C25 Plastic Talent
C25 Plastic Talent
She was too nervous, and held it too hard, to the point that her nails dug deep into the skin and flesh of Shen Xiaoxi's wrist, leaving behind patches of bruises.
In the face of such a violent and violent punch, Yang Pann was not the least bit nervous. His eyes were as calm as still water and there was even a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.
When the fist was almost a few centimeters away from his cheek and the wind from the fist blew away his smooth hair, Yang Pann slightly leaned back.
This extremely simple move of his had allowed him to dodge the terrifying punch as if it weighed nothing. Moreover, his grasp of it was just right. The punch had almost brushed past the tip of his nose.
"He can actually dodge it!"
Mad Tiger, who was extremely confident in his own speed, couldn't help but be shocked after his punch missed.
However, he did not panic at all. His feet slipped as he took the opportunity to quickly turn around, and his right elbow that was full of calluses, as if a heavy hammer was drawing out a smooth and smooth arc, smashed straight towards Yang Pann's neck.
Killed him by smashing his elbow!
This was the most terrifying attack of the Tai Fist!
And when Mad Tiger was five years old, he started to practice using his elbows on trees to kill, he became even more proficient at it, his movements became smooth and smooth, his speed became extremely fast, his strength became extremely powerful.
His elbow could smash apart at least five bricks!
It could be predicted that if this elbow were to smash on the great artery on Yang Pann's neck, not only would it break his throat, it would also cause him to lose a lot of blood and faint from suffocation.
However, when he had hit his elbow halfway, Yang Pann suddenly moved. His left hand shot out like lightning, as if he was a weakling like Liu Fu Feng, and lightly imprinted his palm on Mad Tiger's chest.
The moment his hand touched the Mad Tiger, he shook lightly. However, Mad Tiger actually staggered back a few steps, until he was more than ten meters away. Then, his face spasmed as pain filled his face, and he opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
And on the cigarette that Yang Pann was holding in his mouth, the long ashes of the cigarette, actually did not fall!
"Just what kind of heaven defying martial skill is this …" And at this time, the eyes that Mad Tiger looked at Yang Pann, other than pain, there was more fear.
Thai Fist was a type of martial arts where both force and force were used. In addition to its powerful attack power, it also emphasized the ability to resist attacks. From the age of five, Mad Tiger would use every part of his body to knock against trees and rocks to practice his ability to resist attacks.
Ten years of training like a day also made the Mad Tiger incomparably tyrannical. Normally, when a commando struck him ten times, he wouldn't move at all. However, just now …
The moment Yang Pann struck earlier, Mad Tiger tried his best to resist and stabilize his body, but he felt a wave of force surging out from Yang Pann's palm, followed by another wave of force, which formed into eight different waves. He had only received one strike, but it was as if he had received eight consecutive punches.
"What?!"
"Mad Tiger actually lost!"
In Ouyang Zhantian's group, everyone turned pale with fright, as they could not believe their own eyes. Could it be that Young Master Ouyang's judgement was correct?
But, he clearly did not have a Martial Soul that he could not cultivate!
At this time, Shen Ling'er and the others were also stunned, all of them dumbstruck. They knew that Yang Pann could fight, but he might not be able to handle the valiant existence ranked third in the top ten generals under Ouyang Zhantian's command!
"Boss, you're too awesome!"
"Boss is mighty and domineering!" One slap caused Mad Tiger to vomit blood! "
"If you win, you win. The key point is that you win too easily and too domineeringly! One slap, you're spitting out blood! " Then, everyone erupted into cheers. They were so excited that they were jumping up and down, and their hearts were in worship.
On the roof, Zhao Zihao's pupils suddenly shrank, and revealed a look of shock, as he gnashed his teeth and said: "Mad Tiger is truly a piece of trash, to actually lose, that brat Ouyang Zhantian, wouldn't dare to make a move, right?!"
On the basketball court, he waved and signaled his subordinates to bring the Mad Tiger to the hospital. Ouyang Zhantian frowned, the disdain in his eyes disappeared, he looked at Yang Pann with a serious expression and said: "What are you using … Eight Layered Waves? "
In ancient China's martial arts world, the cultivation of Genuine Qi was divided into four levels, from high to low: Sky, Earth, Profound, Yellow.
In addition to this, martial skills were also quite important. What it was concerned with was the ability to utilize true energy. Without Martial Skills, no matter how heaven-defying a person's Genuine Qi cultivation was, they were like a tall and mighty fool. They could not be considered as having a strong combat ability.
As for the Eight Layered Waves, it was a Profound Rank martial skill, an extremely profound and precious technique. Even the Ouyang Family wanted to obtain this martial skill's secret manual, but they had never had a chance.
"You know of the Eight Layered Waves as well?" Yang Pann looked at Ouyang Zhantian in surprise.
In the Cultivation Continent, Yang Pann cultivated a Divine level cultivation technique, Heaven Shrouding Tyrant Earth Spell. But this was mainly to train the true qi, and there were also several hundred sets of secret manuals to complement the use of true qi.
As for the Eight Layered Waves, it was only a negligible cultivation method out of all that Yang Pann had grasped.
It was only used in the early stages of body transformation. Moreover, Yang Pann's Eight Layered Waves was not as simple as just the Eight Layered Waves. In his previous life, he actually managed to cultivate up to the heaven defying Eighteen Waves, directly breaking this technique's cultivation record.
However, he didn't expect that the ancient martial artists of earth also knew of this technique. It seemed that although cultivation and ancient martial arts methods were entirely different, the way they used their auras was the same.
