However, Song Shuhang immediately realized that it was not that his opponent's fists were weak, but that he had become stronger.
The Body Tempering Liquid had made his body almost reach the limit of the human body. After practicing the Foundation Building Fist Art once, his body's quality had already undergone an earth-shattering change.
At this time, Nam Ho Meng laughed excitedly. "You are indeed a real expert. What a powerful claw technique."
He couldn't retract his clenched fist for a while, so he lifted his leg without hesitation and performed a powerful knee attack.
Knee attacks naturally couldn't be used in traditional Sanda, but Nam Ho Meng wasn't in a Sanda competition. Although he was big and his smile was a little silly, he wasn't a fool. In a fight, he had to do what he could!
Song Shuhang sighed. He clenched his hand into a dragon's claw and swung it upward. The claw was like a dragon dancing.
It wasn't just the dragon's claw that was dancing, but also the prey that was caught.
Nam Ho Meng suddenly felt that his body, which weighed more than 120 kilograms, was thrown off the ground!
Moreover, his opponent only had one arm.
Nan Haomeng's heart skipped a beat. What a terrifying monstrous strength. Not only could the opponent lift his good-for-nothing little brother's body with one arm, he could even easily fling a big guy like him away!
But, I won't be defeated so easily!
"Roar!" Nam Ho Meng roared and lowered his body, trying to force his body to fall. At the same time, he retracted his right hand and waited for his body to fall before launching a storm-like attack.
However, at this time, Song Shuhang attacked again.
Foundational Fist Technique Two. His fists were like shooting stars. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen punches landed on Nam Ho Meng's body.
Because the speed was too fast, it surpassed Nam Ho Meng's reaction. Therefore, the big guy obediently became a punching bag in mid-air.
When Song Shuhang swung his fists, he didn't recite the Fist Scripture Formula.
Firstly, he didn't have enough time. Secondly, if he recited the formula and imbued his fists with spiritual energy, he might punch a hole in his opponent's body.
At that time, what awaited Song Shuhang would be an iron prison.
If you're unlucky, the daisy goes in and the sunflower comes out.
Moreover, when he swung his fist, he deliberately held back half of his strength.
Even so, his tempered fists were terrifyingly heavy. More than a dozen punches landed on Nam Ho Meng's face, and the sandbag Nam Ho Meng was smashed into a daze.
The Nam Ho Meng … was dead!
Song Shuhang retracted his fist and exhaled a mouthful of foul air. He had the demeanor of an expert.
Nam Ho Meng painfully rubbed a dozen or so places on his body and asked, "What kind of fighting style is this? Ancient Chinese Martial Arts? "
"Basic Fist Technique Two." Song Shuhang's tone was inexplicably heavy.
"Basic Fist Technique 2? What the hell is this? "Nam Ho Meng blurted out.
Song Shuhang suddenly felt very melancholic. If he could, of course, he also wanted a cool and intimidating name. Unfortunately, he was destined to have no fate with that kind of cool name.
Seeing Song Shuhang's unfriendly expression, Nam Ho Meng decisively admitted defeat, "I lose!"
He sighed because the two of them were not on the same level. He was born with great strength, but the opponent's strength was greater than his.
His sanda martial arts was solid, but the opponent's fist technique seemed to be more brilliant than his sanda.
"A wise choice." Song Shuhang nodded, "Then, according to convention, if you fail the challenge, you need to pay the price."
Nam Ho Meng was very unscrupulous, "I don't have money."
He stiffened his neck. At most, he would just beat me up again. I don't have money, but I have my life! I definitely won't encourage this kind of extortion and blackmail.
"I don't need money." Song Shuhang didn't mean what he said. Recently, he was in need of money, "I need you to help me investigate something."
One person's power was limited, and the hoodlums had their own information channels.
Perhaps he could find the person who investigated him yesterday from their mouths.
Although he had already decided to seek help from Senior Medicine Master, it was never wrong to be more prepared!
…
…
After a moment.
Nam Ho Meng scratched his head, "You want me to find someone to help you investigate the person who investigated you yesterday at noon?"
Actually, this kind of thing wasn't difficult. He only needed to know which student the person who investigated Song Shuhang asked, and then through the student who was questioned, he would be able to deduce the person's appearance, and then slowly deduce the person's identity. If that didn't work, he still had a way to check the surveillance at the school gate. He had a certain amount of connections in the school.
However, even if he lost the fight, why should he help Song Shuhang?
