Chapter Four hundred and seventy-six I punch, you may die!
Although Ye Fan's words were silent, they were like thunder exploding in Mr. Luo's ears.
Mr. Luo was stunned for a moment, and then a look of disbelief appeared on his face. He couldn't believe his ears.
He never expected that Ye Fan's "fists and feet have no eyes" was because he was afraid of hurting him!
If others say that, it will make him feel that he is really trying to flatter others.
However, Ye Fan's serious tone did not mean the slightest bit of joking, as if he was explaining something that was a matter of course.
For a moment, Mr. Luo was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, with veins on his forehead standing up, and the Tang suit on his body moved without any wind.
His kung fu skills were all developed in battles on the battlefield. He is extremely strong and strong, and is by no means a showy person who can easily hurt people's lives.
Even though he is old, Luo Lao's strength has not been compromised at all. Even the special forces kings in the army were trembling with fear when they saw him, and they did not even dare to express their dignity.
This is the first time in so many years that I dare to despise him so much!
If he hadn't developed a sense of appreciation for Ye Fan's talent, he might have taken action in anger to let Ye Fan know what "younger is still hotter than old"!
On the other side, seeing Mr. Luo's angry eyes, Ye Fan had a wry smile on his face and quickly explained:
"Mr. Luo, I don't look down on you, but you are really no match for me! It's getting late now, so let's go back to our respective homes!"
Little did he know that the more he explained, the more he ignited Mr. Luo's anger.
"Hmph... What a loud tone! Young man, don't think that you can look down on the world's heroes just because you have learned some kung fu! It's not that easy to defeat me, so just try your best!"
"boom!"
The next moment, Luo Lao's body burst out with a fierce fighting spirit, overwhelmingly pressing towards Ye Fan.
Seeing his reluctance, Ye Fan knew that if there was no fight today, he might not let him go.
"In that case, Mr. Luo, I'm offended!"
Speaking of this, Ye Fan dodged and attacked Mr. Luo with his fist.
This punch was just a test and he didn't use much force.
In his opinion, although Mr. Luo is very powerful, he does not pose a threat of death to him. At most, he is only at the peak of the Yellow Realm.
Although he is extraordinary in the secular world, it is impossible to defeat himself.
"Well done!"
Faced with Ye Fan's punch, Mr. Luo shouted loudly, his eyes burst out with dazzling light, and he did not retreat but advanced.
I saw Luo Lao's five fingers spread out, each curling into the palm of his hand like a claw, his energy sinking into his Dantian, and force running through his fingertips. His whole body was as powerful as a rainbow, like a tiger descending from the mountain, domineering and rushing towards Ye Fan.
…
"Oh? Xingyiquan?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows when he saw this, slightly surprised.
What Luo Lao uses is the Tiger Fist in Xingyi Quan. It is extremely rigid and powerful, and it will stop when it is not released. Once it is released, it must restrain the enemy and injure others. His five fingers are like steel fishing to injure the enemy, and the energy penetrates both arms.
The power of the claws can easily break mountains and crack rocks.
In the martial arts world, there is a saying -
If you don’t go out for ten years in Tai Chi, you can beat people to death in one year with Xing Yi!
Tai Chi does not go out for ten years. It means that this kind of Kung Fu cultivates internal strength. To practice softness and strength, long-term softness can become strong. First, you need to remove the stiffness and clumsy strength from the whole body and develop it into four ounces of cotton strength.
This process alone takes three to five years, and then the experience of absorbing and dissolving the soft power, which in layman's terms means being beaten, takes another three years.
The next step up is the stage of physical concentration, where you can use strength to fight, and use Tai Chi to do whatever you want without using your hands. If you want to reach this stage, "ten years" is still a long time!
First of all, one must have outstanding talent, coupled with perseverance in study and practice, as well as guidance from a master, in order to truly understand the essence of Tai Chi.
Xingyiquan, on the other hand, is a type of internal boxing. It is relatively easy to learn and has strong explosive power. For example, the half-step collapsing fist and straight fist strike at a short distance are no less powerful than Bajiquan. If it hits the opponent
Vital parts, a little carelessness can kill you!
