Chapter 364: Defeat with one punch
Chapter 363 Defeated with One Punch
The fist wind was strong, and the strong wind rolled up.
Ancient Muay Thai practitioners are different from traditional domestic martial artists. Domestic martial artists pay attention to both internal and external training. Although Song Tao has a breath in his body, his body is stronger and more powerful. It is quite partial. A horizontal martial artist who specializes in physical training has sufficient speed, strength and muscle strength. A warrior who can challenge dark energy.
He was confident that this punch could blow Zhuo Bufan's head.
Zhuo Shanshan exclaimed, her bright eyes widened, her small hand covering her mouth.
Zhuo Bufan raised his hand and greeted him with a fluttering fist. The two fists smashed together.
Bang...
With a sound of metal delivery, Song Tao's arm twisted like a small snake, the bones were broken, and even the white bone stubble pierced the skin, the whole arm was dripping with blood, and the whole person flew out upside down.
"You are too weak." Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said lightly.
Song Tao fell on the ring, his right arm was completely deformed, even if it was connected, it was scrapped.
"No...impossible..." Song Tao's eyes were blank and his pupils dilated. He has received extremely harsh training since he was a child, and now he hasn't even hummed even though his bones are all broken.
Such a result had long been expected by Qin Yang and the old man, Zhuo Bufan was at least a martial artist at the master level, and a small Song Tao was not enough to see in front of him.
However, Qin Tong and Qin Yun had their throats trembling, and at the same time swallowed a mouthful of saliva. They couldn't believe that all this was true.
The audience was quiet.
Song Tao's fighting strength is obvious to everyone. Even Meng Hansen, one of the double bonus cudgels of the Fire Tiger gang, was killed by him, but now he was punched and flew out by a young boy. Is this really Superman?
In fact, Zhuo Bufan's golden skin had reached the third layer, and he couldn't even pass through bullets. What's more, the fist of a mortal fell on him as if it were tickling.
"Is Zhuo Bufan a warrior?" Zhuo Fang's eyes widened, dumbfounded, and after a long while, he muttered to himself.
In such a short period of time, his mood was like a roller coaster. Originally thought that when he arrived at the university, he began to show off his extraordinary communication skills, and he had already left Zhuo Bufan far behind, but now Zhuo Bufan's punch has directly crushed all his inner pride.
Without real martial artist strength, a family will have no foundation and will never become a fourth-level family, and Zhuo Bufan is a martial artist. What this means is self-evident. Even if he is mixed to a high position, he cannot be matched. position.
"Ok... so amazing, is he mutated?" Zhuo Shuai almost fell on the ground with his eyes. He usually likes to watch Ying Country movies, and he suddenly thought about it.
"Brother Xiao Fan, I was scared to death." Seeing him standing on the ring with high spirits, Zhuo Shanshan breathed a sigh of relief and smoothed her chest with her small hand.
"To bully my sister, there is only one dead end." Zhuo Bufan looked at him, his eyes were like electricity, and his aura came over the world with imposing power.
Song Tao's face changed drastically, "Don't...don't kill me...someone asked you to provoke you. If you don't kill me, let me tell you who he is?"
"No need." After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he jumped up in the air and stepped down.
"Stop it." A loud shout sounded like a thunder.
Zhuo Bufan turned a deaf ear, stepping on Song Tao's chest, and suddenly a large area of his chest was sunken, bones pierced the lung lobes and heart, Song Tao's eyes were scared, his head tilted, a ray of blood spilled from his mouth, and he died on the spot.
"You...you dare to kill my disciple."
The whole body of the person who drank just now was trembling, and his eyes were like sharp arrows. An old man with short white hair, with his hair standing upside down, was wearing a white Tang suit with golden dragon patterns embroidered on it, and his face was clear. He and Songtao were both from Xiangguo.
At this time, many bodyguards in black clothes and black trousers also gathered around the ring. Song Tao is the top fighter in the field and can generate hundreds of millions of income in the boxing arena every year. If Zhuo Bufan hurts him, at least it will It can be treated and healed, but it is directly destroyed, which has already touched the interests of the boxing field.
Manager Ma Teng was sweating profusely, and Song Tao fell. I am afraid that his position as manager could not be kept.
Qin Yang and the old man sitting in the first row reacted and their expressions changed drastically.
Qin Yang jumped up, and suddenly ran to the side of the ring. Ma Teng saw him, bowed quickly, and cried respectfully, "Big Master."
"I'm from Nima, so I withdrew the people." Qin Yang kicked his belly and shouted harshly.
The old man Qin came from a family, gentle and personable. When did he explode in public, Manager Ma paled with fright and almost fainted. He had never seen him make such a big fire.
Qin Yang couldn't wait to slaughter this guy, even Song Tao couldn't catch his punch, Pu Tiedao's black knife couldn't cut his body, and no matter how many bodyguards came up, they would send food.
The white-haired old man is Song Tao's master, one of the inheritances of ancient Thai boxing, called Guzan.
"Shao Qin, what are you doing? Could it be that he killed my apprentice, and your Qin family would ignore it?" Gu Zan exasperated and said loudly.
Qin Yang frowned, this old man was just dying, "Mr. Gu, your Muay Thai line is just cooperating with our boxing arena. Every time you play the game, the money is given to you at a rate of 70%, and we I've said it a long time ago, that life and death are in the ring, and wealth lies in the sky."
Guzan frowned and snorted coldly.
It's not that he feels bad for Songtao, the key is that he loses a strong general, and he loses nearly 10 million in income every month.
"Well, since you Qin family don't want to control, then let me kill him." Gu Zan's eyes were cold, and the air seemed to be sizzling. This is a trend that has risen to the extreme. Circumstances that have changed.
The face of the old man standing beside Qin Yang changed, "Is this guy practicing great? With their ancient Muay Thai secret skills, I am afraid that I am not even his opponent."
Qin Yang also changed his face.
"Success!" Guzan stretched out his dry palm, grasped the iron lock the size of a pigeon egg, and lifted it hard. The chain about three meters long was broken and he held it in his hand, like a black long whip like Zhuo. Extraordinarily spurred away.
Zhuo Bufan teleported away.
The sound of "Bang." The cement shavings flew like rain, and a three-inch-deep, length-long crack appeared on the ring, as if an iron chain smashed the ring in half.
The audience in the audience was crazy, it was so exciting, it was even more shocking than a 3D martial arts movie.
"what!"
The smoke billowed and then dispersed, but Guzan found that Zhuo Bufan had disappeared.
At this moment, a danger emanating from his heart made his whole body tremble.
Looking up, Zhuo Bufan descended from the sky like a god.
"Fuck it, isn't it a **** foot?" Someone asked in surprise.
