei's entire fist was submerged in the sandbag.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Ye Feng stood up, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was Du Fei, there was no emotion on his face, I saw him gently pull his hand out of the iron sandbag, those fists were already blurred with flesh and blood, and even, he could vaguely see the gloomy white bones.

"Pierced, twenty-seven hours, twenty-eight thousand five hundred and seventy-three punches, this sandbag, I pierced through."

Ye Feng was surprised, he didn't expect this guy to actually write down the number of his punches while boxing.

"Rest, tomorrow's so-called karate master can't withstand your punch."

Ye Feng said simply, and then threw a bottle of high-concentration alcohol liquor to Du Fei's side, and at the same time, there was a roll of gauze.

Du Fei took the bottle of liquor, bit the lid open, and poured all the wine inside on top of his fists.

It was as if sulfuric acid was poured on the flesh and blood, and the bloody fists immediately foamed at the white foam, Du Fei had already felt numb to these fists, but at this time, it was a sharp pain that frantically tore at his nerves.

After cleaning up, Du Fei just gasped and didn't snort.

Then, he drained his hands and wrapped the gauze around his fists as if they had been amputated.

Ye Feng looked at the time in his hand and said, "It's almost dawn, tomorrow, can you fight?" ”

"Yes."

"Okay, you can sleep."

As soon as Ye Feng finished saying this, Du Fei over there fell to the ground with a bang, and in just three seconds, Du Fei's snoring came from there.

....

It was dawn, the weather was not good, the void was covered with dark clouds, and from time to time a light rain would fall.

Today, the news that Fu Long, the president of the Karate Society, wants to single out Du Fei, the president of the Guoshu Society, has spread throughout Puhai University more than a week ago.

Today, the day has finally arrived.

There were quite a few people who came to watch the battle, nearly 300 people came back and forth, and all of these people were members of the major clubs of Puhai University.

Taekwondo, karate, judo, basketball, football and even badminton... In almost every club, there will be a lot of members who come to watch the game.

It's not so much to watch the battle, but to see the jokes of the Guoshu Society.

Last time, a group of people came from the karate, and beat the members of the Guoshu Society to the ground one by one and couldn't speak, and finally they wanted to throw a sign of the sick man of East Asia to this Guoshu Society.

After that time, the Guoshu Society was disgraced and was completely branded as a waste at Puhai University.

And today, Fu Long, the president of the Karate Society, singled out Du Fei, if Du Fei lost, the Guoshu Society would be disbanded on the spot.

No one is optimistic about Du Fei, just like the video circulating on the Internet not long ago, boxers vs. martial arts masters, no one is optimistic about martial arts masters.

A circle was formed in the middle of the Guoshu Pavilion and a temporary ring was made, and hundreds of people stood around this circle, and there were many voices and discussions.

At this time, Fu Long, who was wearing a karate uniform and a blue belt around his waist, walked over to this side under the guidance of a group of karate members.

He is like a boxing champion ascending the throne, and his gestures are full of arrogance.

I saw him come to the ring, raised his hands, looked around, and shouted: "Du Fei, come out, see if I don't kick your bird." ”

The language was rude and arrogant, causing the members of the other societies around him to laugh.

Without any response, Fu Long shouted again: "Du Fei, get out, Lao Tzu is here, what about you?" ”

That's right, what about Du Feiren?

From the beginning to the present, it seems that no one has seen Du Fei, this guy doesn't seem to be in the Guoshu Society.

"Could it be that he was cowardly and didn't dare to come?"

"Grass, it's really a soft egg, and I don't even have the courage to go on stage."

"I think this Guoshu Society is really embarrassed and thrown home, from top to bottom, no one has backbone, damn, forget it, it's boring, the Guoshu Society will be disbanded."

All kinds of discussions and burial sounds sounded, Fu Long also frowned, he looked at the black monkey, and said viciously: "Monkey, where is your president?" Damn, it shouldn't be scared to pee, so I changed my pants, right? ”