Bing Hu stood still, contemptuously punching again.

With the high-level early stage martial artist against the middle-level early stage warrior, there are four realms of high-level warriors, junior, intermediate, and high-level martial artists, if you count the difference between each realm and the early, middle, and peak three state differences, Bing Hu's punch to Man Jianghong spanned a full twelve levels, and it was completely crushing.

Each level in the martial arts has a clear ravine, representing a gap in strength. If the previous level is played against the next level, it is like a senior class against a lower level, and it is completely one-sided. Perhaps individual perverted beings can leapfrog and challenge in the same realm, and once they cross the realm, they will only be beaten.

For example, the battle between samurai mainly depends on physical fitness and skill experience, and those who are particularly strong can overstep the ranks and get rid of those who are weak. But once you cross the realm and face the martial artist, there is no other way than to be crushed. Because there is an all-round gap in skill and experience, and because a martial artist can use his true qi to regulate his body and stimulate his potential, the battle with a samurai is a completely different concept.

It's like someone is invincible in archery, and against a sharpshooter, the occasional sneak attack may work, but if it is a dignified battle, it will be bombarded to the point that there is no scum left.

So seeing Man Jianghong rushing over, Bing Hu simply punched alone, not in a hurry, not moving, not flashing, not playing tricks, not even running his true qi, and purely crushing it with brute force.

With a muffled "tom", Man Jianghong staggered back and slammed back into the wall. Although this time he was on guard, and in the process of retreating, he lost part of his strength, and was not beaten up like Fang Cai, but his internal organs turned over and over, all of them shifted their positions, and his whole body slid down against the wall like a piece of tissue paper, and he was clumped into a ball, barely supporting the ground with one hand, but a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

The realm is too low, even if he has a peerless body protection skill, once he meets a master, he will show his limitations.

The force of 2,000 kilograms is evenly distributed throughout the body, which is only equivalent to the force of 2 kilograms around the body, which is very small. But Bing Hu's fist speed was too fast, just like a boulder slowly pressing on his body and smashing on his body were completely different concepts, and the cool air flow in his body could not fully disperse the force in a very short moment. Moreover, when Bing Hu attacked for the first time, the true qi contained in his fist made Qingliu run a little sluggish when he made a sudden contact.

The broken door next to it suddenly opened, and a petite figure flashed out. Honglian squatted down with a wet towel in her hand and gently wiped the corners of Jiang Hong's face and mouth. Someone in the thug was about to move, but he was glared at by Bing Hu's eyes and snorted coldly, and immediately retracted obediently. A dignified high-level martial artist, he still has to rely on his subordinates to fight a water dog, won't he be laughed at when he spreads it?

Strictly speaking, although Bing Hu's first punch was not a sneak attack, it was suspected of being unprepared. At present, seeing that Man Jianghong's strength is nothing more than this, he naturally has to put on an upright appearance.

The cold water touched his forehead, and Man Jianghong was excited, and his dizzy mind sobered up. He gasped for a few breaths, but before he could speak, he stood up and grabbed Honglian's shoulders and pushed her back resolutely.

Honglian refused to enter the house, hugged Man Jianghong's arm tightly, her white little face was full of tear stains, showing a resolute and resolute expression that did not match her age.

Man Jianghong tried hard to stretch his eyebrows and eyes, smoothed a few strands of messy hair on Honglian's forehead, lowered his head and smiled slightly, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, watch my brother fight the tiger!" But he didn't know that he was clenching his teeth, his face was pale, and there were still blood scabs that had not been wiped off, and his appearance was really a little hideous.

Then he broke Red Lotus's fingers, quickly shoved her in, and closed the door.

He leaned against the door and gasped, one hand pulling the doorknob tighter. After more than half a minute, he saw that the red lotus inside was no longer pulling the door hard, so he let go of his hand and turned around, walking slowly but firmly towards Binghu, leaving a bloodstained human figure on the door panel.

If I fall, will this door still be kept?

