However, what happened next made Xu Weiyang and Gong Yuanlong overjoyed.

Because Lin Chong actually rejected Zhao Chenglong's proposal.

"If I punch first, you'll have no chance."

Lin Chong said lightly: "Since it's a fight, of course the attacker should take action first. Come on, let me see the power of the King of Ming Dynasty's golden body."

Lin Chong's calm tone contained strong confidence, and he seemed to not take Zhao Chenglong seriously at all.

Of course, he has the right to say so.

Lin Chong's confidence comes from his invincible record and outstanding strength.

Including Zhao Chenglong himself, he did not think that Lin Chong's words were inappropriate. Some warriors who regarded Lin Chong as their idol even took it for granted.

Because he is the strongest person in the young generation of Yanhuang martial arts world and is also the heir of Du Huaizhen, the martial arts saint in Zhenguo, he should have such a mind and demeanor.

Zhao Chenglong did not hesitate for too long, bowed to Lin Chong again and said frankly: "Since that's the case, then I offended you."

After saying that, Zhao Chenglong took a deep breath, his legs spread out from front to back, and his whole body shook and shook!

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the continuous explosion of bones, Zhao Chenglong's body quickly raised and expanded like a balloon.

In just a few seconds, Zhao Chenglong transformed from a well-proportioned young man with a handsome appearance to a giant with a strong body and a thorny muscles.

The change is too great, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as earth-shaking.

Zhao Chenglong looked down at Lin Chong from a high place, his eyes were peaceful and bright, and his body was filled with golden light. His whole body was as if it was made of gold. While it was sacred and solemn, it also gave people an indescribable sense of power and oppression.

"Click!"

A light sound came from Zhao Chenglong's feet.

The hard marble bricks could not bear the weight of his body, and two footprints were stepped on. The dense cracks spread half a meter away with the footprints as the center.

"Tell me if you are ready."

Zhao Chenglong spoke again, his voice was filled with a hint of magnetism, which was clearly transmitted to everyone present, and could be heard even in the most remote corner.

When Lin Chong heard this, he nodded calmly and then posed a dragon and tiger-like boxing posture.

The feet are like dragon plates and the body is like tiger lying.

When you exhale and inhale, thunder will arise.

“Buzz buzz!”

Straws of white mist emerged from the pores all over Lin Chong's body, and then gathered three feet above his head to form a concentrated air mass the size of a heart.

The air mass sometimes expands and sometimes contracts, maintaining the same rhythm as the heartbeat, emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.

Lin Chong's lips opened a gap, and the air mass suspended above his head immediately turned into a white stream of light, which was instantly sucked into his mouth and swallowed into his stomach.

"Swish!"

Two dazzling lightnings suddenly burst out from Lin Chong's eyes!

Lin's short hair, which was about inch long, stood upwards from the sky, and the vast and majestic terrifying aura was like a huge wave, sweeping across all directions.

At the same time, Lin Chongyin's black skin gradually changed to a light golden color.

However, the light gold color on his body was obviously different from Zhao Chenglong, with less sacred and solemn meaning and more cold and hard texture.

"You can take action."

Lin Chong raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Chenglong, his tone as plain as water.

"good!"

Zhao Chenglong spit out a word straightforwardly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his left foot and stepped hard at the ground!

"Dong!"

The ring swayed violently, and a large pit three feet square exploded. Countless gravels splashed around like shrapnel, and the gray-white smoke and dust were like waves rolling.

With the rebound power coming from his feet, Zhao Chenglong turned into a vague golden afterimage and rushed towards Lin Chongqi, with an extremely fast speed!

If it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that Zhao Chenglong, who had performed the golden body of the Unmoved King of Ming Dynasty, could still make such flexible movements.

Two feet apart, passing by in an instant.

Zhao Chenglong rushed to Lin Chong in an instant, clenched his right hand, which was hanging on his waist, into a fist, his eyes flashed with golden light, and he ran straight into his chest without hesitation!

"call out!"

The fist that was as big as a baby's head cut through the air, making a terrifying howling whistling.

This punch is simple and direct, without any tricks, only real and terrible power far beyond the limits of ordinary people.

Before his fist could touch Lin Chong's body, the fierce and violent fist force had already hit him, like a 12-level typhoon, which was about to blow Lin Chong away.

A strange light suddenly flashed in Lin Chong's eyes.

He can actually punch and face Zhao Chenglong head-on, which is allowed by the rules. The so-called three-fist agreement does not mean that he must be beaten and not fight back.

But he didn't.

Lin Chong still stood with his hands down, leaning forward slightly, allowing Zhao Chenglong to slam his fist with a force of ten thousand pounds on his chest.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Su Miao, Lu Yin, Chen Qing, Feng Nan and other girls near the ring felt a thunder sounding above their heads, and they couldn't help but cover their ears.

Warriors with keen senses also have trouble feeling, and many people feel tingling eardrums.

Even so, they still stared at the ring with wide eyes, fearing that they would miss any details.

Lin Chong and Zhao Chenglong were about to part with each other.

Zhao Chenglong stopped in place, with white mist evaporated above his head and heat waves soaring around his body.

"Crazy!"

Lin Chong ploughed with his feet and slid backwards. Wherever he passed, he left two gullies half a foot deep, and retreated to the edge of the arena before he stood firm again.

Almost everyone's attention was focused on Lin Chong's chest.

There was a not-so-obvious fist mark there, which was right in front of Lin Chong's chest.

Zhao Chenglong withdrew his fist, his eyes unstable. Even with his tenacious and indifferent state of mind, he could not control his expression at this moment.

With that punch just now, Zhao Chenglong had already exerted ten percent of his strength, and fell on Lin Chong, but it felt like he hit an indestructible city wall.

Although Lin Chong was shocked, it was just an appearance. Lin Chong was actually not hurt at all.

Apart from being perverted, Zhao Chenglong didn't know how to describe this kind of body.

"So there is really a body refining technique in this world that is stronger than the golden body of the Unmoved Mingwang."

Zhao Chenglong looked down at his right fist and murmured in an inauspicious voice: "Master, I'm afraid that this time I will disappoint you."

His expression was complicated, as if he was lost and as if he was relieved.

"Awesome!"

Under the arena, Wang Hongfu stared at Lin Chong with eyes fixed on her face, her face full of amazement: "The secret technique of thunder sound of tiger and leopard, supplemented by copper and iron casting, has such a strong defense. I'm afraid it's not far from Vajra Wulu?"

No one echoed Wang Hongfu's words.
Chapter completed!