Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Golden Right Foot

Mo Qing stood beneath the current, throwing a slow and heavy punch.

Under the impact of the waterfall, the fist gloves in his hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and Mo Qing looked awkward when he saw himself punching.

Who can you hit with such a slow fist? There is still a little hope for snails, but it may be more difficult to fight turtles.

But the stall man next to him said: "Yes, you did a good job, you were finally able to stand under the water one day yesterday, and today you can try to punch slowly, you not only have mastered some special surnames of water, but also your body is much stronger." ”

Mo Qing couldn't speak under the rapids of the waterfall, but he didn't agree with it in his heart.

How much stronger can you get in two days?

After persevering for an hour, Mo Qing's physical strength reached the limit again, his legs became weak, and he was washed down the pool by the waterfall.

"Okay, it's almost time, aren't you planning to go to the meteorite fair tomorrow, that's all for today, when you come back from the fair tomorrow night, come and train yourself, I have something to do in the past few days, so I can't teach you." ”

Mo Qing was overjoyed in his heart, hurriedly got up from the pool, poured down a bottle of physical strength potion, and then dragged back with heavy steps.

Taking advantage of the night to return to the family castle, Mo Qing put the black iron armor weighing 100 catties on his body into the boundary stone before entering the castle, and then came to the family's training ground first.

Taking off his armor, Mo Qing felt as light as a swallow, and he really wanted to immediately try whether his two days of hellish training had any effect.

There was no one in the training ground anymore, and Mo Qing entered the room alone and came to the front of the boxing testing machine.

Turning on the machine, he shook his arm, Mo Qing took a deep breath, and punched the testing machine continuously!

Without using spiral strength, Mo Qing was just a simple fist, and bombarded the testing machine with punch by punch.

"Boom, boom!"

Ten seconds is up!

The testing machine stopped automatically, and Mo Qing actually had a feeling of unfinished.

These days, he has been wearing armor and punching under the waterfall, Mo Qing is almost depressed to death, and today he finally punched happily, and he really wanted to fight a little more.

But still have to look at the results, Mo Qing looked at the numbers on the screen and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Mo Qing, an average of 3.2 punches per second, with a power of 223 kilograms per punch, the early stage of a second-level boxer!"

You must know that Mo Qing's test when he came out of the abandoned valley was only a late-stage first-level fighter, close to the level of his peak.

Unexpectedly, after two days of punching under the waterfall, the physical training was so strong that it directly impacted the stage of the first-level boxer and reached the early stage of the second-level fighter.

And looking at this, after a few more days of training, Mo Qing will even be able to reach the middle stage of the second-level boxer!

This speed is like a rocket, Mo Qing couldn't help but be excited, jumped nearly a meter high, and waved his hand excitedly: "I'm really a genius!"

Before the words fell, a sneer came from the door: "Hmph! I don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

"Who?"

Mo Qing almost flashed his waist when he landed, he was angry, and when he looked back, he saw Mo Zhu standing at the door of the test hall, looking at Mo Qing with an angry face.

Seeing that Mo Qing stopped, Mo Zhu walked towards Mo Qing quickly.

Mo Qing suddenly became vigilant, Mo Zhu is a third-level boxer, and he is in the late stage of the third-level fighter, much higher than himself, if he does it, he has to be more careful, and if he doesn't do it well, he will suffer a big loss.

Mo Zhu quickly walked to Mo Qing's side, glanced at the big screen, and showed a shocked expression in his eyes: "You actually concealed your strength last time!"

Mo Qing glanced at him coldly: "Is it necessary for me to hide my strength?"

"Why not, if you don't hide your strength, how can you go from a first-level fighter to a second-level early stage in a week? Oh! I know, you deliberately concealed your strength for fear that someone would find out that you killed Mo Huai!"

Mo Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, did Mo Zhu know something? Impossible, he shouldn't know, this matter has not been mentioned by the family until now, it should be in the past.

But Mo Zhu seemed to understand something: "It must be like this, Mo Huai is a second-level boxer, how can you, a first-level boxer, kill him?" It is because of this that no one doubts you, but in fact, you are also a second-level boxer, you do this just to not arouse the suspicion of others, it must be like this!"

"Crazy!

Mo Qing got up and was about to leave, since Mo Zhu didn't know anything, then he didn't have to bother with him.

"Don't want to leave! You killed Mo Huai, do you think you can still go? I am his brother, and I will avenge my brother today!"

Mo Zhu flashed and stopped in front of Mo Qing: "Mo Qing, you can't go!"

Mo Qing's face turned cold: "Mo Zhu, you'd better get out of the way, there is a monitor in the family's test hall, and there is nothing to hide from what you do, if you are unreasonable again, don't blame me for being polite!"

"Hmph, you're still in the mood to worry about me, I'm a third-level boxer, you still worry about yourself!"

As Mo Zhu spoke, he suddenly attacked, his body shook, and his right leg swept straight to Mo Qing's cheek.

Mo Zhu is a special figure in the family, others pay attention to the cultivation of boxing, but he practices more leg techniques, once did not punch out, and simply defeated fighters of the same level with leg methods.

He even gave himself the title of "Golden Right Foot", which is said to be a particularly good kung fu practice on the right foot.

With a kick, the momentum sank, Mo Qing's body dodged back, and Mo Zhu immediately followed with a bounce, and the chain of flying feet went straight to Mo Qing's chest.

"Bang Bang!"

"Ugh!"

Mo Qing snorted, the opponent's leg was very fast, and he couldn't dodge it a little, so he had to resist with his arm.

A kick kicked Mo Qing's chest through his arm, Mo Qing suddenly felt stuffy in his chest, took several steps back in a row, and almost fell to the ground.

"Why? Does it hurt? This is just the beginning, and then let's taste hell!"

Mo Zhu stepped forward again, almost all of his right leg attacked, blow after blow, and Mo Qing had no power to fight back.

The opponent's leg mana is too great, after all, the realm is much worse, Mo Qing is very depressed in this battle, knowing that if this continues, sooner or later he will be defeated by Mo Zhu.

"Whoosh!"

Mo Zhu kicked again, and Mo Qing defended and retreated again and again.

Mo Zhu saw Mo Qing retreating, laughed, his body rose in the air, and shouted: "Mo Qing, I want to avenge Mo Huai, go to death!

With his feet facing forward, Mo Zhu's body spun and went straight to Mo Qing's chest.

Now Mo Qing is retreating, his body can't dodge, if Mo Zhu's chain piercing leg hits, it will be a series of attacks, which can definitely bring huge damage to Mo Qing.

Since Mo Qing couldn't dodge, he simply didn't dodge, gritted his teeth fiercely, his lips were oozing blood, he raised the index finger of his right hand, and a little golden blue light flashed on his fingertips, and his eyes watched the other party's heart-piercing leg attack without blinking.

"It's now!"

Mo Qing saw the opportunity, and suddenly pointed out, right in the middle of Mo Zhu's left foot!

And Mo Zhu's right foot also kicked Mo Qing's chest at the same time, and Mo Qing's body was kicked into the air and flew up, falling directly seven or eight meters away, hitting the wall heavily.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Mo Qing did not fall, but stood up slowly, looking coldly at Mo Zhu opposite.

Mo Zhu's left foot was pierced by Mo Qing with a hole in the center of his left foot, and he was bleeding nonstop, and now he was limping there, scolding Mo Qing angrily: "Bastard, you must have used a weapon, right?"

"No weapons are needed to deal with you. ”

"You can't run away, and if you use a weapon, it's bound to be recorded by the monitor. ”

Mo Zhu said fiercely, and suddenly laughed again: "Idiot, don't you know my name? My name is Golden Right Foot, what's the use of you killing my left foot? My combat power is still there, next, you're finished!"

Mo Qing tried his best to straighten up, wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand, and looked at Mo Zhu with a sneer: "Yes, yes, I know you are called the golden right foot, but don't forget, the most important thing in using leg power is not the leg responsible for attacking, but the leg that is the axis!"

As soon as he heard Mo Qing's words, Mo Zhu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "What did you say?"

"I'm saying, the axis of your current attack has been abolished by me, and the injured left foot is not enough to support you to use your right leg anymore, and your fist [***] strength is not good, Mozhu, you are the one who is finished now!"

As he spoke, Mo Qing strode towards Mo Zhu, his fists clattering, and his pace became faster and faster!

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