"Eight Extremes - Ye Lang, I've learned a lot."
Ye Lang ignored the Demon Claw's nonsense. Although he was shirtless, he still dusted himself off and interrupted him.
The Demon Claw was not annoyed. He looked at Ye Lang who was still bowing to him and laughed wildly. Then he put on a boxing stance.
"Come on, let me see if you can withstand three punches this time."
Before he finished speaking, the devil's claws, like an iron fist, rushed towards Ye Lang's face with a sound of breaking wind.
Ye Lang leaned over and dodged to the side, trying his best to hook his fist into the ribs.
As soon as he hesitated, the devil's left fist arrived.
Ye Lang dodged and grabbed the devil's wrist, used the force to turn his wrist, and suddenly turned around and elbowed the opponent in the face.
The demon's claws reacted extremely quickly, bending their heads to avoid the attack in an instant.
The next moment, both of them hit each other's liver with their other hands almost at the same time.
Bang, bang~two muffled sounds.
Ye Lang took a step back, and his claws sprayed a mouthful of blood into the sky.
But this man seemed to be insensitive to the pain, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was even stronger.
Even more exciting than their fighting spirit was the barrage in the live broadcast room.
After only seven or eight seconds of confrontation, the broadcast room exploded.
Ji Kun: "Holy crap, that's awesome!"
The older girl grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and said, "The collision of traditional martial arts and modern fighting is so exciting!"
Tieguai from the production team: "Damn, every punch hits the flesh, this is much more exciting than using hidden weapons!"
Bad Control: "My husband is so handsome!"
The shit cook behind the scenes: "Right...right?"
......
A faint light flashed in the devil's eyes, and his fist became more powerful, aiming at Ye Lang's face.
Ye Lang did not retreat but advanced, his fists as fast as the wind, changing his moves in an instant, and hitting the devil's chest with an Baji Collapse Fist.
The demon dodged sideways and counterattacked with a hook punch.
Ye Lang dodged the attack brilliantly with a flick of his body, then swiftly struck the devil's waist with a side kick.
The demon snorted coldly, crossed his hands to block, and instantly grabbed Ye Lang's ankle and pulled it hard.
Ye Lang took advantage of the momentum to leap into the air and slashed down with a mid-air kick.
The demon claws stepped back and raised their arms, taking the blow with their bare hands.
But how could this kick from a 31.3 physique be so easily received? The devil's arms shook violently, his legs trembled slightly, and another large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Ye Lang felt a little disgusted at this time. If you want to fight, just fight. Why do you always spit blood on people's faces and use magic attacks?
This demon claw must have awakened some special ability to strengthen its hands, but its physical fitness is limited after all.
Ye Lang's eyes flashed, and while the opponent was not yet stable, he changed his fist to a palm and swiftly struck the opponent's ribs.
The demon groaned, his ribs aching violently, his body swayed, and he managed to keep steady, but the blood that had just stopped spurted out again.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and counterattacked with his left fist with a sound of breaking wind, piercing Ye Lang's jaw.
Ye Lang tilted his head, but the devil's dark right fist connected extremely quickly and forced Ye Lang in the face.
Ye Lang had no time to dodge. He only had time to raise his arms and use a double elbow to block the thundering blow.
The two figures intertwined, fists and feet were fighting, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room surged like a tide, and the audience's blood boiled, cheering for this ultimate showdown.
The demon claws were grinning at this moment, with a mocking look on their faces.
"Is this Bajiquan? Why do I see shadows of modern fighting in your moves?"
Ye Lang's expression remained unchanged as he continued to attack.
"So much nonsense."
The devil sneered, and punched more fiercely, each move aimed at the vital points.
After Ye Lang withstood several attacks with his strengthened arms, he finally seized the opportunity and delivered a swift and powerful kick through the heart, striking the demon's abdomen.
Demon's Claw: Poof!
Ye Lang delivered a liver-blasting punch.
Demon's Claw: Poof!
It's so fucking disgusting, are you a blood-spurting kid?
Ye Lang frowned, took the opportunity to grab his arm, and moved as fast as the wind, approaching the middle door of the devil's claws.
Then, Ye Lang closed his elbows and raised his right shoulder, gathering strength, and used a move that he had studied for two and a half years, a move that instantly made the live broadcast room boil.
"Tie Shan Kao!"
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