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How to "exert strength" in a standing posture combat.

It is a great learning.

When punching, one must not only use the strength of the arm, but also stomp on the ground and fully mobilize the bones, joints, tendons, and muscles of the legs, legs, waist, back, shoulders, and arms in order to be able to strike "One hit kill".

It was the boxing style.

Ye Zheng was half-lying on the ground, hitting a higher target, but in reality, it was not good for him to use his strength.

However, both his fist and his palm were able to unleash "inner strength outwards".

There was no need for a large swing in combat. All he needed was a short 'Qi Gathering'.

Time!

"Puff!"

With a sound, Ye Zheng's back hit the ground, his arm danced, and he brandished his palm blade upwards.

A few meters away, Murong Longbiao only felt a wave of air that was as sharp as a blade coming straight at him. He hurriedly bent his waist and dodged, and this wave of energy grazed past his scalp, slashing a two inch deep groove into a large tree behind him.

Murong Longbiao staggered, but quickly stood firm.

He realized that even though Ye Zheng's attacks were not meticulous enough, his inner energy was far stronger than his own. If they had met face to face, he would have been severely injured or even killed.

At this time, Ye Zheng was in a strange position, as if he was lying on the ground, causing all his effort to be wasted.

Murong Longbiao could only kick Ye Zheng's leg, but it was to no avail.

In fact, Ye Zheng's posture when he was lying on the ground had a name in the fighting competition: Pig Wood State.

For someone who was in such a defensive position, no matter if the opponent was a master in standing up and attacking, or a master in joint skills, the opponent's combat strength would be greatly reduced. There was nothing they could do.

However, in combat competitions, judges and organizers always encourage heavy punches and kicks to display the "pigwood state" for the sake of continuity and brilliance.

Those with defensive positions would often cause the audience to hiss in unison, and even affect the viewership ratings and appearance fees.

However, in this life and death battle, Ye Zheng did not have to worry about "your posture is good".

As long as it was practical.

Ye Zheng lied on the ground and punched out with his left fist. A sharp wave swept across Murong Longbiao's shoulder, ripping through the air and producing a sound that caused people to shiver.

Murong Longbiao did not dare to get too close, he lowered his body and used a sweeping kick. Ye Zheng took the chance and clamped his legs together, almost using "Scissor Kicks".

Flipping the opponent over.

Murong Longbiao steadied himself, gritted his teeth, and ran as fast as he could, wanting to use his nimble footwork to take a detour to the side of Ye Zheng's weak defense.

However, with his back facing the ground, Ye Zheng turned his body around, continuously adjusting his direction and angle, maintaining the position of aiming at Murong Longbiao's torso with both of his feet, and kept on kicking him from time to time.

At the same time, his right hand had already gathered all of its energy, ready to catch Murong Longbiao's trajectory.

At this time, Ye Zheng was like a fully drawn out crossbow, ready to fire!

"Dragon Mark, retreat!"

An elderly voice sounded from not too far away, as if it carried an irrefutable authority.

Murong Longbiao leapt up and spun a circle in the air. In order to prevent Ye Zheng from chasing after him, he had even made a tight blocking position with his arms, then steadily landed on the ground.

From the bushes nearby, a "Trident" appeared.

The skinny figure of the leader of the organization, Murong Xin.

Ye Zheng leapt up and steadily stopped.

He looked to be in quite a sorry state, as he had been crawling and fighting in the mud and sand for so many years, and did not seem to care at all. He only smiled slightly towards Murong Xin and said, "Old Man Murong, it's been a long time since we last parted on Sea King's ship."

"Things seem to be different now, things seem to be different now."

Murong Xin sighed.

Ye Zheng realized that the wrinkles on his face had deepened. In just half a year, his body and spirit must have received a huge amount of torture.

"Is the trigeminal tissue still there?"

Ye Zheng asked.

Murong Xin did not answer Ye Zheng's question. Instead, he looked straight into Ye Zheng's eyes and asked: "How is my son Murong Longbiao's martial arts?"

"Alright."

Ye Zheng replied solemnly.

"Very good?"

Murong Xin asked.

"Very good."

Ye Zheng gave a definite answer.

This was not a compliment, but a genuine thought in his heart.

"The Dragon Mark had undergone an unprecedented rigorous training and grasped almost all of the Fighting Techniques s. It was Trident's trump card. However, it still lost to your hand."

Murong Xin sighed.

"First, your son is young and still has great potential to be unearthed. Secondly, he did not lose. "

Ye Zheng shook his head, disagreeing with Murong Xin's evaluation.

"It can be said that his technique is outstanding. However, his internal force is weak. After all, he is young and his cultivation is limited."

Murong Xin gave a bitter laugh as he continued, "Just now, if you had continued to make your move, even though the Dragon Mark movement technique was fast, it would have been impossible to completely dodge it. Compared to you, he does not have the ability to kill with one strike. "

Ye Zheng laughed, lowering his head to look at his clothes and pants, laughing at himself, "What kind of dirty-faced winner is there in the world? Look, the back of my shirt is almost worn out. "

"An imperfect victory. After all, it's still a victory."

Murong Xin laughed with praise: "My son Dragon Mark rarely meets his match, but recently, he suffered two somersaults."

"Someone can injure an expert like Murong Longbiao?"

Ye Zheng was surprised.

He thought for a few seconds, then said with certainty: "Gao Xiaowen!"

"That's right."

Murong Xin nodded in approval.

Even though Murong Longbiao was slightly out of breath, his expression was still haughty and unyielding. "If it wasn't for Gao Xiaowen's scam to the east and west, she wouldn't have been able to win against me."

"I'm guessing you must have dragged Gao Xiaowen into a melee fight? "Hehe, I've fought countless matches, but I haven't won many of them perfectly."

Ye Zheng laughed bitterly, and his expression darkened.

In the battle on the Sea King, he tried his best, but Gao Xiaowen still died. In the Malsena's cave, he defeated the Ancient Beast "Wings of Light".

However, Wu Wei was torn into pieces by the monster. Xiao Chuhuan's life and death was still unknown … Unfortunately, Ye Zheng had to accept her own 'imperfection'.

"What are you doing here?"

Ye Zheng looked at Murong Xin and asked: "Is it just to watch the fighting competition?"

"Trident needs you."

Murong Xin restrained his smile and cut straight to the point, "Compared to when you were on the Ocean King, your strength can be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds. You have already entered a realm that we cannot pry into. We need you. "

"If the Mountain King and the Seven-pointed Star join forces, you two won't be able to deal with them."

Ye Zheng shook his head.

"Ye Zheng, this isn't a battle between organizations. It's a war between a human species and a mutated beast."

Murong Xin's tone was ice-cold, and his eyes shone brightly: "Which side are you on?"

"I'm very tired."

Ye Zheng spoke the truth: "I can't even count how many times I've fought, there's no end to it. I'm physically and mentally exhausted... I don't want to go through that pain again... "

"I understand your pain."

Murong Xin sighed, "We have all lost important people. But the world is facing a storm like never before, and we need someone to step forward. "

"To be honest, I don't know much about your organization."

Ye Zheng shook his head.

"I have a reason you can't refuse."

Murong Xin smiled slightly.