Now, Mr. Luo is using the Tiger Fist, using his mind as spirit, using Qi to stimulate his strength, his eyes wide open with anger, and he is looking at the tiger with eagerness. It is obvious that he has reached a state of perfection.
If it were an ordinary person, faced with such a terrifying move, he would probably be scared out of his wits.
Finally, their fists collided in mid-air.
Mars hits the Earth!
"boom!"
There was a deafening loud noise, invisible ripples of energy spread, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart.
…
"Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick!"
Mr. Luo took five steps back.
Every step made a small hole in the ground.
And his right arm twitched and spasmed uncontrollably, as if he had been severely injured.
On the other hand, Ye Fan only swayed slightly, but his feet seemed to have taken root, not moving at all, not even taking a step back.
Which one is strong and which one is weak can be known at a glance!
Seeing this, Mr. Luo's pupils shrank sharply. On the surface, he was calm, but in his heart, there was a huge wave. He was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised.
He never expected that Ye Fan, at such a young age, would have such strong internal energy that he could surpass himself.
But as a strong man, you must have the dignity and pride that belongs to the strong.
If we just admit defeat, Mr. Luo will not be able to save his face.
He looked at Ye Fan from a distance, pretending to smile casually: "Haha... young man, that's right! You are proud enough to do your best to force me to this point!"
"Try your best?!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan slowly shook his head and said word by word: "Mr. Luo, you misunderstood again! In fact, I only used 30% of my strength in that punch just now!"
…
"boom!"
This sentence was like a bomb that exploded in Mr. Luo's ears.
"hiss!"
The next moment, Mr. Luo couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, his whole body was shaken violently, as if he had been shocked by electricity, his face looked like he had seen a ghost, and there was a huge wave in his heart, and he was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised.
You know, because of Ye Fan's contempt just now, he took action with anger. That tiger fist move contained 100% of his strength, and he showed no mercy.
But now Ye Fan said that he only used 30% of his strength to force him back!
This...how is this possible?!
If that were the case, if Ye Fan used all his strength, wouldn't he be able to cause such destructive power as to destroy the world?
At the first moment, he decided that Ye Fan was bragging!
After all, from the outside, Ye Fan is just a young boy, less than twenty years old, probably a freshman attending military training.
In Mr. Luo's understanding, at such an age, no matter how amazing and talented he is, he cannot have that kind of strength!
Thinking of this, Mr. Luo, who has always thought highly of himself, still said a little unconvinced: "Boy, since you are so trustworthy, let's have a good fight today!"
As he spoke, he stomped the ground with his right foot, and his body was like an arrow from the string, shooting towards Ye Fan. He took steps like a plow and landed like roots.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The iron fists formed phantoms in mid-air, forming an airtight net that enveloped Ye Fan, trying to swallow him up like a violent storm.
In a few breaths, Mr. Luo threw at least hundreds of punches, sometimes like a tiger, sometimes like a dragon, sometimes like a horse, sometimes like a monkey... exactly the twelve shapes in Xingyiquan!
However, Ye Fan put his hands behind his back and used mysterious footwork under his feet, dodging attacks as if he were strolling in a garden.
His calm and relaxed look was indescribably free and unrestrained, and even the corners of his clothes were not messy.
Mr. Luo's fierce and terrifying offensive lasted for a full quarter of an hour!
But no matter how hard he tried, he never hit Ye Fan!
…
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Mr. Luo was breathing heavily, and he no longer looked as aggressive as before. There were big beads of sweat on his forehead, and he looked very embarrassed.
In his mind, he changed his previous thoughts and thought to himself, is the 30% strength that Ye Fan said just now really not a bragging?
"Mr. Luo, it's okay if it's close! It's getting late, I should go to the dormitory!"
Ye Fan said, turned around and prepared to leave here.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, Mr. Luo burst out with an angry shout and said through gritted teeth: "Boy, you only know how to hide and hide. How can you be a hero? If you have the ability, you can punch me with all your strength and show me how powerful you are!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, half-squinted his eyes, and shined with unprecedented brilliance, and said word by word:
"Mr. Luo, are you sure? If I punch you, you might die!"