Fast! Fierce!
No fancy moves.
Chen Gang's punch immediately showed the demeanor of a black boxing master. Moreover, the timing of this punch was very good, and Chen Gang was 80% sure that he could hit it.
Bang!
Chen Gang's fierce punch should have hit on Qin Lang's face, but when his fist was about to hit Qin Lang's face, Qin Lang's palm suddenly stretched out and blocked Chen Gang's fierce punch.
Chen Gang was slightly surprised, but the fighting desire in his heart was getting stronger. Without any hesitation, he turned his fist into a claw, grabbed Qin Lang's palm, and hit Qin Lang's abdomen with his knee. This move was not a Chinese martial arts, but a knee skill in Muay Thai. Muay Thai paid particular attention to iron elbow and steel knee, so the knee impact force was very amazing.
Bang!
Qin Lang pressed his other hand and blocked Chen Gang's knee again.
Qin Lang was in a defensive position for two consecutive moves!
Chen Gang's knee failed to hit, so he suddenly turned around and hit Qin Lang's face with his left elbow.
This series of movements was not a real martial arts move, but it was very smooth, showing Chen Gang's rich actual combat experience, and brought a certain pressure to Qin Lang.
The martial arts of the martial arts sects all paid attention to dealing with moves; but the fighting and free fighting did not pay attention to the moves, and they focused on the powerful fighting skills to practice. Therefore, every attack was not fancy, and the power was also very amazing.
A warrior who refined his moves suddenly met a fierce boxer who was good at fighting skills. Once his "stake" was broken, he was likely to suffer a big loss!
Although Qin Lang did not practice many moves, his "stumps" were incomparably solid. When he moved, dodged, and defended, his footsteps made a sound, like the beating of a drum. Although he was in a defensive position, his footsteps were not messed up at all!
"What a solid stance!"
Chen Gang couldn't help sighing in his heart. He had fought with many young disciples of martial arts sects, and almost no one could practice the horse stance like Qin Lang: He was really as steady as a rock and could not be shaken at all!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two men's fists and feet collided, producing a crisp sound. The prisoners in the cell next to them couldn't help but be shocked. Just the sound of their fists and feet colliding was so violent. Wasn't the strength of their fists and feet too astonishing?
In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged over thirty moves.
At this moment, the gap between their cultivation bases was gradually revealed.
Zhao Gang was drenched in sweat from head to toe after this round of fierce attacks. His back had already begun to drip with water. It was obvious that he had used up a considerable amount of energy. Qin Lang, on the other hand, was in a much better state. Only the clothes on his back were drenched in sweat.
The advantages of the Dragon Crouching Stance were starting to show.
Qin Lang also saw this, so he was ready to fight back.
But at this moment, Chen Gang suddenly jumped back, as if he was going to stop.
Just when Qin Lang was surprised, Chen Gang took out two capsules and swallowed them with a "gulp" sound. Seeming to see Qin Lang's doubts, Chen Gang snorted, "This is the stimulant capsule taken by the boxer! You should be proud that you made me consume this thing! "
"Proud your ass!" Qin Lang was angry. This guy took the stimulant, which was obviously cheating. Not only did he cheat, but he was also so pretentious, saying that Qin Lang should be proud of himself.
"Are you angry? Very good! That will be more interesting! "Chen Gang sneered and punched again.
Whoosh!
Chen Gang's punch actually carried a sharp sound of the wind. He, who had taken the stimulant, was several times more fierce than before!
But Qin Lang was also angry. At the beginning, Qin Lang still thought that Chen Gang was a character and had some appreciation for him. But now, Qin Lang only had anger for this despicable guy!
Many people would clench their fists when they were angry, but when Qin Lang was really angry, he loosened his fists. Because at this time, his fists had become palm knives —
Mantis Knife!
There was once a martial arts grandmaster who comprehended the famous Mantis Fist from the movements of a praying mantis pouncing on its prey. Qin Lang, on the other hand, had comprehended the sharp and illusory "Mantis Blade" from the blood mantis. Furthermore, during this period of time, Qin Lang had released the blood mantis from the Thousand Poison Pouch many times. Firstly, he fed it to the blood mantis. Secondly, he comprehended the Mantis Blade from the blood mantis and integrated it into his palm blade.
