Chapter 137 A Strong And Special Bloodline

"Don't be wild. Xu Xuan is only ranked 42. Don't think he's invincible. I'll fight you."

A young man walked out.

"Pu Sichong is about to make a move. Pu Sichong used to be ranked 19th on the bronze list. This time, he fell back one place and was ranked 20. He was a lot stronger than Xu Xuan."

Someone recognized the speaker.

Pu Sichong had fought in the air during the quad tournament and was very strong. Everyone expected Pu Sichong to teach the strong young man a lesson.

"Where are you on the bronze list?"

The strong young man asked with a smile.

"Not really. It's only twenty. There are nineteen people who are better than me."

Pu Sichong said.

"Number twenty?"

The strong young man shook his head and said, "You are no match for me. Let's have a stronger one."

"Arrogance is known after war."

Pu Sichong strode forward and came to the strong young man.

"Young master, these useless people will not shed tears until they see the coffin. Let them know how rubbish they are."

Jian Wuchen said coldly.

"Haha, brother jian, don't worry."

The strong young man grinned and then shouted, "Boy, look at this!"

Boom!

The strong young man also punched out, his fists black and shiny, giving off a metallic luster.

Clang!

Pu Sichong's sword came out of its scabbard, and the air of the sword rose into the sky. The green air of the sword almost turned into substance, avoiding the fists of the strong young man and cutting towards the strong young man.

"You want to avoid my fist, you want to be beautiful."

The strong young man sneered and shook his fist, as if he had passed through space, and instantly landed on Pu Sichong's sword.

There was a loud noise, just like the previous fight with Xu Xuan, and black sharp lights shot at pu si from their fists.

Pu Sichong's face changed and his figure moved. He used his opponent's power to float back. His long sword swung out and cut out more than a dozen Sword light, blocking the dark light.

"It's a good idea to block me, but what's next?"

The strong young man burst into laughter and rushed towards pu si. His fists were continuously thrown out, and a series of terrifying punches enveloped Pu Sichong, making a continuous roar.

Pu Sichong used his sword skills, cut out Sword light, and tried his best to resist.

Boom! Boom!...

In an instant, the two exchanged a dozen moves, and then a figure flew out, coughing up blood in the air.

It was Pu Sichong. He lost again.

Even if he tried his best, he could only hold on to a dozen moves.

The hearts of the audience sank. Was this still the disciple who had just started this year?

Isn't it too strong? Everyone can see that the Mystical level inferior boxing method that the strong young man practiced has reached the fourth level, not far from the fifth level.

And his body was very strong, at least second grade.

Most importantly, the other party's blood had not yet exploded, so strong.

This is too perverted. If I participate in the quad competition, it will definitely cause a sensation.

The faces of the crowd were grim.

Could it be that when dealing with a disciple who had just started this year, he was going to send out the top ten experts on the bronze list?

Everyone couldn't help but look at the top ten figures on the bronze list.

This time, the top ten bronze ranked eight.

Everyone was here except Duanmu Yunyang and Lu Ming.

Bu Xingkai, Duan Gang, ling kong, Duanmuchen, Cheng Feiluan and the others all looked terrible.

It would be a shame to win against a disciple who had just started this year. Besides, what about Jian Wuchen and the young man with the knife?

The other party clearly did not want to give up today, and if they did not distinguish between the top and the bottom, the other party obviously would not leave, a person who could not make it, the bronze list of people, today will lose face.

"Let me do it!"

At this moment, a burly young man walked out.

"It's Su Song. It's great to have Su Song do it."

Everyone was delighted.

Before the four-yard competition, su song was ranked eighth on the bronze list, although this time, because of the rise of Lu Ming and sky, he was pushed out of the top ten and ranked eleventh.

But with all his strength, he was indeed very powerful, much higher than Pu Sichong.

"Brother su, be careful."

Duan gang said.

Both of them were from the Xuanwu courtyard and had a good relationship with each other. They were also the strongest bronze disciples of the Xuanwu courtyard.

Su Song nodded and walked out.

"Su Song, eleventh on the bronze list, please advise."

Su Song threw a fist.

"Heh heh, eleventh place. Looks like there's finally an interesting one."

The strong young man licked his lips and sneered.

Battle!

Without any extra words, the two of them fought together.

Everyone on the court stared at him for a moment, hoping that su song would win.

Su Song's fighting style was very similar to Duan Gang's. He practiced physical and defensive skills and preferred defense and close combat.

The strong young men of Qilin courtyard also preferred close combat.

The two of them punched each other, bombarding each other like two wild beasts.

The battle was fierce, and the punches were fierce.

But the strong young man was indeed very powerful, clearly the fourth level of the Mystical level's inferior boxing, but in his hands, he displayed a greater fighting strength than others at the same level of boxing.

Su Song had no choice but to break out and fight.

Fortunately, Su Song's defensive skills were very strong, blocking the attack of the strong young man.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of moves, and it was difficult to tell the winner from the loser.

"Damn it, you can stop me from doing so many things. Watch me break your shell."

The strong young man roared.

It was a great shame for him to be blocked by so many tricks.

Boom!

There was a flash of blood on the strong young man, and then a simple fist holster appeared above his head.

"Boxer blood? Is this the legendary special blood?"

Everyone was surprised and looked at him curiously.

For most people, it was the first time they had seen a special blood line.

The blood in the gloves was black, full of a simple atmosphere. The crowd even saw the wounds made by the swords on the gloves, as if they had gone through a fierce battle, and a wave of fist intent pervaded.

On the fist cover, there were six chakras. Obviously, they were of the sixth grade.

Then, the blood of the boxing set flashed and disappeared into the body of the strong young man. The strong young man's breath was very strong.

"Break it for me!"

The strong young man roared, punched out, and his fists were in full swing, reaching a peak.

Boom!

A terrifying punch slammed into the turtle shell shield around Su Song's body.

Su Song staggered back, his face a little pale, and his defensive skills were nearly broken in the midst of the loud roar.

"Come on, let's see how many punches you can block."

Boom! Boom!

The fists were so dark and violent that Su Song was completely suppressed and could only defend with all his might.

But even so, it only took more than a dozen moves before the strong young man broke through his defensive skills and punched him in the chest.

Su Song screamed and flew tens of meters. He fell heavily to the ground, coughing up blood and breathing weakly.

With one punch, Su Song was severely injured.

"Brother su!"

Duan Gang hurriedly rushed over. After checking it out, his face showed anger. He glared at the strong young man and said, "It's just a sparring. You're too ruthless."

"Who told him not to admit defeat and fight like crazy? He asked for it."

The strong young man pursed his lips in disapproval.

(The end of this chapter)