Wang Xian opened and closed widely, and lacked flexibility, but this flaw was not in his body skills, but in his "boxing skills".
The "Black Evil Fist" goes straight and forward, and this is Wang Xian's biggest flaw. No matter how powerful Wang Xian is, he cannot change the inherent flaw of this battlefield martial art.
The deeper you are immersed in this martial art, the stronger your strength will be, the harder it will be to change the "rhythm", and the easier it will be to get caught.
To deal with a martial arts genius like Wang Xian, the biggest problem is not to summarize his "rhythm", but to defeat him in actual combat!
Bang bang bang!
The arena was filled with violent waves. The more Wang Xian fought, the more surprised he became. After successfully practicing the "Black Evil Fist", this was the first time he was restrained and couldn't display his power.
Yang Ji's fists often hit him when he had just reached 70% of his strength, and did not use 100% of his strength at all. [PS: Huangfu has read "Unarmed Fighting", and when fighting with others, he pulls the opponent.
At close range and close combat, the strength is not fully used. When the distance is increased, the force of the blow is the greatest.】
Wang Xian tried to change the pattern of his shots, but it was of no use. Yang Ji still caught the "rhythm" and "pattern" of his shots. This feeling was like being imprisoned in a cage, unable to stretch his hands and feet.
Before the game started, Wang Xian originally thought that this game would not be too difficult, but now he has to admit that this is probably the most "tricky" situation he has ever encountered!
"In the martial arts examination, this guy is the first to be able to seal my Black Evil Fist. I have no choice but to use that method. Otherwise, I will definitely lose."
An electric light flashed in Wang Xian's mind, and then his eyes became determined. The guy named "Yang Ji" became more and more familiar with the rhythm of his attacks, and Wang Xian now felt that he was being suppressed more and more seriously.
Now it is 70% of the strength. If the fight continues, it will be good to be able to exert 50% of the strength in a while. In this case, if you don't use "Steel Finger", you will definitely lose.
Wang Xian is also in the military, but he is not a bloodthirsty person. "Steel Finger" is a martial art that he has been immersed in for ten years. It is extremely powerful. Once he points it, a bloody hole will immediately appear. In this case, it is either death or death.
hurt.
Wang Xian has always regarded it as a secret skill that can only be used at the bottom of the box, and he is reluctant to use it. But now, if he doesn't use it, he may not have the chance to use it.
"Buzz!"
On the ring, this thought flashed through Wang Xian's mind. He just loosened his clenched fist and wanted to use the "Steel Finger" magic skill. At this moment, a sudden change occurred——
A bloody palm expanded rapidly in Wang Xian's eyes, and with a bang, it hit Wang Xian's chest heavily at lightning speed. An overwhelming force burst out instantly.
boom!
Wang Xian's body trembled, and he was directly knocked away by the force. He did a somersault in the air and flew directly out of the ring.
"ah!--"
There was a burst of exclamation, and many people stood up with their eyes widened in surprise.
Seeing that Wang Xian was about to be caught by Yang Ji, he was shaken out of the ring with a palm, and a sudden change occurred. At the moment when he fell out of the ring, Wang Xian hooked his feet and forcefully pulled his body back to the ring.
"pity!"
Yang Ji and Han Bin below the ring shouted at the same time, secretly holding their breaths.
Wang Xian's "Black Evil Fist" is not without flaws, but it is not easy to catch his flaws. Yang Ji caught the "rhythm" of his attacks and blocked him for more than ten punches before catching him distracted.
At that moment, he was knocked away with a palm.
But now Wang Xian hooked back into the ring, distanced himself again, and assumed a defensive posture. It would not be that easy to succeed again.
"This guy is really good."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
With that palm just now, he calculated that he could shake Wang Xian out of the ring, but he didn't expect that he would react so quickly. He was indeed a leader from a military family.
"It's been a long time since the battle has been so difficult."
Not far away, Wang Xian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head and said. Yang Ji's palm just now shocked his internal organs. Although Wang Xian is extremely powerful, his ability to resist blows is obviously not as practiced as Yang Ji's.
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"Although your strength is not as good as mine, your fighting instinct is too terrifying. I'm afraid not many people in the entire martial arts palace can surpass you. But I can't lose in the martial arts examination. Be careful, I'm going to use steel fingers!"
Wang Xian directly stated "cars and horses".
Wang Xian seldom speaks, and even less admits that he is inferior to others, unless that person wins his respect. The "steel finger" is extremely powerful, and it will kill or injure him when he strikes. Wang Xian is not willing to make enemies easily when there is no personal grudge between the two parties.
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"Oh, we're each other, I haven't fought so hard for a long time. Just take action!"
Yang Ji smiled.
Although they were enemies of each other, Wang Xian's generous character as a soldier still gave Yang Ji a sense of sympathy for each other. However, despite this, neither Yang Ji nor Wang Xian had any intention of holding back.
"Qiang!"
Wang Xian moved his ten fingers, but the sound he made was like gold and iron, as if they were not ten "flesh and blood", but ten fingers made of steel. An extremely dangerous aura instantly emanated from Wang Xian's body.
Yang Ji's eyes were fixed on Wang Xian's "steel finger" without moving. At the same time, somewhere unnoticed, a surge of blood rushed into the palm of his hand. Yang Ji's separated thumb and the other four fingers instantly came together, like a handle.
