Global Survival: 100 Times Cultivation Speed From The Start

Global Survival: 100 Times Cultivation Speed From The Start Chapter 105

The middle-aged Martial Artist stood up.

He stared at the two men in the battle.

He couldn't believe it.

A kid who was kicked out of the Wang Family and showed unparalleled talent in boxing.

The energy fluctuations contained in that punch even made him, an expert with six layers of internal power, feel a little palpitated.

Be aware.

If you use the spiritual power level to convert.

He is at least a B-level Martial Artist!

It means.

The power Tyrant Fist showed at this moment was enough to threaten him.

How is this possible!

Besides there are Wang Family children who don't know what happened.

“Uncle Wang, what happened?”

The middle-aged Martial Artist known as Uncle Wang did not speak.

It's just a gesture of his eyes.

His mood is still fluctuating violently.

And this moment.

Wang Yun's punch and Tyrant Fist's punch meet.

Boom!

It's like a fire star hitting Earth.

A wave of air broke out.

A silhouette flew backwards faster than it came.

Everyone watched.

It was a surprise to everyone.

Wang Yun is well-known and ranked 48th on the Spiritual Gold List.

At this moment, it was blown away like a kite with a broken string.

I saw Wang Yun's face full of astonishment.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he subconsciously defended himself.

"I underestimated the enemy just now, boy, I'm still a bit strong."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth without a trace.

Wang Yun's eyes were dark.

He had to admit.

The Tyrant Fist is different now.

The momentum, will, boxing style and boxing style have all changed a lot.

He didn't react for a while.

Yes.

It's just that he didn't pay attention.

How could a bastard be stronger than him? !

"Come again!"

This time, Wang Yun burst into a heart-pounding aura.

C-level late stage!

"Meteor Fist!"

Wang Yun shouted angrily, rushing towards Tyrant Fist like an arrow.

And Tyrant Fist's response is still a punch that looks ordinary.

Slowly, like an old man.

Can be in the eyes of everyone on site.

It's lightning fast!

It makes it difficult to capture the trail.

It was that day in the square.

Tyrant Fist learned from Chu Feng's sword practice.

The chaotic feeling of that space made him intoxicated.

Tyrant Fist has no idea what this is.

I can only draw tigers and cats, and copy them reluctantly.

But at this moment, it is like a fist god descending.

The slow punch seems to carry the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.

This power.

Let the crowd around can't help but change color.

Lin Sen, Nie Qinglan, Xuan Chengzi, Bai Ziyuan, Liu Xian'er...

As long as they are strong, they all feel a threat.

"This power..."

Liu Xian'er was the closest and felt the deepest.

But she didn't watch Tyrant Fist.

Instead, he looked towards Chu Feng who was constantly knocking melon seeds beside him.

Tyrant Fist is so strong.

Why would he obey Chu Feng?

What secrets are there?

Chu Feng, who was watching the play next to him, didn't know what Liu Xian'er was thinking.

Just looking at Tyrant Fist and couldn't help grinning.

"Yo, there's a little surprise, I've started to get started with boxing. Now it should be barely comparable to Bai Ziyuan five days ago."

That is, five days. Previously, the strength of the Gold List's top ten.

Technique, technique, artistic conception.

This is a big improvement in martial arts.

Five days ago, Bai Ziyuan had already walked some distance on his way.

The Tyrant Fist at the moment may still be a little bit different.

But at least it's on the same level.

Seeing this, Chu Feng had already anticipated what happened next to Wang Yun.

Too lazy to read it.

Instead, ka beng ka beng is eating melon seeds.

Then cautiously separated the skin and flesh of the seeds.

Sure enough.

Next second.

Chu Feng heard a shrill scream.

It sounded like a broken bone.

I saw that Wang Yun was even worse this time.

The bone on the right fist pierced through the skin and was exposed.

Blood all over the fist.

At this moment, Wang Yun only felt darkness in front of him, fell to the ground, and muttered in despair.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could I lose to a waste..."

Wang Yun seemed to have lost his mind.

Suddenly, he rushed up again frantically.

The next moment was smashed by Tyrant Fist mercilessly.

He fell to the ground and coughed up blood.

Tyrant Fist just feels very comfortable right now.