If it was in the past, he would definitely run away. The act of hitting a stone with an egg is heroic, but it belongs to the category of tragic aesthetics, which is really not in line with the survival philosophy of a gangster.

But today, he can't retreat!

In fact, so far, he has not been seriously injured under the protection of Qingliu. Although his back was scraped when he crashed into the wall, he didn't lose much blood, but he received two heavy punches in a row and suffered two huge earthquakes back and forth, and the person felt slightly dizzy.

After all, my brother is not a big pig's foot with an invincible halo on his head!

The emotion is only fleeting, but the brain uses this rare respite to work at high speed, analyze the cause, and find a way to deal with it.

Bing Hu's 2,000-kilogram punch was not fully dispersed, and his chest was subjected to hundreds of kilograms, which was very uncomfortable for the heart and lungs, but it was not fatal. In any case, the total force of the whole body is still 2,000 kilograms, and it has not disappeared. This huge force knocked the whole person into the air, and the wall behind it cut off the way to retreat, so that the huge force was transmitted through the body to the hard wall.

However, the wall has a reaction force the moment the body touches!

The reaction force is born with the force, and there is no time for buffering.

And Qingliu was already a little sluggish when dissolving the power of Binghu's fist, and the reaction force of the butt heel was obviously slower to dissolve, and the effect was greatly reduced.

Musculoskeletal forces don't care about tens of kilograms of impact, and the internal organs can't stand it. Fortunately, the clear stream formed a protective layer in time, so that the destructive force slipped through the periphery of the cavity, so as to avoid the rupture of the organ and the hemorrhage.

The reason why the black jackal and the other thugs can't do damage is because they are weak, and because they are not fast enough. After Qingliu dispersed the attack power, he eliminated this power transfer in the movement. is like the punch that received Ah Feng in the reclamation area, because it was too weak and did not need to be unloaded, the body could resist hard. Although Bing Hu's punch was much more powerful, it was reasonable that he couldn't help himself, and it was the wall that blocked the unloading.

The lifeline of the body protection magic skill turned out to be the wall behind it!

Since there is no buffer time, can't I look for a buffer space?

After thinking about all this, Man Jianghong spit out a mouthful of blood foam, looked at Bing Hu and laughed!

You are ruthless enough, otherwise the master wouldn't be able to understand the trick. The master will thank you, thank you well!

The Poseidon Gang and others looked at each other, inexplicably, thinking that this kid was beaten and went crazy?

This time, Man Jianghong was crooked, not in a straight line, but slightly to the side, and naturally stood in the middle of the street around the flower bed. The street is more than 100 meters long, enough for him to retreat.

Bing Hu walked down from the sidewalk, his arms folded around his chest, and stood side by side with Bing Long and Bing Leopard, staring coldly at Man Jianghong ten meters away as if he were looking at a dead man.

Since Man Jianghong has been released, the murderous aura of the three martial artists has become the decoration of the embroidered pillow. However, he looked at the more than 100 people in front of him, and he was still a little puzzled. Damn, this formation is too grand, it's like treating the little master as a great grandmaster. Wait, there's a big hat in my hand, let's button it up first, and then I'll let them cast a mouse trap.

"Everyone, I am the ...... of the research institute"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Hong was startled, and his voice was hoarse and weird, almost inaudible.

Oops, vocal cord strain!

Qingliu only cared about protecting his internal organs just now, and directly gave up on organs that had nothing to do with his life. Under the tearing of dozens of kilograms, I don't know if this vocal cord is broken!

The Poseidon Gang couldn't help but be stunned. Could it be that the one who fought with them just now turned out to be a mute?

Behind the window, Honglian bit her lip and burst into tears.

