Metropolis: I use Chinese martial arts to sweep the world

"boom!"

Under everyone's surprised eyes, Chen Nan's body was shot high like a cannonball.

Immediately afterwards, the white shadow flashed, and a thin figure soared into the sky, chasing Chen Nan directly.

"despair!"

Chu Fan stepped on Chen Nan who was still rising, and stepped his huge body back to the ground.

"boom"

The already fragmented boxing ring was torn apart again, pieces of wood, bricks and stones shot towards the surroundings one after another.

A deep hole had already appeared where Chen Nan smashed it. From the dark hole, it must be at least one meter deep.

"Wow!"

The auditorium is boiling, the live broadcast is boiling, and all Internet TV is boiling.

All eyes, really all eyes.

For those who question the power of Chinese martial arts, this is undoubtedly the best interpretation.

The white figure falling from the high sky on the boxing ring shocked everyone's hearts once again.

"threw up!"

Chu Fan spat out the hidden weapon that Chen Nan shot from his left hand just now.

Because the shot was too fast, Chu Fan had no time to take precautions. Seeing that a silvery white was about to hit him, Chu Fan had no choice but to bite the hidden weapon with his teeth.

If it weren't for the heroic soul system's strengthening of its own qi and blood several times, I'm afraid this half-gritting teeth would have been useless.

Only now did Chu Fan see clearly what this hidden weapon looked like.

The concealed weapon is in the shape of a cross, double-edged and four-edged, with a circular hole in the middle, which should be the position for fingers to grasp when launching the concealed weapon.

"Kunwu." Chu Fan picked up the hidden weapon and muttered.

This hidden weapon is too similar to the Kunnai in his previous world. Only high-level ninjas can use precise hidden weapons, and it is also one of the hidden weapons that ninjas are famous for.

According to Chu Fan's understanding of Yan Country in the past few years, it seems that there is no such hidden weapon user in Yan Country.

It seems that the origin of boxing champion Chen Nan is not simple.

Putting it into his bosom, Chu Fan slowly walked to the mouth of the pit.

Chen Nan's huge body was deeply embedded in the ground, still panting heavily, struggling to stand up.

"Admit defeat?" Chu Fan asked calmly.

"Bah!" Chen Nan raised his huge head and looked at Chu Fan with bloodshot eyes, "You're dreaming!".

"Very good!" Chu Fan's eyes flashed brightly, and Chen Nan's sneak attack with a hidden weapon completely touched Chu Fan's bottom line.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Fan suddenly jumped up like a giant dragon into the sky.

After reaching the highest point, turn over and hit the bottom of the pit with a punch.

boom!
All the audience felt the ground tremble under their feet, and a painful wailing came out from the deep pit.

boom!boom!boom!
There were continuous pounding sounds, and the seats in the first few rows of the auditorium even trembled. The screams in the deep pit became smaller and smaller, and finally became almost inaudible.

After the half-pay, just as all the audience wanted to step forward to have a look, a person was thrown out.

"Tsk tsk, it's too miserable!"

A viewer who was closest said with emotion.

Everyone looked at the figure lying on the ground.

For the time being, it can only be called a human form, because Chen Nan's whole body has been shrunk back after being beaten, and it seems to be a circle smaller than when he came on stage.

In particular, the swollen left cheek became even more swollen, leaving only a slit in the small eyes.

Chu Fan also jumped out of the deep pit, walked slowly to Chen Nan, squatted down and asked softly, "Do you admit defeat now?"

Chen Nan supported the ground with trembling hands, and sat up after a long time, squinting at the somewhat blurred white figure in front of him.

After hesitating for a long time, he started to cry, and wiped his tears while crying, the mixture of blood and tears smeared his face one by one.

Perhaps Chen Nan was really wronged. He may be the worst beaten person in the history of demonized supernatural beings, not one of them.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for defeating a mysterious mid-level enemy with Chinese martial arts, rewarding you with 680 points of loyalty."

Chu Fan stood up speechlessly. The probability of a Bronze-level Heroic Soul being able to inherit a skill was too low. He had used four Heroic Souls and none of them had been inherited.

Looking back at the couplet standing on the stage.

I can't help but feel a burst of emotion in my heart, to make great use of martial arts, and to promote my prestige, will I live up to my usefulness in martial arts.

Anyone who dares to insult our Yan Kingdom's national skills will be punished even though they are far away.

Read silently: Use the heroic soul—Xiao Rang, the sage scholar.

