Devouring the Stars

"I didn't expect that after a few days of playing, instead of weakening your body, you began to become more hardened, and people became more cunning."

"Zhan Bolai, when has I, Lu Mantz, ever shown weakness to others?"

"Hehe, okay, just with your words, I must win you this time, and let you know that I am quietly changing your fate."

"That's a good point, but you're delusional."

"Rational denunciation, feeble moaning, look at what I do with you now."

So after Lu Manz finished speaking, he just stood there quietly, watching the every move of Zhan Bolai in front of him, Zhan Bolai first jumped up, and attacked with his hands and feet, Lu Manz was not in a hurry, and always suddenly dodged when he was about to get close to the ground, so that Zhan Bolai pounced.

So no matter how good Zhan Bolai's boxing skills are, no matter how vicious his kicking skills are, they can't be used.

Seeing this, Lumentz smiled triumphantly, as if he had achieved a great success of extraordinary pride.

At this time, Zhan Bolai was already a little out of breath, and Lu Manz had just begun to make some preparations for relaxation at this time, and compared with the physical strength of the two, Lu Manz had obviously begun to gain the upper hand.

And that Zhan Bolai, who was in the dust, probably regretted that he had worked so hard to deal with Lumanz in the first place.

After this swoop, his original contemptuous eyes suddenly became vigilant, and they opened their eyes as if they were steel balls, and they did not dare to relax their eyes for a moment.

Lummonds then exchanged himself with him with a rather perfunctory expression, and Na Zhan Bolai looked at him contemptuously, evidently a little annoyed.

He struck him again as if he were a brute bull, and the wise and brave Lumanz was shocked at this time, like the demeanor of a great matador, perhaps he was a more popular person in the Latin world, and the spirit of Spanish bullfighting was only exerted in him.

He was able to display such a methodical demeanor that he was amazed by his bullfighting spirit, but not only did he not observe any bullfighting, but he also had no idea from which country the bullfighting tradition had emerged.

His unchanging style of doing things deeply infected everyone in the audience, and soon a thunderous sound sounded in the audience.

Liu Nisi was wearing a sun hat at this time, and she was also shouting and cheering for her from the audience, and these were nothing more than distracting noises for her.

If there was any mental malaise in Lumantz, he would probably have immediately distracted him and been defeated, but he did not pay much attention to the women's applause, but just watched the movements of the men in front of him.

When Lumentz was alone with a woman, he realized the characteristics of Liu Niss's life, and knew what kind of girl he was, so he would not be surprised to hear her there to encourage him this time, so he pondered there very quietly, and then responded.

Zhan Bo's tricks were nothing more than ferocity, brutality and impatience, and on several occasions he almost hit Lumantz in the fragile eyes and throat with his arms and legs, and Lumantz hated it this time, and his originally gentle eyes instantly became fierce.

At this time, he finally began to use all his tricks, and at the same time, he also exerted every strength of his strength to the fullest.

Lumanz was usually a diligent practitioner, and at the same time, his character and character were deeply recognized by others, and even many who did not approve of him were increasingly admired because of his extraordinary level of kung fu.

Occasionally, he used his proud muscular bulging arms to control Lumantz at close range, and Lumantz was only controlled by him several times, as he tightened his arms and then controlled him vigorously while he grabbed Lumantz's neck and shoulder.

If these are not enough, he will quietly grab him by the hair from behind, and pull him as hard as he can, causing him to fall to the ground immediately and uncontrollably, and thus lose all effective opportunities for self-defense and counterattack.

Lumanz is not a broiler, no matter what kind of control and threats he receives, he will jump up and down violently, burrow his head into the armpit of the guy Zhan Bolai, and then turn to control Zhan Bolai.

He pulled Zhan Bolai's arms behind him and said to him, "If you go on like this, do you deny losing?" ”

"I'd rather die than admit defeat, I'm just not convinced, you can confront me."

"It's all the same people, what's there that can't be dealt with?"

"Everyone has his own aspirations, and what he wants to obtain is as perfect as possible, as noble as possible. Today, as long as you find your fallacies and backwardness, I will be able to help you accomplish it."

Before Lumanz could finish his sentence, he noticed that Zhan Bolai had kicked him while he was distracted by his speech, and hit him in the left arm, causing his arm to twist and begin to hurt sharply.

There Lumanz exclaimed, and looked at Zhan Bolai with his hateful and angry eyes......

He was obviously angry, but he quickly restrained his emotions, he wanted to use his real strength to deal with the opponent in front of him, and anger and cowardice were not conducive to him to use his kung fu, so he was able to adjust his mind and body, and others did not dare to act rashly against him, and even that Zhan Bolai began to concentrate and felt a little inexplicable looking at his eyes and movements

At this time, the audience was stunned by such a moment, and they all held their breath, as if they had discovered all the accidents that were extremely rare in the world.

Lu Mantz fought with him almost indistinguishably every second of punches and kicks, and Lu Mantz used light skills and three miles of palms to deal with Zhan Bo at this time.

In order to learn Sanli Zhang, Lu Mantz used to study hard at the water's edge or by the well, and after dozens of months of the world, Lu Mantz quietly relaxed his body and mind, because he finally practiced.

When he threw his fist or palmed the ground, three miles away, he was able to smash the peaceful sleep in the distance into a large piece of turbulent waves