Comics: Starting from the Blast Punch

Ding!

Suddenly, a system prompt sounded in my mind.

"You have triggered a hidden task"

"【Matador】！"

"Mission Description ①: Stand firm against the"Ghost Bull" Wu Horixiong for five minutes without being defeated (passive fighting is not counted) - Random skill level +1"

"Mission Description ②: Kill 'Ghost Bull' Wu Horixiong - Skill Draw Times * 1"

"Mission description ③: Defeat 'Ghost Bull' Wu Horixiong and ensure that you are not dead - Random skill level +1, skill lottery number *1, random character simulation card *1"

"Note: If any of the above conditions are met, the task will be completed and the rewards will not be repeated."

……

Fonts that only he could see appeared in his vision.

Yato's heart became more and more solemn.

Hidden missions are usually not accepted at all, because they are full of dangers. If you are not careful, you will lose your life. It is completely opposite to the type of missions that you can do or not.

Encountering a hidden mission means that there is no choice.

Of course, this is not the responsibility of the system.

There is no punishment for hidden missions.

It is probably because if you can't pass the level in front of you, any punishment is meaningless.

So the system's move is more like a warning.

Don't be lucky.

And it also gives rich material rewards as a motivation to motivate fighting spirit!

So, how far can I go?

Such a thought flashed through Yato's mind. He lowered his body and stepped hard, and the hard concrete cracked slightly.

He seemed to turn into a shadow, clinging to the ground, and launched a surprise attack on Wu Horixiong!

""Did you overcome your fear so quickly?"

Wu Horixiong thought.

His body posture changed accordingly. He dropped his waist and opened his hips, sinking his body's center of gravity infinitely downwards, as if he was going to use his physique advantage to fight a positional battle.

Just as Yato thought, it was extremely stable.

Although his attribute values were completely overwhelming, he still chose to play it safe.

Yato felt like he was launching a suicide attack on a bull that was several times stronger than him.

Wu Horixiong's two hands were sharp horns.

The moment he entered the opponent's"attack field", the horns pushed over without any hesitation.

That ordinary whip punch, with the addition of extremely high explosive power, was not much inferior to a real steel-forged blade. Yato leaned forward, his palm just brushed over his head, and the strong wind it brought seemed to scrape off a layer of his scalp. Regardless of anything else, he punched Wu Horixiong in the armpit. There is a nerve under the armpit. Once it is hit hard, it will cause severe pain at best and partial paralysis at worst.

Yato's combat goal is very clear, to weaken the opponent's combat effectiveness first.

Otherwise, if it really enters the white-hot hard fight stage, the result will only be that he will be hammered to death.

The fist is like a tip, and the arm is like a gun barrel.

All the usable muscle fibers in the body are twisted together.

Transmitted, transformed, and amplified through the human skeleton.

The force generated is the"whole strength" pursued by all fighters.

Then, at the moment of hitting the opponent, Yato's wrist shook, and the arm and even the whole body suddenly contracted, and then pressed forward.

The gunpowder barrel was detonated!

Inch hit + whole strength + vital attack.

If it were the opponents Yato had encountered in the past, just this one blow would make them recuperate for more than half a year before they could continue to fight.

But Wu Horio is different. Not only did he not fall down, Yato even had the illusion that he had hit a rock wall.

At most, the rock wall shook and a lot of debris and gravel fell off.

Apart from that, there was no other impact.

The skin is tougher than that of an elephant, and there is a large amount of fat underneath to absorb the impact. Even if it cannot be completely digested, it can be endured by strong muscles, and there will be no damage to the organs.

With this punch, Yato finally understood what a 4.5 physical fitness is.

Wu Horio had a blank expression on his face. Although he was hit, this level of pain was nothing compared to the cruel training in the past.

He took advantage of Yato's strength and took a step back.

It seemed like he had lost his balance and was about to fall. However, his right fist was retracted and pressed down, and it actually clamped Yato's fist.

He stretched out his left foot and hooked Yato's right foot. Knee pit.

If the armpit is a lock, then his foot is a hook.

To others, it looks like someone is about to fall, but is caught in time.

But in fact, Yato doesn't want to be this"good guy".

Because most of the opponent's weight is hanging on him, his body balance is affected to a certain extent, especially because he has seized the opportunity when he has just finished attacking and the inertia of rushing forward has not completely disappeared.

As a result, this clamp and hook perfectly replicate the miraculous effect of the soft skill of pulling and traction, making him unable to move forward or backward, like a bird caught in a net, at the mercy of the experienced hunter.

In this posture, Yato can't use the most basic kicking skills, let alone the Arashi kick.

Wu Horio didn't give him time to think.

The next second, a left arm hook.

Go to Yato's face.

Yato can also only use his left hand.

But the muscle strength of both sides is not at the same level.

Bang!

Yato flew out.

Fortunately, his lower body was stable, and he adjusted his balance in the air. After landing, he just stumbled back two steps, and his back just stuck to the surface of a load-bearing column.

If it were someone else, they would definitely hit the load-bearing column and fall to the ground.

Wu Horio's eyes also showed a trace of surprise.

But he was not surprised by Yato's lower body skills, but……

"What happened just now?"

He thought about it carefully.

That punch undoubtedly hit the opponent.

However, the damage was much less than expected.

The reason was the opponent's response.

Wu Horio's eyes fell on Yato's right arm, which had a little muscle spasm.

To be precise, it was the forearm.

"He took the initiative to meet the blow with his forearm, and at the same time used his left hand to block and absorb the impact... Is it the Chinese boxing technique?

Although it was a question, his tone was full of certainty.

This was the confidence in his own vision.

It was also a rational judgment based on experience.

""Huh."

Yato took a deep breath.

He had no time to answer the other party's questions.

Whether it was chatting or being distracted during the battle, it was a suicidal act, but at the same time, it was also the margin of strength for the strong.

However, Wu Horio was right about one thing...

Yato used his right arm to exert force, and after confirming that it would not affect the battle, he slowly moved his steps, posing a posture that seemed a little too conservative to others. With his arms crossed in front of him, his palms raised and spread out in front of him, he looked like a scout observing in front of a position.

As long as he found a dangerous situation, he would shrink back and use his position to keep the hostility out.

As the saying goes, hands are two doors!

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