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Chapter 909

Chapter 909

It is true that Zhao Quan's left arm is not as powerful as his right arm, and is weak in comparison, but this is only compared to his right arm.

A wolf is weak in front of a lion, but is it also weak in front of a sheep?

This was obviously impossible, so Zhao Quan didn't care about Bai Lin's little thought.

Don't you just want to attack the left arm?Come on then!

Simply retracting his right arm, Zhao Quan stood in front of him with his left arm upright, allowing Bai Lin to attack.

"This arrogant bastard sandbag!"

Seeing Zhao Quan put down his right arm, Bai Lin immediately understood what it meant.

He was very angry. He thought that Zhao Quan was blatantly despising him, not caring about him at all, and teasing him like a monkey!

"I will let you be carried back!!!"

With a loud roar, under the blessing of anger, Bai Lin's fist and kick attacks became more powerful, and the muffled sound of bang bang was endless.

I have to admit that his fists and kicks are indeed not weak, especially with the blessing of anger, the power is even more powerful.

It's a pity that to Zhao Quan, this strength is really nothing.

Not to mention that he has now practiced the fighting technique among the five techniques of Shanren, even before he learned it, cleaning up Bai Lin is a matter of minutes.

What's more, when I was a child, I was trained by Ma San, and I usually wrapped various parts with oiled wild boar skin, and then I was beaten severely.

It's not abuse. In Ma San's words, "If you want to beat someone, get beaten first!"

I don't know where the bastard theory came from, and Zhao Quan was beaten every now and then in his childhood.

But when he went out to fight, he discovered the benefits: when someone was punched, he covered his face and howled for a long time.

He was punched, and the person who hit him covered his hands and howled for a long time, his body was so strong and tough.

Crazy fists and kicks were like a violent storm, pouring down for nearly 10 minutes, and Bai Lin finally stopped.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue, but that he really has no desire to continue.

Not only that, but he also found that the face of his fist and the back of his foot hurt badly, as if he had punched the wall just now.

But what makes him feel aggrieved is that even if he hits the wall, he can leave a fist mark on the wall. Why does the human sandbag on the opposite side feel that there is nothing wrong with it?

In fact, he made a wrong judgment. How could Zhao Quan be fine? Of course there was.

The arm that was shaken was numb, the itchy numbness, if it weren't for the foot target on his right hand, he would have to scratch it hard.

"You are awesome, you are so awesome, your nickname is cement or steel plate, you can withstand such a beating, you are really awesome!"

Bai Lin reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and threw it on the countertop, as if he was begging for mercy.

But in the next moment, he said to Zhao Quan: "But I don't accept it, I, Bai Lin, don't accept it!"

"I was beaten upright from a pariah to a lowly one. I have the dignity of my boxer. I will challenge you with my strongest means now. If you have the ability, you can continue to stand where you are. It is still this hand, I don't believe it. Can't beat it!"

It seems really annoyed, even showing the dignity of a boxer, and also has the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box.

Although the purpose was to cripple his left hand, Zhao Quan was still very curious about what Bai Lin's special skill was.

It was not only him who was curious, but also Ganju in the corner under the stage.

Ganju originally expressed admiration for Zhao Quan's fighting ability, and at the same time gave Bai Lin the title of "trash" for free.

But now that she suddenly heard that Bai Lin still has special skills, she was very curious.

Gan Ju asked Ma Kun, "Boss, what is Bai Lin's strongest method?"

Ma Kun smiled and said nothing, looking a little mysterious, which made Ganju even more curious.

On the ring, Zhao Quan shook his arm, and then raised his left arm to Bai Lin again. To show his respect to Bai Lin, he also specially replaced the unravaged foot target on his right arm with his left arm.

Bai Lin also looked very solemn, no longer showing the arrogance of a commoner, and took the initiative to perform boxing salutes with the untouchable Zhao Quan.

After the ceremony, Bai Lin backed up, took a deep breath after resting for a while, and then exerted force on his feet. The whole body shot out like an arrow from the string, and the speed increased to even faster as the distance was shortened.

When he was two meters ahead, Bai Lin flew up with the speed boost, his whole body rushed forward like a dragon out of water, and his right leg was even more furious.The strength of the leg swing under the blessing of this speed is probably unbearable for ordinary wooden stakes!

But... If the so-called strongest method is only like this, then Zhao Quan can only express regret.

Just when he was about to resist the blow with his left arm, a sudden change occurred!

The right leg that was originally kicking at the target of his left arm suddenly raised a few points, and the target of the attack seemed to be his head!

If this kick was real, Zhao Quan might not be able to continue standing on the stage.

(End of this chapter)