Seeing that he wanted to speak, Bing Bao opened the folding fan and shook it, closed it with a "swish", rolled his eyes and sneered a few times, took two steps forward, arched his hands to both sides of the street, and said loudly:

"Folks, you've seen it too. The Poseidon Gang has always been bright and upright, benefiting one party. If it weren't for our protection, the town of Nanao would have been occupied by the Haisha Gang a long time ago. Today, this kid relied on his kung fu to make trouble here, and injured dozens of people, which is really unbearable for aunts, but unbearable for uncles. But our Poseidon Gang has never relied on more people to bully fewer people, just one-on-one according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, and whether to live or die depends on luck. If my second brother Bing Hu is killed or injured in the hands of this kid, he will only be blamed for his lack of skill, and the Poseidon Gang didn't say anything, so he will pat his ass ......and leave."

This leopard is really a talent, and his shameless words are righteous and awe-inspiring, and they are high-sounding!

Bing Hu didn't say much, he laughed cruelly, and his two fists the size of a sand bowl were twisted so that the joints rattled and strode forward.

There was no one on either side of the street, and people behind the windows nervously avoided peeking on both sides.

There was no one to support, and Man Jianghong didn't care, because he never expected to rely on those silent majority.

In Chen Wu's bare window, a tearful girl's face was revealed. There was a pain in his heart, and he withdrew his gaze after a glance.

By this time, no one from the institute has come, don't expect any savior!

It was as if he had returned to that summer night, and he was held in his chest and abdomen by a breath of air, almost exploding.

At that time, he did not escape, Uncle Zhu and Brother Da Niu did not escape.

He won't run away today.

The enemy is strong and I am weak, and the enemy is outnumbered. Say not afraid, that's false.

But there are some things, as long as there is still blood in the chest, you have to do it, and you can't back down!

In the world, if there are always some people doing stupid things, this life is too boring!

He lowered his head and stared, bowed and arrowed at his feet, took a long breath, and shot at Bing Hu like a dart.

Bing Hu didn't make the first move, and when his right fist hit, he took a block with his left arm. Man Jianghong shook a little, turned half a circle crookedly, and punched again after standing on his feet.

In this fight, the doubts in Bing Hu's heart were even worse.

This kid had just been punched by two punches of his own eight successful powers, and he was still jumping so happily? He had no moves at all, his arm strength was ordinary, and he didn't have any inner true qi, so why did he beat the crippled black jackal? You must know that although the black jackal has no brains, his body is the best material for the practice of kung fu by outsiders, and he is a real beginner-level martial artist.

After a few moves, Bing Hu saw the empty door, and another thunderous punch hit Man Jianghong's chest.

Man Jianghong withdrew twenty or thirty meters in a row before he eliminated the strength of his fist, and his heart said that this guy has a lot of strength, and his fist is as hard as a stone, I don't believe that you can still be so ruthless after hundreds of punches!

Seeing that Man Jianghong had retreated far away, a group of minions thought he was going to run away, and they were clamoring to pursue, but when they saw him stop, they didn't even need to take a breath, and rushed forward again.

Bing Hu frowned in disbelief.

Grandma is a bear, the evil door is evil! Lao Tzu can punch through the wall with one punch, why do you still beat this kid's bones with three punches, could it be that she has tossed too much on the girls recently, and her skills have been greatly reduced?

He glanced at his subordinates around him who were also stunned with their mouths slightly open, and suddenly blood gushed up, and Niu Jin came up, and he didn't think about it, just waiting for the other party to get close, he punched his chest like thunder, and he didn't think about any moves.

Man Jianghong still used the tactics of dealing with the black jackal, wanting to quickly exhaust his physical strength. But Bing Hu's strength is much higher than that of the black jackal, and one punch can knock a person dozens of meters away, and it is impossible for him not to take a breath. Now when I saw him hit myself in the chest, I was immediately overjoyed.

The chest is an important part of the human body, and it is the most likely to attract attacks. But Man Jianghong found that it was precisely because of the large area of the chest and the fact that it was in the middle and upper part of the body that the clear stream was also the fastest at dissolving the impact force. On the contrary, when the stick is knocked on the arm, the resolution speed is slower, and half of the body is instantly numb.

