Chapter 152 Lin Yu Fights Sompa

.. , Rebirth of the Peerless Young Master

The battle was about to break out, and the audience was solemn.

Songpa was full of fighting spirit, his muscles were tense, his physical strength was pushed to the extreme, his eyes were sharp like a knife, and he locked on Lin Yu. The clothes on his body were torn inch by inch, revealing a body as black as steel. His whole body was like iron cast on steel, full of infinite explosive power. It is said that his body can carry swords and guns, I am afraid it is true.

And Lin Yu, standing straight and loose, with a faint smile on his handsome face, although he looks like a complete little fresh meat, but facing a top ancient muay thai master, he has a calm demeanor, No pressure at all. With this calm spirit alone, he compared Master Songpa, who was more than a round older than him.

Jin Yongqiang couldn't help being suspicious: Could it be that he was wrong again? Sompa is going to lose?

On the stage, Lin Yu spoke suddenly, with an arc at the corner of his mouth, so handsome that he was a little coquettish, and said lightly, "You want to kill me?"

"Take people's money and help them eliminate disasters! If you want to know what's going on, you'd better stay here, lest I do it." Songpa replied in broken Chinese with wide-eyed anger.

"You're nervous, you're scared."

"You talk too much nonsense. Die!"

Master Sompa was indeed nervous and a little scared. The longer the delay, the less good it would be for him. He learned from Zhao Tianlong that the kid in front of him came from a hidden sect called Fenglei Valley, and he practiced ancient martial arts. If it is martial arts in the secular world, he will naturally not pay attention to it. Even if it is a master of inner strength, he is confident that he can slap him to death, but he has to grow a master of inner strength created by practicing ancient martial arts. A few minds. He practiced ancient muay thai, and ancient muay thai has a lot to do with ancient Chinese martial arts. Of course, he knows the power of ancient martial arts, but it is a supreme existence that can be practiced to the extreme to spy on immortals.

Accompanied by a roar of tigers and dragons, Master Songpa made the first move. With a movement of his body, the bones in his body made a sound like metal collisions. His body was advancing at a high speed like a tank. crack. A strong, almost condensed energy burst out from his body, filling every corner of the audience in an instant, and the clothes that had been torn apart by the soaring muscles were shattered into powder, blowing towards the ring with the strong wind down in all directions. The vigor was like a knife like a sword, rushing towards the face, the big bosses in the front row had to raise their hands to cover their faces, or turned their heads away.

At this time, only a faint golden light appeared on Master Sompa's dark steel upper body, coupled with his ferocious ghost-like face, making him look like a glaring Vajra.

Combining spells with boxing is the essence of ancient Muay Thai!

Whether it is Master Sompa's energy like a knife,

Or the faint golden light that appeared on the surface of his body was a true portrayal of his mastering the spell.

The two were only a few meters apart, and Master Songpa advanced in front of Lin Yu in the blink of an eye, uttered a thunderous sound, shouted again, and swung the iron fist in his hand violently, turning into a tornado storm like a powerful fist, sending out rushing thunder The general roar seems to be able to tear apart the void.

Punch like running thunder!

What a terrifying punch, not to mention hitting a person, even a steel monster might be blown apart.

Many of the bigwigs in the field were exposed to ancient muay thai for the first time, and their eyes widened, and they were beyond shocked.

"Is this ancient muay thai? It's too powerful! It's terrible!"

"This kid from the Lin family is in the late stage of inner strength, can he catch Songpa's earth-shattering punch?"

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Jin Yongqiang nodded his head slightly, and he had a little trust in Master Songpa again. In his opinion, not to mention the youngest of the Lin family, even Jiangbei's master Shi Baitian was here, and he might not be able to withstand Master Songpa's thunderous punch. Compared with our Chinese martial arts, Mr. Jin admires Muay Thai more, because Muay Thai is more vigorous and violent, and can fully deduce the beauty of human power.

"Ancient muay thai is the real martial arts, everything else is rubbish, including your Chinese ancient martial arts. Let's die!"

Songpa uttered slanderous words, and once he made a move, he seemed to be a different person, killing God on the battlefield!

At this moment, everyone was stunned. Facing Songpa's punch that could explode the steel beast, Lin Yu didn't dodge, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even make a move after holding his hands .

"What is this kid doing? Are you scared stupid? No dodge, no fight back!"

"It's over, stop cooking!"

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The pupils of the big guys shrank suddenly, Master Songpa slammed Lin Yu's body with a punch, and the monstrous fist force poured all over his body like quicksilver, smashing him to pieces.

Damn, the person is broken?

How can a person be broken?

However, if the person is really broken, why is there no flesh and blood flying around?

Master Songpa, who thought he had defeated the enemy with one punch, discovered at this time that what he hit was just a shadow, which shattered Lin Yu's afterimage, and Lin Yu's real body had already moved the moment he blasted out the iron fist opened.

