Chapter 1683 Strong!
"Ah!..."
A tiger roared, the sound shook the whole field, and the terrifying energy fluctuations, with Hu Zi as the center, spread out instantly.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, but the conference table could no longer withstand the violent energy and exploded. The Thai boxing master who had been talking nonsense before seemed to have sensed the crisis, and his pupils shrank immediately, and he flew back quickly.
But it was too late!
Hu Zi before was like a tiger lying on a barren hill, lurking with claws and fangs to endure!
Once it explodes, it will be full of firepower, especially the momentum emanating from him, as if even if the king of heaven came, I would chop him off with a single blow!
"No!"
Suddenly, Mr. Huang's voice rang out, and as the voice came out, I saw Mr. Huang's wrist tremble, and a seal was thrown out directly.
The seal swelled up when it saw the wind. It was originally only the size of a jade pendant, but after being thrown out, it suddenly swelled to the size of a brick.
This seal seemed ordinary, but at this moment, it burst out with unimaginable energy, and when the seal turned over, I could vaguely see the two words "Fantian" engraved on the bottom of the seal.
Those two words, with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, exuding a faint halo and an ancient breath, now blocked in front of Hu Zi, and instantly collided with the tiger intertwined with thunder.
Instantly, strong winds blew up, lightning and thunder roared, and cracks appeared on the walls of the conference room at a speed visible to the naked eye. The damaged tables, chairs and benches were instantly turned into powder under this blow. As for the monks in the field, they also showed their magical powers at this moment, resisting the violent energy.
The Chinese monks were lucky. Although they were shocked for a moment, they were not in the center of the energy. Moreover, both Hu Zi and Mr. Huang held back their hands, so they could still resist.
But the group of overseas monks were not so relaxed. They even looked extremely ferocious. Some of them were directly thrown to the ground and rolled directly to the corner of the wall. Some of them were even directly thrown away by the violent energy, and hit the wall with a "bang", and blood kept flowing from the corners of their mouths.
The Muay Thai master, although he flew back in time and was blocked by Mr. Huang, was still hit the hardest.
His clothes were instantly shredded, and his bronze, angular, and almost perfect body was covered with dozens of knife marks of varying depths.
"Ah!..."
He screamed, and then he was blown away like a leaf in the autumn wind, and hit the wall hard. Then, he fell off the wall as if his body was falling apart, and fell to the ground, blood all over his body.
"Oh my god, Hu Zi is really anxious!" Mao Buhui watched with relish from the side, stroking his chin and said, "It's these bastards who don't know what's good for me. They forced my brother Hu Zi to use his knife. Don't they know that the chef's pig-killing knife technique is not to be insulted? They even dare to say that the pig-killing knife technique is a trivial skill? How much fake wine has he drunk!"
"Hu Zi's knife... is very strong, he seems to have only used 50% of his strength!" Wang Zhenhong squinted his eyes, saw the clue, and said, "Hu Zi didn't kill him, and gave face to both sides. I just didn't expect... that this Muay Thai master is so weak that his defense was broken directly!"
"Uncle, Muay Thai focuses on killing, not defense. If it wasn't for Mr. Huang blocking it just now, the so-called Muay Thai master would have died with that knife!" Wang Qian said.
Only Luohua Wuhen and Mu Yunxi watched this scene coldly without saying anything, but I could feel that both of them were on guard against the rest of the overseas monks, fearing that the rest of them would take advantage of the chaos to kill them, especially Mu Yunxi. I could feel the corpse aura surging in her body. Once the other party showed a little bit of abnormality, she would definitely start a killing spree!
At this time, the terrifying energy fluctuations had dissipated, and the violent energy in Hu Zi's body gradually calmed down. The irritable white tiger also dissipated, and the seal thrown by President Huang also flashed and turned into the size of a jade pendant again, slowly falling back into President Huang's hand.
Silence!
At this moment, the entire conference room was silent, with only heavy and fast footsteps approaching quickly.
A few seconds later, a row of really powerful nuclear bombs and heavily armed military personnel arrived and surrounded the conference room, with their guns pointed at the group of overseas monks, intentionally or unintentionally.
"General Zhang, General Huang, are you okay?" Chief of the Army He Song said, narrowing his eyes and looking at the group of overseas monks with extremely sharp eyes, and finally fixed his eyes on the blood-soaked Thai boxing master who looked like a blood gourd.
"It's okay, you all retreat, call the medical team over." General Huang waved his hand.
He Song nodded, and then quickly left with everyone.
"General Zhang, Mr. Huang, we...we have no intention of offending you, it's just a competition, you...wouldn't be so cruel, would you?" An overseas cultivator spoke, but his tone was less arrogant and more respectful.
"Yes, it's just a competition. General Zhang can't do it himself due to his status, but he can't find a Chinese master to plot against us, right?" Another person also spoke, with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Isn't it what you guys mean?" Before Mr. Huang and I could say anything, the representative of the Fire Worship Sect, Ganghuo, was already unhappy.
"It was you who proposed the sparring. You also know that it is not convenient for General Zhang to do it himself, but you still provoked General Zhang? Besides, who said that we found masters from China? Oh, they are masters for sure, but how old is this little brother?"
At this point, Ganghuo smiled with disdain: "This little brother is General Zhang's childhood friend. We grew up together. He has only been practicing for...more than a year?"
"What!"
"This is impossible!"
For a moment, exclamations arose everywhere, and all the overseas cultivators were shocked.
“Chachai is a well-known master in Southeast Asia. How could he be defeated by someone who has only practiced for one year?”
“I don’t believe it!”
“Haha, whether you believe it or not, this is the fact. If you are not as good as me, you can compete with me. I have practiced for a long time, almost thirty years, and you also have someone who has practiced for almost thirty years. I am not bragging, to beat you, I will use one move, one more move, I will call you Grandpa!”
“No, no, no, Mr. Ganghuo, I think you have misunderstood.” The overseas monk with blond hair and blue eyes, with light and power surging in his body, waved his hands hurriedly, and then said: “We came here to cooperate with you. Now, we have seen your strength, General Zhang, President Huang, we are willing to cooperate with you!”
"Oh?" This sentence made Huang Shuai and I raise our eyebrows, both with a look of amusement on our faces.
"You are willing to cooperate with us because you saw our strength? But..." Huang Shuai paused here. Seeing this, I spoke up and said, "But, we haven't seen your strength!"