Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

Chen Hong followed behind his master, and asked suspiciously: "Master, let's just forget about it? Didn't you say you want to give him a dark hand? Do you want me to go back now?"

"Only by you? You are still far behind!" Hong Tianbao said coldly, and then rolled up his sleeves, only to see that his forearm was wet with sweat, and at the same time there was A dark mark.

"Master, have you been injured by Anjin?" Chen Hong exclaimed, and hurriedly asked his disciples to get the wound ointment, but was stopped by Hong Tianbao.

Hong Tianbao shook his head and said: "The other party's realm is above mine, and his dark energy penetrates to the marrow. This kind of injury can't be cured in more than ten years. You can only take care of it yourself. From today onwards, don't go to trouble with that person. .”

"Why, master! We have so many friends in Dahongmen, so it's not a problem to find a few masters who can help you. Besides, that Gan Zitai has a whole body of Burmese-Thai ancient boxing inheritance. I just need to wait for that guy to get injured. I'll find a chance." You can kill him." Chen Hong clenched his fists tightly, his joints cracked, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Do you think I haven't thought about this? Leaving aside whether Gan Zitai is Wang's opponent, haven't you noticed the woman just now? That's Xia Houwu's junior sister, and she has stepped into a dark state from her figure." Master." Hong Tianbao said bitterly.

"Don't forget it?" Chen Hong lowered his head. No matter how helpless he is now, it is useless. The masters of Anjin are not Chinese cabbage, and even if he wants to ask someone for help, he has to pay a huge price in advance.

Hong Tianbao sneered and said, "Forget it, how is it possible! This matter is not over!"

At the same time, the atmosphere in the boxing gym was several times more lively than before, mainly because everyone was deeply curious about the legendary Tiger Prince.

"Now it's Prince Hong Xing from the red side who will appear on the stage!" The referee held the microphone and said loudly in a long voice. The challenger usually enters the stage first, which is also the default rule in the martial arts world.

The crown prince's challenge was officially registered. It was nominally a charity free fighting competition. Both Wang Luo and Gan Zitai signed the agreement. Once there is any damage during the competition, even if it is dead, it will not be held accountable by the law. .

Gan Zitai was wearing a pair of red shorts, with a hemp rope wrapped around his head, and he walked into the boxing ring surrounded by more than a dozen Hong Xing boys. His body was very strong, over 1.8 meters five, with a Chinese character face , the back muscles are a very obvious inverted triangle.

His skin was dark, covered with a layer of unknown oil, the joints of his hands were very thick, with thick calluses, and he exuded a cold and murderous aura. He was obviously a soldier who had experienced many battles.

On the other hand, Wang Luo, on the other side, came onto the stage in a slim suit, without any intention of slippers, and stepped on the ring in leather shoes. This stunned the referee, and made Gan Zitai's eyes burst into anger.

The atmosphere in the boxing gym gradually became oppressive, and everyone shut up on their own initiative, which is completely abnormal in a boxing match.

"Tiger Prince? You are too arrogant!" Gan Zitai said coldly, moving his body, his bones cracked, showing his extraordinary physical fitness.

Wang Luo smiled and did not answer. He stood with his feet one after the other, posing in a three-body posture. The calf muscles hidden in the trouser legs were very tight, and the thick blood vessels burst like earthworms. The first toe is firmly nailed to the ground like an iron hook.

As soon as this kind of horse stance is put out, the force rises from the ground, and Gan Zitai on the opposite side immediately feels a sense of oppression, as if Wang Luo has become a majestic and immovable pine and cypress of Mount Tai.

"Pretentious!" Gan Zitai waited for the referee to shout and started, his figure pounced on like a raging beast, he took a step forward, his arms firmly protected his chest and the curtain, and his right leg was high. Lifting it up high, his knee smashed towards Wang Luo like a giant crossbow with a terrible wind.

This is the most representative Iron Knee Flying Dragon Form in Burmese-Thai ancient boxing. If you are hit head-on, the effect is not much different from being hit by a van driving at full speed.

Faced with such a fierce knee blow, Wang Luo didn't dodge, his body bent slightly, his forearm burst out with strength, he lunged and punched out, and stepped on the ring with his right foot, making the fist speed even faster.

boom!After a dull sound, Gan Zitai's knee hit Wang Luo's fist head-on, but he felt as if he had hit a steel pillar, and even his iron knee, which had been tempered for thousands of years, was faintly numb due to the recoil.

Gan Zitai had experienced many battles, and he didn't panic at all. He took half a step back and opened the distance. His right leg swept across the situation, and the speed of his calf was so fast that he could only see an afterimage passing by.

But Wang Luo actually lowered his body like a frightened civet cat. When Gan Zitai's right leg was about to kick him in the head, his entire spine suddenly tensed up, like a bow that snapped, and his left shoulder straightened up. Gan Zitai's right leg, and at the same time hugged the opponent's calf with both hands.

Gan Zitai's pupils shrank slightly, and he lost his balance, and the audience under the ring was in an uproar.

It turned out that Gan Zitai was lifted up abruptly by Wang Luo in the posture of an overlord holding a tripod, and then he was smashed to the ground like a toy.

boom!The boxing ring shook violently, and Gan Zitai's back hit the ground. The huge force made his chest tight. Compared with the pain on his body, the humiliation in his heart drove Gan Zitai crazy.

"Go to hell!" Gan Zitai roared, bent his knee, and kicked Wang Luo's ankle with his right foot like a razor.

This style is very sinister and vicious, but it's a pity that Gan Zitai is facing Wang Luo, who is full of close combat skills.

Wang Luo sneered coldly, moving his feet vigorously, and retreated to the corner of the ring. When Gan Zitai got up from the ground, he lunged forward, and each step caused a huge vibration in the ring, as if the next second Same as downfall.

"Half-step Bengquan strikes the world, if you can't take it by force, then let's die together!"

Gan Zitai's eyes were red, like a ghost, he opened his arms and grabbed Wang Luo, completely ignoring Wang Luo's fist.

Wang Luo turned Bengquan into Paoquan, and his dark energy burst out like a ignited gunpowder barrel. The fist exploded like thunder, and it directly hit Gan Zitai's head.

Paoquan's boxing intention has an explosive power, especially after it is attached with dark energy, its power is really similar to that of a cannonball.

Gan Zitai was hit in the head, bleeding from his seven orifices, his strength disappeared in an instant, and he fell limply on the ground, unable to move.