"What a speed!" Master Songpa broke out in a cold sweat instantly. His punch was in vain. If Lin Yu suddenly attacked him at this time, he would have no choice but to fight back.

The big guys in the field blinked again, and they also found out the tricks. After a false alarm, Lin Yu didn t die at all, and stood a few feet to the left of the spot. His moving speed is so fast that it is almost comparable to teleportation, so that he can leave afterimages in place.

After avoiding Master Songpa's punch, Lin Yu still didn t make a move, standing like a pine, with a calm demeanor.

"Ah, give me another punch!" The punch missed, Master Songpa quickly turned around, and punched him again.

This punch was a little bit more domineering than just now, and the fist blasted like a violent storm, shaking the void.

bang...

Earth-shattering!

Another afterimage was bombarded, and Lin Yu's real body avoided the bombardment again.

When Master Songpa slammed two more punches next, and still only hit Lin Yu's afterimage, he was about to go crazy.

Anyone can tell at a glance that Lin Yu is teasing him.

He is a leader in the Nanyang black boxing world, a top ancient muay thai master, how has he ever suffered such humiliation?

The bosses in the seats let out bursts of laughter, not without ridicule and mockery. When a martial arts master in his own country plays tricks on a foreign master, his own people feel proud and proud when they see it.

However, there are also some big bosses with dark faces. They bet on Sompa to win in the bet. For example, Jin Yongqiang, the richest man in Jiangbei, bet 50 million on Sompa.

However, the person with the ugliest face must be Zhao Tianlong.

In tonight's battle, Zhao Tianlong bet almost all of his wealth, he could only win, not lose, but at present, it seems that he is very likely to lose.

"Are you going to kill me?" Lin Yu joked.

On the small square inch of the boxing ring, this handsome young man not only dexterously avoided every attack of Master Songpa, even his hair was not messed up, and even his clothes were not stained.

As the saying goes, if the master fights, the point will be stopped, and the superior will be judged.

In martial arts, Songpa and Lin Yu are not at the same level at all!

"Smelly boy, don't hide if you have the guts!" Songpa was furious and roared loudly.

He put all his strength into each punch, and punched many times in a row, consuming a lot of strength. If this continues, he will consume himself to death.

"You are too weak to be my opponent. If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will spare you."

"Go to Nima, don't hide if you have the guts, play two tricks with me openly, and see if I can blow you to death."

"Shame on your face, don't blame me for being cruel." Lin Yu's face darkened, and he was really angry. When Master Songpa came over with another punch, he didn't dodge, but went to meet him.

Master Songpa's boxing skills are still as fierce and violent. His punches are like thunder, and the void is cracked and crackled. It seems that seeing a god can kill a god, and meeting a ghost can kill a ghost.

Lin Yu stretched out his right hand as white as jade, and also swung a punch that was as light as weight. His boxing is somewhat similar to Ye Tian's, simple and unpretentious, far less vigorous than Songpa's, like Jiangnan embroidered women threading needles, with a kind of artistic beauty. If you look carefully, you will find that there are layers of energy fluctuations wrapped around the tip of his fist, like a fist mark, surging out from the tip of the fist.

This is, fist intention!

Ye Tian couldn't help being surprised, this kid actually comprehended the meaning of boxing, and he did have a bit of Taoism.

Boxing and boxing, if you master the method, you can be regarded as having an understanding of boxing, and only when boxing has been sublimated.

Although Songpa's boxing technique was as violent as a gust of wind and rain, and his punches were like running like thunder, but it was only limited to the strength of the boxing, and he did not understand the meaning of the boxing.

bang...

When the two fists touched, there was a thunderous explosion, and the violent punch turned into a wind that swept across, blasting a big hole in the ring.

Immediately after that, there was a clicking sound, and those with good eyesight would find that Master Sompa's right arm was shortened, with broken bones protruding from the flesh.

In the heart-piercing screams, Master Songpa flew upside down, flew out of the ring, and went straight to Zhao Tianlong's grand master's chair.

Zhao Tianlong was so shocked that his face turned pale, and he quickly moved away. With a bang, the Grand Master's chair was broken into eight pieces. If he was a second late, Master Songpa would have fallen on him.

I saw Master Songpa's entire right arm was about to be abolished, his fist was bloody and bloody, and his arm was only half of its original length. The broken white bones pierced out of the flesh, blood flowed horizontally, and it was extremely scary.

"How could this be? How is this possible?" Zhao Tianlong was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Everyone in the field was also shocked.

One punch, just one punch, Lin Yu defeated Master Songpa who was rampant in the Nanyang black boxing world.

The strength of this young man has exceeded everyone's expectations!

And Ye Tian is not surprised, after all, Songpa's boxing skills can only be punched with strength, and Lin Yu has comprehended the meaning of boxing, and he is one level behind.

Master Sompa deserved his defeat!

On the ring, Lin Yu took out a clean white handkerchief and wiped his right hand. It was as if I had slapped a fly to death just now, and my hands were dirty, so I had to wipe them off.

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