True Immortal of the Netherworld

The moment the arena match begins.

Black boy Zhang Li also made some moves.

He glanced at the tallest of the four monks opposite him.

"The biggest monk across from you, you must be a giant tiger. I heard that you are the strongest one in the Red Clothes Hall, so I asked Zhang Lilai to test my strength with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Li threw off his big feet and rushed forward.

The speed was so fast that it was like a black whirlwind. The two big feet stepped on the ground, making a thumping sound like a drumstick beating a drum.

The monk in Hongyitang, who was called Julihu by the black boy Zhang Li, was also known as the Sanli monk. His real name was originally Sanli. Because he was famous for his great strength, he was called Sanli. Over time, he became a monk of Sanli.

Monk Sanli saw a black boy pop up from the opposite side and wanted to challenge him, and it was a close combat. He grinned, revealing two tiger-like gold teeth, chuckled, and then said: "Comparing your strength with my great monk? The last person who proposed to compete with me was probably three years ago. That man's bones were broken into six pieces. One hundred dollars, and I’m still lying in bed and can’t get up. I wonder who gave you the courage, you black boy.”

Monk Sanli shook his shoulders, his bones creaked, his eyes flashed like a tiger's, and he stepped forward to meet him.

When the two faced each other, they did not dodge each other. They shot their hands towards the opposite side, trying to catch the other directly.

You catch me to block, I catch you to block.

The four palms of the two of them were fighting each other non-stop, snapping, snapping, the sound was crisp, and the burst of energy was visible to the naked eye.

As soon as he made his move, Monk Sanli roughly understood Zhang Li's approach, "You black boy are from the Southern Region, I guess. I didn't expect you to be good at the art of cornering."

The art of cornering is a type of physical training. It is especially good at close combat. It uses various techniques to directly pin down the opponent under the body, thereby completely making the opponent lose the ability to resist.

The art of horn fighting is also popular in the mortal world and is a popular competitive activity among the people. In comparison, the art of corner resistance in the world of cultivation is countless times more powerful.

There are many physical practitioners in the world of cultivation. Physical practitioners are good at physical skills and win with strength and physique. The art of corner resistance is a kung fu that integrates strength and skills, and can give full play to the advantages of strong physical strength, strong defense, and close combat.

Therefore, the art of cornering is often one of the basic skills that many physical practitioners must practice, but not many of them have mastered the art of cornering to a magical level.

Monk Sanli is a master of physical training who is especially good at the art of corner resistance. His angle-struck technique was inherited from the Tiger Power Mysterious Sutra, a body-building technique from the Golden Buddha Temple. The emphasis is on swiftness and flexibility, tiger-like movements, and killing with one strike.

When a spiritual cultivator of the same level encounters a three-power monk, if he cannot defeat him from a long distance, he will most likely be directly bombarded to the ground by the three-power monk's angle technique, and end up with his muscles and bones shattered.

The black boy Zhang Li bared his teeth and made a face: "Big Jinya, you guessed it right."

Zhang Li's original name was "Xiong Bali". This time he traveled to the Northern Territory alone. For the sake of convenience, he temporarily gave himself the name "Zhang Li" from the Northern Territory.

The black boy "Xiong Bali" was originally a member of the Southern Territory Tyrant Beast Tribe Alliance.

In the Tyrant Beast Tribe Alliance, people use various beasts as totems of faith.

The tribe that Black Boy belongs to is the Ba Xiong tribe at the foot of Ba Xiong Mountain. The Ba Xiong tribe has a tradition that on special days, they will select children who are born with strong physiques and have strong physical talents and send them to Ba Xiong Mountain to practice alone.

The black boy is extremely talented. When he was just four years old, he had the strength of an adult bear. The Tyrant Bear is a powerful bear spirit beast, more than ten times more powerful than the bear beasts in the mortal world.

When Hei Xiaozi was four years old, he was sent to Ba Xiong Mountain to practice alone.

In the end, he successfully entered Ba Xiong Peak, and fought with the more than a thousand giant Ba Bears living there every day for territory, meat, and close combat.

What Black Boy has practiced is the natural horn-struck technique of bear beasts. He has no moves, but his moves are fierce.

It wasn't until he was twelve years old that he returned to the tribe.

When he returned to the tribe, Black Boy was tested by the tribe elders and already possessed the power of the Eight Bears. No one among his peers in the entire tribe could compete with him in the art of cornering. Even some men in their twenties and thirties who were quite prestigious in the tribe did not dare to compete with him in the art of cornering.

A few years later, under the efforts of the tribe, Black Boy's cultivation improved by leaps and bounds. He was chosen by the elders of the Ba Xiong tribe as the successor of the Ba Xiong tribe. The tribe is also preparing to let him represent the Tyrant Bear Tribe in the Tyrant Beast Alliance Competition that will be held in the entire Tyrant Beast Tribe Alliance three years later. Any tribe that can achieve good results will be respected by other tribes, and the person who wins first place will bring great honor and huge material benefits to the tribe.

In order to improve his cultivation level faster and for the honor of the Ba Xiong Tribe, Black Boy chose to leave the Ba Xiong Tribe and go to the Northern Territory to find his destiny.

...

