Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Lou Guanlan knew what Xue Huaiyong could see, his face was gloomy and his eyes were a little nervous.

Although he repeatedly improved his evaluation of Cao Zhan, he unexpectedly still ignored the other party's strength, not only in terms of skill and foundation, but also in terms of his personal combat qualities, which were also unmatched by ordinary warriors.

Now, Zhao Daizong's range of maneuvers and maneuvers has become smaller and smaller, and there are fewer and fewer contingency moves. Therefore, there must be a head-on collision between the two.

He only hopes that Zhao Daizong can live up to his expectations and win against the opponent.

In fact, there is no way to put all your hopes on Zhao Daizong. He is the best and the only candidate. Apart from him, other Houtian warriors lost faster when facing Cao Zhan.

It is enough to delay it for such a long time and still have a chance of winning.

The opinions and expectations of outsiders actually meant nothing to Zhao Daizong. Only he himself knew what kind of pressure it was to face Cao Zhan.

Relying on body skills, footwork, dodging, and retreating is just an ideal direction, but it may not be realized. As he is now, he is observing and looking for flaws in Cao Zhan's martial arts, and the other party is doing the same thing.

The bad thing is that he still hasn't gained anything. The opponent has gradually become accustomed to his body and footwork, and his boxing moves are becoming more and more forward-looking.

That is to block the direction that his movement will reach in advance, making his situation more and more difficult.

Tongbei Fist is originally a fierce and powerful boxing technique, each move contains great power, but now it blocks the reach of his body technique and attacks its vital points, which makes it even more powerful.

"We can't go on like this. We must find opportunities and make a quick decision."

Zhao Daizong's feet moved, like a flying snake on the grass, springing out and avoiding the flaming red fist again.

However, a piece of clothing on his chest was wiped by Ling Rui's explosive fist, and was torn apart in an instant. The skin on his chest was also in burning pain, and he made a decision in his heart.

In the general outline of Turtle and Snake's Continuous Jin, there is this passage: The first way to win is to be nimble in your steps, so that the enemy cannot get in your way, so you can gain momentum and opportunities; secondly, to win over others is to have pure internal energy, so you can attack without restraint, so you can defeat the enemy.

One of the victors, he was able to achieve his wishes when he started the war, but now it has gradually become difficult to do so, and he has even become a disadvantage.

The second winner, due to his martial arts relationship, is even more difficult to execute from the beginning, and dare not accept the move. How can he use it wantonly and attack without restraint?

In addition, Cao Zhan has strong skills, squanders wantonly, and is still full of vitality, like a rolling river, making it even more difficult to see the hope of victory.

Just when everyone thought that this hide-and-seek game would continue, the situation on the field suddenly changed drastically.

Cao Zhan used the crisp strength of the Tongbei Fist to crack the air, causing the energy to impact and shock. He wanted to continue to suppress Zhao Daizong's body range, but the intended landing point suddenly became empty.

But it wasn't that his calculations were wrong, it was that Zhao Daizong calmed down this time, stood up with his legs, rooted to the ground, and wanted to fight head-on, without any intention of forcing him to retreat.

His palm skills are also very mysterious. His left palm is in the shape of a snake, swaying left and right, ups and downs, and the wave-like energy is ups and downs. A python with a snake core can be vaguely seen coiled around it.

His right palm, on the other hand, stood firmly downward, unmoving, with an unshakable aura growing in it. The strength of the palm was strong and solid, like a ball of tortoise shell propped up on his chest, full of mysterious textures.

Snake shape, active, yin, soft.

Turtle shape, mainly quiet, yang, like rigidity.

In an instant, Zhao Daizong's hands contained movement, yin and yang, hardness and softness. With the force of his palms, the whole person disappeared on the spot. Under the sunlight, everyone saw only a giant snake entangled on the back of a turtle looking up to the sky. Roaring is also a skill that has been practiced to the core, and the future is unlimited.

"Good work!"

This move immediately attracted applause from the crowd. Not only did the more than a thousand members of the Iron Hand Club applaud, but even the warriors under the Meng family were filled with admiration.

Although Zhao Daizong was eliminated in the past, thinking that he was a coward and a disgrace to warriors, the big guy's eyes were sharp. Whether he was good at martial arts or not, and whether his hands were strong or not, there was no need to argue with this turtle and snake palm technique once he came out.

Not only these acquired warriors, but also all the innate warriors present were amazed when they saw this move. Martial arts must be practiced to the core, which is at least equivalent to Dacheng, or even higher. It is a test of personal ability.

More importantly, this turtle and snake palm method has an extremely lofty artistic conception. It is clearly two completely different charms. They can be harmoniously accommodated together, and even produce subtle chemical reactions, with unlimited power.

In the future, if Zhao Daizong can step into the innate world, he can even use this spiritual essence to condense the tortoise and snake dharma, flow the Tao rhyme, and integrate offense and defense.

Without any warning, Cao Zhan's Tongbei Fist suddenly hit the condensed Qi of Turtle Snake Palm. With a roar, a wave of Qi swept across all directions, and the fiery red fist light and the transparent Qi were intertwined.

Everyone saw that the tortoise and snake illusion was still standing on the spot, while Cao Zhan was shocked to take a step back, and even the majestic and burly body trembled slightly.

The Meng family warriors became worried, secretly guessing, could it be that this palm caused Cao Zhan to suffer internal injuries?

It's not impossible. Firstly, Cao Zhan didn't expect that Zhao Daizong would take his punch hard. The strength of the punch might be weakened a bit. Secondly, the stronger Cao Zhan's boxing skills, the more powerful his punches would be. The stronger the force, the greater the shock and backlash. Everyone knows this truth.

Only Han Pu smiled slightly, knowing that Cao Zhan was not injured internally. He was just excited because he felt it was rare to meet a good opponent.

Sure enough, after Cao Zhan retreated, he shouted loudly and rushed forward again without any hesitation.

During the action, his breath was as strong as a dragon's and a python's, steaming up with white smoke, supplying the entire body with incredibly powerful explosive power.

His eyes overflowed with violent and ferocious energy, and his whole body turned into a running and jumping giant ape with infinite strength. It rumbled and crushed the extremely hard cement surface, causing potholes and gravel to fly.

On his fist, the internal energy condensed, and the fist light, as red as blood, burst out with a dazzling brilliance like the sun.

The next moment, two small red suns hit the turtle and snake entrenched in the void with unrivaled force.

The roars of apes, the cries of snakes, and the crows of turtles filled the area for miles around, once suppressing the sound of the rushing river beside the Taikoo Cang...

Circles of extremely bright light spots erupted in the void, setting off a crazy undercurrent. The area within three feet of the center of the encounter was completely obscured by smoke and dust.

The aftermath was horrific.

Everyone knows that this move is the decisive move. Who will be stronger in the end?

After a long time, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the situation of the two people in the field fell into everyone's eyes.

Lou Guanlan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression could not be said to be good, nor was he disappointed, he just looked at the results calmly.

Zhao Daizong lost after all.