"It really is the Eight Layered Waves …" After his guess was verified, Ouyang Zhantian's expression suddenly changed.
Not only was this Eight Layered Waves martial skill extremely precious, it was also extremely difficult to cultivate. It was said that many experts whose true qi cultivation had already reached the level of Profound Rank were unable to cultivate and control it!
Although he knew how powerful the Eight Layered Waves was, Ouyang Zhantian did not retreat. Instead, his eyes released an excited glow, and laughed at Yang Pann: "I never thought that with such a small Tenglong High School, an expert who can grasp the Eight Layered Waves would actually appear. You are indeed worth it for me to help you, then, please help me out!"
"Boss, this brat seems to be very strong. Why don't we attack him together!" He's definitely not a match for us! "
After seeing Yang Pann's strength once again, Crow was even a little suspicious of whether or not Young Noble Ouyang was his match. He wanted to take revenge and defeat Yang Pann as soon as possible, glared at Yang Pann with venomous eyes and suggested in a low voice.
"Crow, boss has his own boss's considerations. Don't waste your breath!" At the side, Zhuge, Liu Yunfei, the young man, gave the crow the white eye.
"Boss, let's not fight anymore!" Was it worth it for that woman Lu Yingxue? If we lose today, our prestige would fall! " Some younger brothers also tried to persuade him otherwise.
The opponent's discussions turned a deaf ear, causing Ouyang Zhantian's blood to boil, his eyes became even more excited, he pulled out the shirt that was hidden in his belt, undid two buttons on his collar, and revealed his bronze colored skin, adding an even wilder and wilder feel.
"Wah!" Young Master Wu is too handsome.
"Young Noble Wu is too charming! Too cool! Yang Pann, hurry up and admit defeat! "You country bumpkin, how could you possibly be a match for our family's Young Master Ouyang?"
"Young Master Wu is invincible in this world! Break his eyes!" With a light movement, it attracted cheers from the girls, causing them to become infatuated.
"Damn brat, your head will be smashed today!" In the crowd, Lu Yingxue looked at Yang Pann with extremely clear and cold eyes, which contained a faint trace of hatred.
"Xue'er, Ouyang Zhantian is making a move for you this time! If he defeats Yang Pann, will you make him your Prince Charming? " She took her arm and whispered.
"Defeat him... Hmph hmph, killing him is more like it! " However, the expression on Lu Yingxue's beautiful face was exceptionally cold.
His mother was beaten up by this arrogant brat until he couldn't get out of bed for a few days. Lu Yingxue hated Yang Pann to the core and really wanted to slap him to the ground to vent his anger.
"Yang Pann, go ahead!" Ouyang Zhantian shouted out explosively. That figure that was like an iron tower, under the light of the setting sun, had already rushed towards Yang Pann.
As a result, he landed on the ground one kick after another, making a terrifying sound. However, unfortunately, he was extremely fast and had a bit of agility. He brought out a strong gust of wind as he charged towards Yang Pann quickly.
At this moment, his eyes were brimming with fighting spirit, as if he was looking at a ferocious tiger whose prey had descended the mountain. His handsome face was also filled with the zeal and excitement of a battle!
"En, this kid sure has some skill!" He's a plastic talent! " Yang Pann's pupils suddenly shrank, as he looked at Ouyang Zhantian with a meaningful gaze.
Ouyang Zhantian would definitely be considered the strongest warrior that Yang Pann had met since he came to this world. He would even be able to suppress the bodyguards under Lu Qiji's command.
He was very strong, not only was he stronger than his Zhen Qi cultivation, but he was also one of those unyielding Battle Consciousness, the kind of fanatical desire for victory!
Yang Pann who had experienced countless battles knew that battles often tested not only one's Qi cultivation level and fighting skills, but also one's courage and courage.
"Mountain Splitting Fist!"
With the rapid speed, the distance of over 10 metres was covered in a blink of an eye. Ouyang Zhantian quickly closed in on Yang Pann and leaped up high into the air.
"Mountain Splitting Fist!" A low level Profound Rank martial skill! He is a cultivator of the Mid Yellow Rank, but has actually mastered a martial skill of the Profound Rank! " Hearing the ear-piercing sound of the fist wind, Shen Ling'er's beautiful face changed color, her heart was shocked, and a heavy sense of worry surfaced in her eyes.
Facing this berserk punch, Yang Pann's expression was very calm. He raised his hand at a moderate pace and placed his palm on his wrist, looking like he was about to gently lead the way.
However, Ouyang Zhantian suddenly felt an extremely ingenious dragging force attack him. The force of his fist had changed its path, and was actually aiming to strike at his own chest.
"Could this be …" Did eighteen fall? How many martial skills does this brat know? "
Ouyang Zhantian's face changed, he was terrified, the moment both of his feet touched the ground, he immediately turned, trying to reduce the force, but the force was too strong, he quickly retreated, retreating five steps before stabilizing himself.
"It can actually dissolve the Profound Rank martial skill, Mountain Splitting Fist! This brat, just how much strength is he hiding! " After Shen Ling'er calmed down, she looked at Yang Pann with her beautiful eyes, and could not help but become excited.
"You are really strong!"
Ouyang Zhantian looked at Yang Pann with an excited expression, while praising him, he did not slow down at all, with a few steps he jumped out, his left leg that carried a high whip-like leg produced a sound that pierced through the air, and struck towards Yang Pann's head.