"The fifth form of Kaishan Fist!"

"The sixth form of Kaishan Fist!"

"The seventh form of Kaishan Fist!"

"The Eighth Form of Kaishan Fist!"

…

Xiahou punched eight times in one breath, each punch was enough to crack mountains and crack the ground.

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Xia Houwei's punch was so fast that Ma Xiaoyao had no time to dodge. Since there was no time to dodge, he had no choice but to take it hard.

The first punch had a force of one hundred kilograms, and Ma Xiaoyao caught it easily.

The second punch had a force of two hundred kilograms, and Ma Xiaoyao blocked it with almost no effort.

The third punch has a force of 400 kilograms...

The fourth punch...

The fifth punch...

When he encountered the sixth punch, Ma Xiaoyao felt his arm begin to feel numb, and the muscles in his arm also trembled...

After receiving the seventh punch, