C156 Student Strength
C156 Student Strength
"Humph!"
The student coldly snorted. He's always been on the battlefield of life and death, and a little bodyguard like him was more worthy of looking at.
The drunk man knew that he had weakened a bit from the start, but as the saying goes, a strong man makes a brave man. He raised his hand and finished the second pot with a single gulp, then accurately dropped the empty bottle into the trash can not far away.
The drunkard's body was upside down, his footsteps were messy, and he was dancing with joy. There was no pattern to his actions, as if he was drinking wine crazily.
"Hu!"
The drunkard suddenly threw a punch and the student dodged it with his face turned to the side.
But the next moment, his body was moving forward due to the gravity, and the drunk man grabbed onto Shen Dejian's body.
The student took a step forward and steadied his body. He held Shen Dejian's body tightly with one hand and said with a smile, "Drunken Punch? It's just that I don't know if it's Immortal Drunken or Drunken Luohan. "
Drunken hand 'cup holder', also known as' cup holder ', is one of the main hand styles in drunk boxing.
With the middle finger, ring finger, pinky, little finger, thumb and index finger open slightly bent, shaped into crab pincers, mainly point fist, attack style a bit, hit, pinch, rush, press, lattice, belt, entanglement and other methods.
"Han Zhongli. Drunken Steps, hug the pinnacle of your heart."
Knee up, flank, lead forward, carry flying shoulder.
The drunkard reeked of alcohol. The student was hit in the chest and took two steps back. Shen Dejian dropped his hand from his grasp.
The student was not angry, he extended his hand to loosen his chest, it had been a long time since he last met a Huawu expert, he immediately looked at the drunkard with excitement.
Once the person succeeded, the drunkard flipped his hand and carried the person on his back before turning around and running away.
The student was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he ran as though he was running, thinking that it was a pretty good idea.
With a flash, he took a few steps and appeared in front of the drunk man in the blink of an eye, blocking his way.
"It's rare to meet a genuine Eight Drinking Immortal Huawu expert, why are you in such a hurry to leave? "Why don't we compare notes?"
The drunkard laughed and said, "You are too polite, little brother. I have some matters to attend to now. In the future, when I have time, I will spar with you."
"In the future?" "There's no need for that later. I think it's suitable for now."
After saying that, the student started talking with him. He directly launched an attack, blasting out a punch, and even the air produced a sound from his high speed explosion. It was as if the entire air had exploded.
Seeing this, the drunk man's face became unsightly. He did not expect the speed of the opponent's punch to cause a sonic boom. He only wondered how fast and how much power this punch contained.
However, Shen Dejian on his back was unable to display his full strength, so he could only flip his hand, sending Shen Dejian, who was on his back, flying into the distance.
"Lu Dongbin, drunk with the strength of a thousand kilograms."
The drunkard had one hand like a arrow, aiming straight for Huang Long.
The two fists of different sizes clashed against each other.
"Bam!"
The air currents spread out to the surroundings. The fake plants placed next to the door were like the autumn wind blowing past, their leaves falling down.
"Humph!"
The drunkard groaned as blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He had thought that the students would be powerful, but he had never expected them to be so powerful. After exchanging punches, he was once again at a disadvantage.
"That's right!" There aren't many people who can take one of my punches head on. "
The student, breathless and unflustered, raised his other hand, clenched his fist, and punched the drunkard in the face.
As the saying goes, hit someone in the face but not in the face. A student's punch can be described as crafty and vicious. If one were to really suffer a blow, the drunkard's nose would definitely cave in and disfigure his face.
The drunkard did not dare to underestimate him. He turned around and dodged the punch. The fist grazed past his nose, and the tip of his nose was red. There was even a burning sensation coming from his nose.
"Han Zhongli. Drunken Steps, hug the pinnacle of your heart."
Seizing the student's punch, the drunkard didn't retreat but advanced instead. Taking a step forward, his knees pushed against the student's shoulder, colliding with the student's chest.
The student took two steps back to steady himself.
The drunkard would grab it and throw it into his lap, kick it, bend it over, turn it over, advance it, turn it upside down, attack it with his feet, all of it would land on the students' bodies.
The student clasped his hands together and stood in front of him, enduring the blows he should have received at his age. However, the more he did so, the more excited he became.
"Lu Dongbin, drunk with the strength of a thousand kilograms."
The drunkard grabbed the student, the muscles in his body bulging. Grabbing the student's shoulders, he smashed him against the concrete wall beside him.
"Bam!"
The concrete wall behind the student fell apart, revealing countless cracks on it. The entire wall looked tattered, as if it didn't fit in with the surrounding environment.
"Zhang Guozi, I got drunk and threw a series of kicks."
The drunkard soared into the air, his legs moving like phantoms. Countless attacks from his feet landed on the student's body.
The student narrowed his eyes. The moment the drunk man's foot landed on his arm, he suddenly changed his defense to attack. He grabbed the drunk man's foot, but at the same time, his chest was also fiercely kicked, leaving a black shoe imprint on his clothes.
The corner of the student's mouth parted, revealing pure white teeth. A faint red light flashed in his eyes.
"I got you!"
Others might not be able to see it, but the drunkard in front of his students could clearly see the madness and bloodlust in his students' eyes. The red light that flashed in his students' eyes made the drunk's heart clench, and an intense sense of danger pressed down on him.
"Run!"
This was the drunkard's only thought.
But could he still run? His only fear was that the student would run away again if he had one foot grabbed by the student. Now that he couldn't run anymore, his only choice was to fight against the student and see who would fall to the ground first.
The drunkard tried to struggle free, but the student's hand was like an iron lock, grabbing tightly onto his ankle, unable to break free.
The student retracted his fist to his waist and gathered all of his strength into his fist. Then, with a 180 degree rotation of his fist, he sent it towards the drunk man's chest, bringing with it a violent whirlwind.
Seeing this, the drunkard gritted his teeth and dismissed all thoughts in his mind. He only left one thought and that was to go all out!
"Cao Guojiu, Immortal Deity's toast, Strangle."
This was one of the most vicious moves of the eight Drunken Gods. If they attacked, they would either die or be injured, and unless it was a life and death situation, the drunkard would not make a move.
"Bam!"
The student tilted his head to the side and dodged. The drunkard's three claws swiped across his face, leaving behind a scar as they smashed into the wall.
"Bam!"
The drunkard turned his hand towards the student's neck and tried to grab him. With this move, the student would not be able to avoid him unless he let go of the drunkard's foot.
The student's face was filled with excitement and madness. It had been a long time since he had such an enjoyable fight with someone. He did not dodge or evade. He tightly grabbed onto the drunkard's hand to increase his strength.
The drunk man felt as if the bones under his feet were about to be crushed. He was in incomparable pain and his face was deathly pale. Cold sweat mixed with hot sweat dripped down onto the ground.
"Hu!"
A wave of hot air was exhaled from the student's mouth, and the breath continued for a long time all the way down to the drunkard's face without stopping.
"Kill All Things!"
The student whispered.
The drunkard's ears seemed to hear the sound of the heavens and earth as the surrounding myriad of purple glows all turned blood-red in an instant under the sound.
The world seemed to be wailing in pain as blood-red rain fell from the sky. It was as if the heavens were weeping red tears. It caused the drunk to cry out in grief, and red tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.
The drunk man was bleeding out of his seven orifices. He stopped his actions and stood still on the spot.
When the drunkard stopped his actions, the student let go of his feet and fell to the ground. Then, he walked out from the other side and saw that his jacket had several holes in it. He couldn't help but frown, take it off, and casually throw it away.
The battle between the two had only lasted for half a minute.
Lin Faang ran out of the shop at a leisurely pace. Although the drunk man had some ability, he was useless to the students.
The others, on the other hand, had anxious looks on their faces. When they ran out of the shop and saw the holes in the walls and the cracks in the ceiling, they couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
He only had the same thought in his mind, "Is this something that can be formed by human means?"
Seeing that, Lin Faang raised his brows. It could be seen that there was quite a big battle that just happened there. However, how could such a battle not attract the attention of others?
In the corridors of the buildings, everyone took out their cell phones and recorded the battle footage. The first thing they did was to send the footage to the internet.