Urban Martial Arts System - Chapter 48
Chapter 48: I Want to Compete in Hidden Weapons
“I have fought against Meng Yangteng many times. He ranks tenth in the martial arts list, and I rank eleventh. I am not his opponent, let alone your opponent.” Xiong Xingyu shook his head and also admitted that he was not his opponent.
“Then, why are you not convinced?” Zhou Ping looked at Xiong Xingyu playfully.
“Because you just showed us how strong internal strength is.” Xiong Xingyu looked at Zhou Ping without fear. “You said that body refining and internal strength should go hand in hand, but you just showed us a strong internal strength. I did not see your strength in body refining. Therefore, I am not convinced!”
“Strength in body refining? Then how do you want to verify my strength in body refining?” Zhou Ping put away his internal strength and stood still.
“It’s very simple, as long as you don’t use internal force and can take three punches from me, I will recognize your strength in body refining,” Xiong Xingyu said loudly.
“Take three punches from you? Don’t worry. I will convince you.” Zhou Ping pointed his finger at Xiong Xingyu.
“I’m going!” Xiong Xingyu yelled and rushed towards Zhou Ping. “First punch!”
Xiong Xingyu smashed Zhou Ping’s mouth with a fierce punch, only to feel like tofu had hit a steel plate. There was a strong counter-shock.
Xiong Xingyu retreated a few steps, his right hand dropping weakly.
Everyone looked at Xiong Xingyu’s right hand and saw that his right fist was bloody. Not only that, Xiong Xingyu’s right hand obviously had an abnormal bend.
“Broken. It’s broken…”
“Senior Xiong’s right hand is broken!”
“What’s the situation? Senior Xiong punched him and broke his hand?”
“Cheating. He must have used internal force to protect his body.”
The crowd looked at Zhou Ping in disbelief, and many people shouted in excitement.
“Nonsense! He didn’t use his internal strength. Are you saying I can’t feel it?” Xiong Xingyu yelled at the crowd.
“Didn’t use internal strength?”
“How is this possible?”
Hearing what Xiong Xingyu said, the crowd fell silent.
“Of all the students, you are the first to make me feel ashamed. Your physical training is really extraordinary.” Xiong Xingyu looked at Zhou Ping with a trace of worship in his eyes.
“Then, do you give up?” Zhou Ping smiled.
“I admit that I am inferior to you, but give up? Hehehe.” Xiong Xingyu suddenly showed a wretched smile. “After saying to give three punches, I only punched once. I don’t admit defeat. It’s been a long time since I met such a powerful body refining expert, and I still can’t resist. Let me do it. If I give up this opportunity, isn’t something wrong with my head?”
“Your right hand is broken. What will you use to fight?”
Unexpectedly, Xiong Xingyu was still a martial idiot, a shameless martial arts idiot. Zhou Ping somewhat appreciated meeting Xiong Xingyu.
“Without my right hand, I still have a left hand. How about it? Can you still take a punch from my left hand?” Xiong Xingyu laughed.
“Just come.” Zhou Ping was also interested.
“Then you are ready. Ah…” With a loud roar, Xiong Xingyu’s entire left arm swelled up, and his sleeves were broken. “Take my punch and break the Yuelong punch!”
With this punch, Xiong Xingyu exhausted all his strength. The momentum far exceeded the previous punch. Even the air made a whistling sound.
“It’s amazing. Can the student take this punch?” Guan Zhengchu said in surprise. “Meng Yangteng, are you sure you can take this punch? How did you win against Xiong Xingyu before?”
“I can’t take this punch.” Meng Yangteng looked at Xiong Xingyu’s punch and sighed in disappointment.
“Xiong Xingyu has made a breakthrough. Now, I am no longer his opponent.”
“Then, do you think this guy can take Xiong Xingyu’s punch?” Guan Zhengchu asked with great interest.
“If he uses internal strength, he can definitely take it easily. But without internal strength, I don’t know.”
When the two were talking, Xiong Xingyu’s punch had already smashed Zhou Ping’s chest.
“What’s the result?”
“Senior Xiong didn’t step back this time!”
“Did he win?”
On the court, Xiong Xingyu still looked like he was still punching. His fist was stuck to Zhou Ping’s mouth.
Xu Xiaoxuan nervously clenched her fist, her eyes full of worry.
Countless blood spurted out of Xiong Xingyu’s left arm. Starting from his fist, the muscles burst open, revealing terrifying wounds.
Xiong Xingyu’s entire left arm also completely loosen and dropped.
“Senior Xiong is… defeated?”
Seeing the scary wound on Xiong Xingyu’s left arm, many freshmen couldn’t help but close their eyes.
“I lost…” Big beads of sweat covered Xiong Xingyu’s forehead, and the severe pain made Xiong Xingyu’s voice tremble.
“Give up? You still have a third punch.” Zhou Ping’s eyes also showed admiration. If such an injury was placed on ordinary people, it would have been painful for a long time, but Xiong Xingyu’s expression didn’t change. If it hadn’t been for the sweat on his forehead, there would be no way to tell he was in great pain.
“No, I have lost both of my fists. If I hit, I can only make a kick. I don’t want to be carried out. I surrender and am convinced.” Xiong Xingyu shook his head and gave up the third punch.
“Give me your address. I’ll send you some medicine later.” Zhou Ping admired Xiong Xingyu more and more. He could endure such severe pain, and there was no unwillingness or resentment in his eyes. Instead, he felt joy. People with this kind of disposition would definitely achieve great achievements as long as they don’t die halfway.
“I have medicine.” Xiong Xingyu declined.
“But it’s definitely not as good as ours.” Zhou Ping’s words were full of irresistible words.
“Okay.” In the end, Xiong Xingyu still did not refuse and gave his dormitory address.
“So, who else is not convinced?” Noddomg to Xiong Xingyu, Zhou Ping looked around the audience again.
Wu Jingxian on one side moved her body and was about to stand up, but she felt someone slap her side. Wu Jingxian hurriedly turned sideways and saw that Guan Zhengchu had already stepped out.
“School flower Wu, let me go first.” Guan Zhengchu smiled at Wu Jingxian and looked at Zhou Ping.
“Why? You want to fight me?” Zhou Ping looked at Guan Zhengchu, and Guan Zhengchu felt a bit weaker than Meng Yangteng.
“No, no! I don’t dare to fight you.” Hearing Zhou Ping’s question, Guan Zhengjie waved his hand repeatedly.
“Then, why did you stand up?” Zhou Ping asked suspiciously.
“Although I won’t fight you, it doesn’t mean that I won’t compete with you.” Guan Zhengjie smiled.
“Didn’t you say that the superb talent can make people learn any technique and then refine it?
“I want to compete in terms of hidden weapons.”
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