From this point of view, Qingliu is a defensive energy with healing and restorative properties, hidden near the chest cavity, which is very different from the true qi of the Taoists. True Qi also has the function of attack and defense, but it moves at will, runs in the meridians, and is stored in the dantian. And the clear stream seems to melt into the flesh and blood, and it doesn't need to be commanded by the mind, and it will be triggered instantly once it encounters danger. It's as if it's an instinctive reaction, like a trauma somewhere in the body, white blood cells immediately come forward to engulf and clear the field, platelets are coagulated and blocked, local fluid circulation is reduced, and even substances similar to cafe and phine are released to relieve pain.

With this dependence, it is enough to fight!

So every time Man Jianghong bluffed and attacked, he deliberately exposed the empty block in front of his chest, which was equivalent to hitting the opponent's fist with his chest. As for whether your fist can hit the opponent, it is not considered first. The top priority is to drag Bing Hu down before he feels strange.

What kind of trick is this? Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded.

The people of the town, the thugs of the Poseidon Gang, including Bing Long and Bing Hu, have never seen such a way of playing.

I'm afraid that throughout the ages, there has never been such a style of play.

Bing Hu always knocked Man Jianghong back a long way with one punch, but as soon as Man Jianghong retracted his foot, he immediately counterattacked back, without a pause in the middle, as if there was a spring under his feet.

The sound of "bang bang bang" was continuous, at first frightening, but later turned into a mockery of the Poseidon Gang.

In the quiet, only under the blowing of the sea breeze, the branches and leaves of a large camphor tree on the side of the street "swayed" gently, which seemed to echo the dull sound of "bangbang".

There are two apprentices, there are two masters, and this style of play is similar to the previous one. It's just that the black jackal takes the initiative, while the tiger chooses passively.

After a hundred punches, Bing Hu's speed slowed down significantly, stiff and clumsy like a robot. And the distance of Man Jianghong's retreat is getting shorter and shorter, and the speed of counterattack is getting faster and faster, and he can complete an attack in less than ten seconds.

Who has ever seen this kind of kraft candy warfare that is almost impossible to fight a scoundrel?

If you have skills that are far stronger than the other party, how can you be beaten again and again?

If it's too strong, why don't you fall down after taking so many punches?

Could it be that this is the legendary golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt in the rivers and lakes?

Binglong and Bing Leopard first thought of this problem, but it was a pity that they had not seen these two legendary miraculous skills, so they could not compare and crack them.

After more than two hundred punches, Bing Hu was out of breath, and the speed of his punches was even slower, but it was difficult to ride the tiger, and he had no face to change his moves, let alone dodge and retreat. Unless the enemy is killed with one punch, the name of a high-level martial artist will definitely be planted this time.

It's just that even a fool can see that if this situation continues, his future is really not optimistic.

In any case, as a high-level martial artist, no matter how stupid he is, he will not be stupid enough to go to the black. Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Bing Hu didn't care about anything else, so he shouted when Man Jianghong retreated, stomped on the ground with his feet staggered, his body slightly slumped and his shoulders lifted, and a layer of black gas suddenly appeared on his face.

Not good!

Man Jianghong instinctively felt the danger and realized that he had to interrupt the process of the other party's luck!

Now the attack is more urgent.

After hundreds of attacks, retreats, and attacks, all muscles and organs are highly coordinated, and the clear stream spreads throughout, making the body full of energy and feeling like flying.

He is not fighting, as if he is dancing to a mysterious rhythm, like a cloud, like a red-hot iron enjoying the hammer forging, about to be refined into steel.

The speed at which Qingliu disperses the attack power is getting faster and faster, the movement of the body unloading is becoming more and more proficient, and the ability of the muscles and organs themselves to resist blows has also been faintly improved.

At first, the knife on his body would be cracked and bleeding after each punch, and scattered on the street. But the speed of healing became faster and faster, and later a film of blood appeared on the inside of the wound, and a thick blood crust clotted on the outside, and not a single drop of blood splashed from the inside.

This red-hot iron ingot is about to be forged and preliminarily formed.