It looks like a bloody hand knife.
"This guy……"
Among the crowd, Lu Ling's beautiful eyebrows were raised slightly, and she vaguely felt something.
It was too late, but then it was too late. While many people were still immersed in the sympathetic conversation between Yang Ji and Wang Xian, huge changes had already taken place in the arena.
"boom!"
Like arrows from a string, Yang Ji and Wang Xian jumped out in an instant and rushed towards each other from both ends of the ring. There was a loud bang, the earth trembled, and the entire steel ring seemed to fall over.
In the flash of lightning, Wang Xian stretched out his two fingers, like the sharpest daggers, and thrust them directly into Yang Ji's chest. If this finger had been inserted, it would have even penetrated his lungs.
Everyone held their breath and looked nervously at the stage. In the last game, when Wang Xian defeated his opponent, it was when he used his "steel finger".
"The two of them are going to decide the winner."
An idea flashed through many people's minds like lightning.
"Crack!"
Just when Wang Xian's "steel finger" was about to pierce through Yang Ji's chest like a dagger, a red light flashed, and a blood-red palm suddenly stood in front of Wang Xian, slashing into Wang Xian's index finger and ring finger with thunderous force.
Suddenly, there was just a crunching sound of bones, Wang Xian's expression changed drastically, and his ten steel fingers felt like they were struck by lightning.
The ten fingers of "Wang Xian" are as strong as steel and extremely hard, but the areas between the fingers obviously cannot be trained.
The moment the two of them fought, Wang Xian felt as if he had been struck by a knife. For the first time since the fight, Wang Xian felt a sense of crisis in his heart.
"call!"
Soon enough, Wang Xian flicked his left hand, stretched out five fingers at the same time, and thrust into Yang Ji's chest. If he had hit Yang Ji, the wound would not be able to stop, or at least it would be a serious injury.
The competition between the two sides in the martial arts examination was already quite a "heavy hand". However, Yang Ji's strength forced Wang Xian to use this method.
"boom!"
Just as Wang Xian changed his moves, Yang Ji made a palm move with his left hand. The blood-red palm was like a spiritual snake. It bypassed Wang Xian's five sharp palms and slashed the veins at the root of his wrist, sending out a huge electric current.
Flashing past, Wang Xian's palm trembled and he retracted like lightning.
Once, twice, three times...
In a short period of time, Wang Xian attacked dozens of times, and every time, Yang Ji flexibly bypassed his fingers and intercepted the meridians of his palm.
A total of more than thirty attempts were made, but not one of them was successful.
The tendons in Wang Xian's arms became more and more numb, and his fingers were connected to the tendons, so much so that even his shots were affected, becoming less and less agile than before.
Wang Xian's "rhythm" has been completely mastered by Yang Ji, and the degree of the fight has gradually deepened. Although Wang Xian's ten "steel fingers" are indestructible, there is no way to touch Yang Ji.
One after another, Wang Xian was retreating, and his momentum was getting stronger and stronger. He had a powerful force, but he couldn't exert it at all.
boom!
Yang Ji patted Wang Xian's chest lightly with his palm, and Wang Xian was immediately shaken several feet away and became motionless.
The entire arena was completely silent. Everyone looked at Wang Xian for a while, and for a while Yang Ji was surprised and confused. The two of them fought so fast just now, and soon no one could see the difference at all.
Wang Xian stood there like a sculpture, his face uncertain. Just when everyone thought he was going to attack again——
"I lost!"
Wang Xian opened his lips, uttered three words, and then left the ring without looking back.
boom!
These three simple words caused an uproar in the martial arts hall. Many people felt their blood rushing upwards, especially those who were optimistic about Wang Xian before the game. They were going crazy.
"Wang Xian lost, he actually lost - how is that possible?!"
"Black Evil Fist, Black Evil Fist, this is the most difficult boxing technique for the army to practice!"
"Wang Xian comes on again, the winner hasn't been decided yet, why do you give up like this?"
"Are you kidding? This Yang Ji is actually so strong!"
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The crowd was in an uproar. Regardless of Yang Ji or Wang Xian, their realms were much higher than most of the students in the Breathing Realm. Only a very few people could see the truth from the truth.
Just after the last push, Wang Xian had actually fallen off the ring, and Yang Ji obviously took his face into consideration before giving him a gentle push. It was precisely because Wang Xian understood this that he gave in, rather than losing his will to fight.
What is Wang Xian?
The most outstanding person in the military family, a martial arts genius. Along the way, he almost always fought quickly and never lost. The most powerful "Black Evil Fist" combined with the "Steel Finger" secret technique actually lost to this unknown person.
The legendary Yang Ji, in particular, is obviously not as powerful as Wang Xian!
This fact makes many people feel secretly chilling. To what extent does a person's fighting instincts and fighting skills need to be rich enough to defeat the weak and the strong, and defeat a martial arts genius like Wang Xian?
There was a lot of discussion on and off the ring. There was no doubt that Yang Ji and Wang Xian were the most exciting match today. However, Yang Ji was flawlessly concerned about this. After the military commander who presided over the match announced the result, he jumped lightly and left the ring.
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"Let's go!"
Yang Ji pulled Lu Ling and left the venue directly. This game is destined to be discussed for a long time, and Yang Ji will also attract the attention of many people.
Yang Ji had no intention of standing here again, enjoying the crowd's attention.