When Qin Lang fought with the bull, he first comprehended the move of the Mantis Knife. But at that time, the Mantis Knife was just a beginner. But these days, Qin Lang "learned from the bug" and watched the movement of the blood mantis, as well as the wonderful moments of other mantises pouncing on their prey. This made Qin Lang have a deep understanding of the Mantis Knife.
However, for a knife to be sharp, it needed a whetstone.
And now, Chen Gang was the "whetstone" that Qin Lang had been waiting for!
Seeing that Qin Lang didn't use his fists but both of his hands had become palm knives, Chen Gang couldn't help but sneer. Because in his opinion, fists were the best way to attack. Palm knives, fingers, and whatnot were just flashy things!
"Chop!"
Seeing Chen Gang's fist coming at him, the scene of the blood mantis killing the big snake appeared in Qin Lang's mind again. His body shook, and he gathered all his strength into his palm knives. Then, he chopped at Chen Gang's fist with lightning speed!
Bang!
The fist and the palm collided with each other, making a dull sound. Chen Gang felt a sharp pain in his fist. He felt that his fist was not punched on a palm, but on an iron hammer.
But under the effect of the stimulant, Chen Gang's pain tolerance had increased a lot. The ferocity in his body was stimulated. He completely ignored the pain and punched again.
Qin Lang did the same thing, his palm blade chopping down once more!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Qin Lang's Mantis Blade struck out continuously. Not only was his strength astonishing, but he also attacked from tricky angles. He had completely integrated the cunning, swiftness, and precision of a mantis into his' palm blade '. Every' blade 'was imposing and powerful, with the power to split rocks and open tombstones!
Originally, Chen Gang looked down on the moves of China's martial arts and thought that the moves of China's Kung Fu were flashy. But at this time, after experiencing Qin Lang's swift and fierce palm knives, he realized that he was really wrong.
With Chen Gang as a whetstone, Qin Lang's Mantis Knife became more and more handy. Although Chen Gang had taken the stimulant, he was completely suppressed by Qin Lang.
But Chen Gang was an underground boxer after all. Underground boxing was not only cruel and bloody, but also unscrupulous in order to win. Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Chen Gang suddenly turned over an iron bed and smashed it toward Qin Lang. Qin Lang quickly dodged, and Chen Gang took the opportunity to rush over. He used a wrestling posture and tightly locked Qin Lang's neck from behind. He suddenly exerted his strength and actually wanted to choke him unconscious!
"Go away —"
Qin Lang shouted and stamped his feet on the ground. He suddenly exerted all his strength and shook off Chen Gang's arms with his hands. Then he threw Chen Gang out with a shoulder throw and hit the cell door hard, making the cell door roar.
Chen Gang was dizzy because of the fall, but this guy was extremely fierce and he had taken the stimulant. He immediately bounced up from the ground and rushed over to Qin Lang.
At this moment, Qin Lang's mantis blade had been 'sharpened'. In his mind, the scene of the Bleeding Mantis cutting off three inches of the Cauliflower Snake appeared. He suddenly had an epiphany and naturally understood the real killer move.
"Mantis Breaks the Chariot!"
With a low shout, Qin Lang suddenly exerted his strength with the momentum of the Dragon Crouching Stance and concentrated all his strength on the "blade" of the palm knife. His right arm suddenly swung down from above, like the long knife of Guan Yu. With the momentum of the horse, he quickly chopped down and fell on Chen Gang's chest!
"Oh no!"
At the moment when the palm knife hit Chen Gang's chest, Qin Lang suddenly realized that the power of this palm was too strong, so he quickly withdrew half of his strength.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Three clear sounds sounded in Chen Gang's chest. As a black boxer, he clearly knew that it was the sound of ribs breaking!
Qin Lang chopped down with his palm knife and made a bloody mark of more than a foot long on Chen Gang's chest through his clothes. But after all, it was a palm knife. The bloody mark was not deep, but three broken ribs were enough to make Chen Gang lose his combat effectiveness. Even if he had taken the stimulant, he couldn't bear it!
Qin Lang secretly withdrew half of his strength by luck. Otherwise, Chen Gang might be killed by this finger.
But even so, it brought trouble to Qin Lang.
Judging from Chen Gang's previous practice, this guy was simply a person who would do anything to win. Now that his ribs were broken by Qin Lang's "unique move", he would definitely say in front of the prison guards that Qin Lang intentionally hurt him and create more charges for Qin Lang.
At this time, Chen Gang, who was lying on the ground, said to Qin Lang, "You win … Master An, let me tell you one thing … Come here."
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