Starting is also ruthless.

"Tsk tsk, miserable."

Chu Feng glanced at Tyrant Fist, indifferently said.

"Xiaoquan, the progress has been great, even I have been able to hide it."

Tyrant Fist seemed to be reborn at this moment, and smiled at Chu Feng.

"Thanks to you."

"Oh!"

Chu Feng gave a light drink, he didn't want to eat this.

"In this case, within the five moves, let him lie on the ground honestly, making the ground covered with blood. Isn't this causing trouble for the sanitation Aunt!"

Tyrant Fist smiled naively.

"Just one more punch, I'm sure he won't get up."

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!!"

Wang Yun It was unbearable to hear these two people sing and humiliate themselves so much.

Rush to Tyrant Fist again.

And Tyrant Fist, is also ready to make a final punch.

At the last minute.

Suddenly, a middle-aged Martial Artist fell from the sky.

Wang Yun was behind him with one hand.

The other hand turns into an iron fist.

Slammed into Tyrant Fist.

Tyrant Fist's eyes widened.

As soon as the fist touched, he sensed that he was lost and retreated again and again.

But it wasn't hurt.

"Wang Chengkun, why are you interfering in matters between the juniors!"

Tyrant Fist recognized the person in front of him.

An elder at Wang Family Presbyterian Church.

Expert of the sixth internal force.

Compared to B-level spiritual force Martial Artist.

But he wasn't afraid at the moment.

The punch just now, he felt that although he was invincible, he was not without the power to resist.

Wang Chengkun had a cold face.

"Wang Long! You can actually do this to your kin! You don't care about kinship, it's extremely cold-blooded!"

Tyrant Fist responded indifferently.

Just about to rebut.

I heard Chu Feng's calm voice.

"Tyrant Fist, come back. There's no need to be reasonable with a guy like this who puts hats on people when he comes up. It's not easy to deal with him now. When the opportunity comes, use your fists to shut him up. That's it."

The corners of Tyrant Fist's mouth rose upon hearing this.

"Understood, Brother Feng."

With that, Tyrant Fist turned around and left.

Wang Chengkun was left standing awkwardly.

It is neither to go nor to stay.

Only coldly snorted.

Forcibly find the angle.

"Wang Long, it's really embarrassing for our Wang Family to listen to an outsider like that!"

These words seemed to stimulate Tyrant Fist.

He turned around abruptly.

There was a sudden burst of laughter.

"Haha, what a joke!

We're Wang Family! It's your Wang Family!

Since I was young, what have you given me?!

I can stand in front of you with dignity now, all of which are given by the outsider you said!

I don’t listen to him, can I listen to you?

I'm sick!"

After finishing speaking, Tyrant Fist just felt extra relieved.

Impressive thinking.

Walk behind Chu Feng and stand still.

This scene once again made the scene uproar.

The Tyrant Fist of the toughest.

In front of that young man, why are you so obedient!

Chu Feng smiled faintly upon seeing this.

"I'm happy now.

Well, Martial Artist, the blood is hot.

I feel bad, I'll be good after a fight, and I'll be fine again.

If you're not happy, just kill it, it's always fun.

The human beings are just too kind, they don't die, what's a troubled world."

The last sentence, Chu Feng There are indeed some emotions.

In the past life.

Like Wang Yun and Wang Chengkun's actions to provoke the strong.

It is not uncommon to be killed on the spot.

Unfortunately, the abyss wave has not come yet.

Humans have no sense of crisis.

Naturally, there is no awareness that the dignity of the strong cannot be violated.

Wang Chengkun just coldly snorted.

"It's ignorant and vulgar! It's ridiculous! Now that the abyss is emerging, the martial arts is flourishing, how come the troubled times."

Chu Feng meaningfully laughed.

"Hopefully in a week, you will still be alive to tell me this."

After finishing speaking, I didn't bother to explain.

It's boring to play the piano.

On the contrary, he solemnly looked at the melon seeds in his hands like a hill.

Suddenly turned his head and handed it to Liu Xian'er beside him.

"Hey, just peeled, let's eat."

What Liu Xian'er greeted was the round beautiful eyes of Liu Xian'er.

"This is what you knocked with your mouth..."