The battle between Tang Yun and Feng Teng lasted much longer than an ordinary ring match. After all, it was a private fight without referees and rules, no rounds, no points, and no breaks in between. The amount of physical energy consumed by fighting for more than twenty minutes in one breath is far more than the ten to twelve rounds in a regular fighting competition.

Feng Teng was somewhat discouraged by this "hand-holding", he could hardly understand where Tang Yun had learned so many miscellaneous fighting techniques, and he could really hold up in his hands for so long. Especially how can his cheap nephew be so durable, how many times he has been hit hard inside and out, but he always shakes his shoulders and pulls away again. Feng Teng, who had the upper hand, was sweating profusely and gasping for breath. But Tang Yun was still the same as when he first stepped into the ring, his face was not red and his heart was not beating. Except for the sweat stains looming behind the white T-shirt, it was almost impossible to tell that he had been fighting in the ring for nearly half an hour.

Purely talking about martial arts, Feng Teng is indeed the strongest opponent Tang Yun has met in his life. His fists and feet are far from being comparable to Awl, Du Feng and others. It has to be on the same level as Yubone, Geng Lin, Du Ruicheng and others, maybe it will be more than that. But these are all battles in the ring, and the awl mecha is top-notch and always hides two deadly daggers. Fishbones is playing assassination, and the comprehensive combat skills may really be like the ranking on the Blade Assassin list, which can rank in the top three of the Federation. Not to mention Geng Lin, his real value lies in real warfare, his sensitivity to the jungle or street fighting environment, overall planning, and command ability, the value of these abilities is far greater than his already sharp enough federal fist.

Du Feng and Du Ruicheng's words...... The actual combat effectiveness of these two guys is still worrying, no matter what their temperament and appearance are, Donghu Dushi is a bit good-tempered. Although the fists are hard, there is nothing worth mentioning to kill. Such a group of people suffered a catastrophe in the war, and I have to say that the decline of the East Lake Du clan does make people feel unfair.

is like his master Hong Weinan, an honest and real martial artist, but he can't get a head and face, and he can't eat in his own circle at all. was beaten by Feng Teng in his twilight years, which was as unfair as being seriously injured. Just like Professor Song Jiarong of Songyan University in the Northern Regions, before he betrayed the 4th camp, he stayed in school after graduation and honestly became a teacher for so many years, but he couldn't make a name for himself in the academic circle. It's just like the injustice of countless honest people who are mixed in with society and do nothing.

What kind of person is the most "open-minded"? Song Jiarong, who took refuge in the Hengxing chaebol? Gao Xuan's father at Songyan University in the Northern Regions? Or...... Feng Teng on the other side? Suddenly, Tang Yun felt that the world itself was very boring. And this "hand-holding" is as boring as this world. It's not fun, but it's relaxing. After all, this rhythm is simply child's play for Tang Yun, who is accustomed to life and death wars.

"Fighting" and "fighting" are a thousand miles apart.

There were no crystals, no etheric armor, no plate knives and poisoned daggers made for him by the 4th Battalion, and there was no sword saint golden sword left by Varro. It's completely a bare-handed hand-to-hand #fight. It's hard to get a three-punch and two-kick deal with the drama of a fight against a martial arts connoisseur. But again, he is not facing an apocalyptic puppet, not a mecha, a beast armor, or a biochemical beast. There are also no guns, weapons and exoskeletons. It is also impossible to inflict fatal damage on oneself at once. Above the ring, the flesh and blood battle in the guardrail. This slow rhythm is not worthy of being called a battle at all, for Tang Yun, a person who has struggled between life and death for many years, this can only be regarded as some kind of game game.

Between the fists and feet, Feng Teng's dragon-shaped leg of an ancient Yi fist flipped over his crotch and kicked Tang Yun's waist. After fighting for so long, Rao is as strong as Feng Teng, and his body shape and fists and feet can't be controlled, and this kick finally reveals a flaw! Tang Yun slid to the right and flashed, and his left hand backhanded down to grab Feng Teng's ankle. The center of gravity of the body flung forward, and the right elbow was about to smash into Feng Teng's knee. Knee-bending of the Seven Killings of Shadowmare!

With Tang Yun's strength, if he smashed it this time, he would inevitably abolish one of Feng Teng's legs. Just when Feng Teng shouted "ahh The elbow that was about to hit the knee was forced to go up and push forward!

One move of the Shadow Nightmare Seven Kills became so stiff that it became the most standard lunge elbow in the ancient Baji Boxing, and when the chest pushed Feng Teng out!

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Feng Teng was already close to exhaustion, and he received another heavy blow to his chest. After falling to the ground, he struggled a few times, but he couldn't get up all at once. Pushing the ground of the ring with both hands, his body rubbed against the ground and moved back, leaning his back against the ring fence before he barely sat up. He looked up at Tang Yun, who was standing in front of him and didn't use the "floor technique" to pursue him, and roared through gritted teeth.

"Good! The wings are stiff, and they can endure! I don't recognize my master and uncle anymore! ”

Tang Yun was silent for a few seconds, "I studied the Eight Extremes, not Xingyi. You are not my master, my master is Hong Weinan! ”

"Hahaha! Your master is Hong Weinan? Look at your punches, patchwork, miscellaneous, and eight? You've got 80 poles, 800 poles! If the ancestor of Bajiquan was still alive, his face would have been lost by your kid a long time ago! Coughing violently twice, Feng Teng scolded almost hoarsely. Let the military arrest me as an apocalypse spy and ruin me! Ruined the Feng family! Spread the news that Hong Weinan's apprentice defeated my Feng Teng! Ruined my reputation and achieved your Tang boy's prestige? Ok, good, good! Are you satisfied? ”

"Not satisfied! I don't want to affect the life of the Feng family, and I don't want to be famous in the martial arts world. I came back to pick up my mother! ”

"Pick up your mother? Just to pick up your mother, why don't you go directly to the Feng family to ask for someone? Not uncommon in the martial arts world? It's not uncommon for you to come all the way to Bozeman and beat my apprentice! Stand out for Hong Weinan? You hate me, you hate me for sending you to the apocalypse, you are here to take revenge! As the saying goes, 'don't raise anyone'! The Feng family has raised you, you frozen snake is about to spit out letters, you white-eyed wolf is about to bite! ”

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Tang Yun looked straight at Feng Teng, listened to his muttering angry scolding, and was silent again for a long time. For his own experience and his childhood, Tang Yun can't see through or understand many things. But he knew that his feelings were real, real. He didn't want to argue too much about the relationship between himself and the Feng family. Because that doesn't seem important, and it's hard to tell.