Logically speaking, the black boy Zhang Li also has a spiritual pet of a three-eyed black bear, but because the three-eyed black bear is about to achieve a breakthrough in cultivation, it has been sleeping in the spiritual pet bag.

The three-eyed black bear is a naturally powerful monster, and it is already at the level of a holy beast. Every time he is released, he will return with bloodlust.

Because of this, Black Boy is not prepared to release the three-eyed black bear to assist unless there is an emergency. He didn't want the three-eyed black bear to be injured at this juncture, nor did he want the three-eyed black bear to tear the three-power monk opposite him into pieces.

On the square of the arena.

Monk Sanli and Boy Hei were leaning against each other.

After dozens of rounds, the bear hugged the tiger and fell, and it was difficult to determine the winner.

The two became more and more serious, each improving his body. The appearance of Monk Sanli showed the shadow of a beautiful tiger. The black boy's body surface showed the shadow of a huge domineering bear.

You come and go, just like a tiger and a bear fighting. Every time the two of them rose and fell, they would make a lot of noise, making the gold brick floor buzz.

Monk Sanli's horn-fighting technique was entirely learned from the Mysterious Sutra of Tiger Power.

His body movements were swift and violent, sometimes like a tiger swimming around, sometimes like a tiger turning over, sometimes like a tiger showing its claws, and the horn thrust technique was completely textbook-like, with almost no flaws.

The black boy Zhang Li's horn-butt moves are all eclectic. They are completely the moves of a bear fighting in the field. They are simple and direct. All the moves are vital, brutal and effective.

But on the surface, Sanli Monk's performance is more stable.

As long as the black boy stands open for a long time, the wildness in his blood will unconsciously come out. He is more wild than stable.

The black boy pounced suddenly.

Monk Sanli moved half of his shoulder, and with a dexterous turn of his body, he came to the side of the black boy.

He saw the opportunity, grabbed it with his right hand like a tiger's claw, grabbed the black boy's lower back, and then pushed forward with his shoulder, the tiger appeared.

"boom!"

Monk Sanli knocked the black boy to the ground firmly. The powerful impact sent out a shock wave visible to the naked eye, and the ground crackled like the tip of a whip.

If this attack were placed on a spiritual practitioner of the same level, it would probably be the result of broken bones and muscles.

Just before the black boy's body hit the ground, his body shrank, like

The same meat ball bounced like a ball. Although it fell hard, the muscles and bones were not injured at all.

The black boy's eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and he twisted his arms as if to get up and fight again.

Seeing this, Monk Sanli said, "You kid, just lie here."

His tall body pressed down, and with a hungry tiger attack, he clasped the black boy's arms in reverse.

The black boy tried to move again, but his arms were held back, but he couldn't use any strength.

The audience on this side of the stands suddenly burst into cheers.

"The three powerful monks are mighty."

"The art of horn resistance is pure."

"If there is a tiger."

"Better than a tiger."

"The black boy has been subdued."

...

"Hey, black boy, why don't you admit defeat? Otherwise, great monk, I will destroy both of your arms."

At this moment, the black boy let out a roar.

"Ouch——"

The voice was as loud as a bear, shocking the entire audience.

But the black boy's eyes were as red as bloodthirsty, and thick black animal hair grew on his exposed skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His strength also increased sharply in an instant, and he was able to free his arm from being held back.

Black Boy's sudden change caught the great monk Sanli, who originally thought he had won, by surprise.

He tried to grab Black Boy's arm again, but it was already too late.

The black boy straightened his waist and kicked off his legs, lifting the three-power monk off his body.

Without stopping for a moment, the animal-shaped black boy jumped forward.

Before Monk Sanli could stand firm, his shoulders were already locked by the black boy's giant beast-like hands.

The black boy used his arms to lift the Sanli monk from the ground.

"screw you."

With a loud shout, Monk Sanli was thrown heavily to the ground.

Monk Sanli was indeed a master of horn contact. As soon as his body touched the ground, he suddenly curled up and rolled out ten feet away, completely absorbing most of the impact.

A carp stood upright, and the Sanli monk stood up, but the cassock outside him, especially at the shoulders, was already in pieces.

Monk Sanli was so angry that he tore off his cassock.

Fire spewed out of his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You black boy, you can actually transform into a beast. You are really a barbarian from the Southern Territory."

The black boy with a beastly body showed a level of martial arts that was not inferior to that of the three-power monk opposite him, and his speed and strength were even far superior.

The black boy patted his chest and said proudly: "How about the great monk? Our barbarians in the Southern Region are so outstanding."

As soon as the words fell, the black boy rushed forward like a moving black wall.

The speed is so fast that the whistling wind is blowing.

Monk Sanli did not dare to neglect. He pinched the magic formula with both hands and activated the secret method.

A tiger-like character "king" appeared on his forehead, and the phantom of the tiger emanating from his body was as solid as real.

"Come on, Black Boy." Monk Sanli shouted and rushed forward, fighting with all his strength against Black Boy.

The two go back and forth, beating each other, but they can't tell the winner.

The spectators in the stands on this side couldn't help but applaud.

"That black boy turned into a beast."

"So barbaric."

“It’s hard to say whether we will win or lose.”

"It's really scary to fall around. If I were thrown on it, I would probably fall apart."

"Wonderful."

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