He was only here to find someone to fight, he didn't agree to help if he lost — at most, he would just fight again!
"You will help me, right? Senior Nan! "Song Shuhang squatted beside Nam Ho Meng, his eyes narrowed, and a dangerous look appeared in his eyes.
If Nan Haomeng dared to utter half a word of 'no', he would kill him and not bury him!
Nan Haomeng's expression changed greatly. He scratched his head and smiled foolishly. "I understand. I'll let those good-for-nothings and their friends handle this matter. But I can't guarantee that I can find out the result. "
He had a feeling that if he didn't agree just now … it would be very tragic!
Song Shuhang showed a satisfied smile, "Then, I will leave it to you, Senior Nan!"
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…
After finishing the fight, Song Shuhang felt very comfortable all over. This fight not only relaxed his muscles and bones, but also deepened his understanding of the 《Basic Fist Technique of Vajra》.
This kind of understanding was different from the understanding he got from the "Illusory Space". This kind of understanding was more flexible, and it could make Song Shuhang more efficient when he used the 《Basic Fist Technique of Vajra》 in the future. He could save more physical strength, and he could produce more qi and blood!
Real combat was always more effective than building a car behind closed doors!
"Maybe I should find more opponents and properly practice fist techniques? Mm, I'll note this down first. Tomorrow I'll ask Senior Medicine Master if real combat has any meaning to me at this stage. "Song Shuhang thought in his heart.
He smoothly arrived at the dormitory.
Song Shuhang opened the Nine Provinces Number One Group out of habit.
There were many messages in the group.
The first was the chat log of Medicine Master exchanging for two types of Foundation Establishment techniques for Song Shuhang at noon.
Next was a message from two minutes ago from Copper Trigram's Immortal Master. "This heavenly master has calculated the time. After a while, it will be time for True Monarch White to finish his hundred and fifty years of seclusion, right?"
Beihe Sanren sent a stiff emoji. After a while, he said, "True Monarch White is a seclusion madman. He really is a role model for our generation. After coming out this time, he shouldn't be far from Stage 7 Spirit Venerable right? I reckon before long, he'll have to call Senior White Venerable White. "
"The most important question is, True Monarch White will definitely contact us after coming out of seclusion right? At that time, who will receive him? "A member with the ID Drunken Moon Resident Scholar replied.
Drunken Moon Resident Scholar. This name was very familiar to Song Shuhang. It seemed that he frequently appeared in the group. But for some reason, he never had any sense of existence, and was forgotten in the blink of an eye.
As soon as Drunken Moon Resident Scholar's words fell, the group became silent.
After a while, Beihe Sanren said, "I'll say it first. Last time I went to receive True Monarch White. This time, it won't be my turn! "
From his tone, it seemed that receiving True Monarch White who came out of seclusion was a very scary matter? Even the warm and hospitable Beihe Sanren was scared to this extent?
Three Waves suddenly popped up. "Recently I've felt that my realm is getting restless. I'm preparing to go into seclusion for a few years. Everyone quickly say it! "
"Who are you trying to fool Three Waves? You just advanced to the late stage of the Spirit Emperor realm not long ago. You're still far from breaking through." Beihe Sanren added a sneering emoji.
"I had a fortuitous encounter recently, so my realm is going to soar. It doesn't matter if you guys believe it or not, I believe it. In any case, I'm going into seclusion. I'm in a hurry to say it. "Three Waves said resolutely.
"What are you guys in a hurry for?" Copper Trigram Immortal Fortune Teller said calmly. "True Monarch White isn't going to come out immediately. There's still a long period of time. When the boat reaches the bridgehead, it'll naturally straighten out. There'll always be a way. "
"Fortune teller, could it be that you already have a brilliant plan?" Beihe Sanren asked.
Copper Trigram Immortal Fortune Teller: "Hmph, I naturally have brilliant plans. But I definitely won't tell you, North River. Just give up. "
Damn it! Beihe Sanren clenched his fists. Motherf * cker. Three months later at the Battle of the Forbidden City, I'll definitely torture this fortune teller to death. I'll beat him to the point that even my mother won't be able to recognize him.
Song Shuhang was scrolling through the chat, wanting to add a sentence to show his existence. But for some reason, when Copper Trigram Immortal Fortune Teller said he had a brilliant plan, he felt a chill run from his head all the way to his anus.
He had a premonition that if he were to interrupt now, he would invite trouble onto himself.
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