Chapter 382 The Fist of Steel

After Wei Feng finished today's class, he took Zhou Wen to the practice field, but what he took Zhou Wen to was not a practice field for students, but a practice field for tutors.

Students naturally can't come here at ordinary times, only the instructor can practice here.

"How do you want to practice?" Wei Feng asked Zhou Wen after using a separate practice room and putting on his battle uniform.

"Pure boxing practice." Zhou Wen said.

"It's okay to practice in actual combat, but you're still a legend, I can only suppress my own strength..." Before Wei Feng finished his words, he saw a human-shaped light and shadow appeared on Zhou Wen's body, and then the human-shaped light and shadow merged into it. Within Zhou Wen's body, Zhou Wen's entire body seemed to radiate brilliance.

"Have you condensed the soul of life to advance to the epic level?" Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen in surprise. When he was at Zhou Wen's age, he was only a mortal rank, but Zhou Wen had already gathered the soul of life, which was too fast.

Even though Wei Feng had seen a lot of geniuses in his mentoring career in recent years, it was the first time he had seen one who was promoted to Epic at such an age as Zhou Wen.

"Yes, so please mentor, you must do your best and don't have to show mercy." Zhou Wen said.

"Don't worry, I won't be merciful." Wei Feng laughed and thought to himself: "It can be said that you can be promoted to the epic level at such a young age, it can be said to be an unparalleled genius, but you are still too young, and your level does not represent reality. Combat power, let me teach you a good lesson and let you know how important actual combat experience is in combat."

Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen's clothes and said, "Do you have an armor-type beast soul?"

"Yes." Zhou Wen replied.

"Put it on and practice against each other in actual combat. It is inevitable that there will be times when you can't catch up. If you are injured, it will be bad." Wei Feng said.

"Okay." Zhou Wen felt that this was true, so he summoned a mutant stone scorpion armor to wear on his body to ensure his safety.

"Then, let's start now." Unlike other mentors, Wei Feng didn't wait for Zhou Wen to shoot first, and smashed it with one punch, but he didn't use his life and soul.

Wei Feng's fists were fast and fierce, but they were pure boxing techniques, without the use of vitality skills. Zhou Wen, with the blessing of the ancient emperor's life soul, used the Qisanzhang he had learned.

These seven strokes are the essence extracted by Wang Mingyuan from the seven different palm techniques. Each stroke has its own unique characteristics. The seven strokes have seven different artistic conceptions. Zhou Wen has practiced it very proficiently and can play The characteristics of the seven-stroke palm method, but in terms of comprehension of the mood, it is naturally a little worse.

It's not that Zhou Wen's comprehension is not enough, and he can't comprehend the mood of Qi Sanzhang, but because he usually doesn't have the opportunity to use the palm technique.

With sharp weapons like the tyrannical sword and the bamboo sword in his hand, when he usually kills monsters, he will naturally not fight against dimensional creatures with his bare hands, and he rarely has the opportunity to use the palm technique.

Wei Feng began to want to educate Zhou Wen with his own experience and boxing, but after fighting for a while, he found that he could not take advantage of Zhou Wen in boxing.

Zhou Wen's palms seem to be varied and can cope with various situations. What's more terrifying is that this guy is not like a student at all, but more like an old fritter who has survived thousands of trials on the battlefield and has rich combat experience. Not at all under him.

Wei Feng and Zhou Wen fought for more than ten minutes, and there was no flaw in Zhou Wen's body. Zhou Wen was not only experienced in combat, but also outrageously stable. In his palm, there was no trace of impetuousness. The first attempt was to set a trap to lure Zhou Wen to risk attacking him, but Zhou Wen was completely unmoved.

"Is this guy really only sixteen or seventeen years old?" Wei Feng couldn't believe it. First, Zhou Wen's fighting experience is too rich, and second, he has such a calm personality. No matter how you look at it, he shouldn't be a 16-year-old youth. Teenagers should have.

He has also "educated" other talented youngsters. Even if those talented youngsters are calm and airy on the surface, as long as they are a little provocative in actual combat, they will become enthusiastic.

He took the opportunity to get a good education.

Zhou Wen in front of him was completely different. He was as calm as a mountain, and he couldn't be more stable. No matter how Wei Feng tempted him, he was unmoved.

How did Wei Feng know that although Zhou Wen is young, he has extremely rich fighting experience in the game. The reason why he is so calm is because of his personality, but the main reason is because he has experienced too many deaths in the game. Having experienced all kinds of trials of death, he thought more than the average young man, and gradually developed a habit of caution.

Seeing Zhou Wen's appearance, Wei Feng, if he continues to fight him like this, even if it is the end of the world, there will be no result.

"I really can't underestimate the young man now. Since he has already used the soul, I don't need to be polite anymore." Wei Feng thought, and summoned his soul.

His life soul is a glove that appears on his right hand. It looks like it is made of steel, wrapping his entire right fist and the forearm behind it, looking like a mechanical arm.

"You have to be careful, my life soul is called the Fist of Steel. Although it is not very conspicuous, it has a powerful ability." Wei Feng said, the right hand wrapped in the Fist of Steel slammed towards Zhou Wen. come over.

Wei Feng's boxing seems to be open and close, but in fact, it is hidden and delicate. Coupled with his rich combat experience, Zhou Wen tried his best, but he could only barely block Wei Feng's offensive.

Now that Wei Feng has used Life Soul, Zhou Wendao is not surprised but happy, because the pressure Wei Feng put on him before was obviously not enough, and now that he has used Life Soul, he should use all his strength.

Originally, Zhou Wen was still thinking about the function of Wei Feng's Fist of Steel, but Wei Feng's punch came over, and there were holes around the Fist of Steel, which spewed steam-like white smoke backwards, pushing With Wei Feng's fist, an unparalleled speed erupted in an instant, more than twice as fast as before.

Because it was a battle practice, Zhou Wen did not use his body technique to dodge, and forcibly took Wei Feng's punch with his palm.

Bang!

The fists and palms intersected, and Zhou Wen only felt a huge force that shook his arm numb, and his body involuntarily lifted off the ground and flew backwards.

Zhou Wen tossed in the air for a few weeks, unloading the huge force, and when he landed on the ground, his arms were still numb, and his palms were shaking slightly.

"I told you to be careful. The Fist of Steel greatly enhances my speed and strength. I only used three-point force just now." Wei Feng said slightly proudly.

"Come again." Zhou Wen stepped out and attacked again. He had already sensed the impending movement of the ancient emperor's soul, and his heart was beating violently.