In an instant, I mastered the four fonts of Su, Huang, Mi, and Cai, and I was able to master various calligraphy of Xing, Cao, Kai, and Seal.

Pulling out one of the iron chains locked by the boxing ring, Chu Fan pulled hard with his right arm towards the couplet written on the wooden board.

A few minutes later, sawdust fell all over the ground, and Chu Fan turned and left indifferently.

The audience in the audience was curious, and they leaned over to look at the wooden board. The original font had disappeared, and the new hollow font was carved on the wooden board in a flying style.

Shanglian: Look up to the sky and laugh out loud.

The second couplet: Yang Guo's martial arts are boundless.

"Hey, how precise is it to carve such a vivid couplet on such a thick wooden board with an iron chain?"

"Is this the power of the God of War in white? Is this the power of the fifth floor?"

"I decided to give up everything I have, to find the God of War in white, worship him as my teacher, and pursue the highest state of martial arts!"

The audience at the scene was almost crazy. They had forgotten the dragon coins they had bet on Chen Nan before the match, and they had forgotten their previous contempt for martial arts.

Now they only remember the God of War in white who was flying down from the stage.

Chu Fan, become a god in one battle!
Pushing open the door of the lounge, Chu Chu trotted up to Chu Fan, and directly took Chu Fan's arm without saying a word.

Xia Mo stood by the window with tears in his eyes, fixedly looking at the handsome young man in white at the door.

He did it, really did it.

He defeated the mighty boxing champion Chen Nan.

He used a devastating battle to redefine the status of Chinese martial arts in people's hearts.

Yan Wushuang also turned around, looking at this bastard who made him angry and hated with complicated eyes.

For many years, because of his extraordinary talent and unique skills, no one dared to be so presumptuous with him.

And this person, just meeting him for the first time, forced himself to reveal the address of his enemy.

The second time it turned out...

Yan Wushuang thought about it and suddenly felt his face start to heat up, and strange emotions that he had never felt before unconsciously swayed in his heart.

"Thank you for taking care of Chuchu for me, let's go back first." Chu Fan's clear voice brought Yan Wushuang back to reality.

Seeing that Chu Fan turned his head and was about to leave, Yan Wushuang hurried forward.

"and many more!"

Chu Fan turned his head in embarrassment, and prayed ten thousand times in his heart that Yan Wushuang would not stop him, but reality shattered his fantasy.

I had no choice but to squeeze out a smiling face that was uglier than crying and asked, "Is there anything Miss Yan wants from me?"

Yan Wushuang glanced at Chu Fan coldly, "I'll see you off!"

"No need, we have..." Chu Fan felt ashamed and stumbled while speaking.

"Let's go, I'll drop by too." Before Chu Fan could finish speaking, Yan Wushuang flicked his sleeves, opened the door and went out first.

Chu Fan smiled awkwardly at Xia Mo who didn't know why, pushed the door open and followed.

Soon, with Yan Wushuang in front and Chu Fan pulling Chu Chu behind, they came out of the back door to the parking lot.

Yan Wushuang turned around suddenly, pointed at Chu Fan tremblingly, and wanted to say something.

But when he saw Chu Chu beside Chu Fan, he was a little apprehensive, and finally swallowed his words.

After hesitating for a while, he still asked: "How did you think about inviting you to join the National Shield Special Operations Group before? If you don't have enough time, I can..."

"Add, add immediately, I will go through the formalities tomorrow." Chu Fan interrupted Yan Wushuang's question neatly.

Looking at Yan Wushuang, Chu Fan was at a loss, and he couldn't explain the misunderstanding.

This is what makes the dumb eat Coptis chinensis, and can't tell if they are suffering.

Yan Wushuang was also in a state of turmoil. She didn't dare to look up at Chu Fan, stomped her feet resentfully, turned around and ran back to the boxing gym.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of footsteps running away that Chu Fan let out a sigh of relief and looked up, "It seems that this hand that steals jade and gold can't be used indiscriminately in the future, and there will be endless troubles!"

With a sigh of emotion, Chu Fan pulled Chu Chugang to leave.

An old man in gray clothes suddenly appeared in Chu Fan's sight. He had gray hair and walked forward with a hunched body, just like an ordinary old man pacing slowly.

The surrounding wind seemed to stop suddenly, and the sound disappeared without a trace. In Chu Fan's eyes, this old man walking alone was like a sharp sword with a hidden front, which might be unsheathed at any time.

Protecting Chu Chu behind him, Chu Fan stood there holding his breath, quietly watching the old man getting closer.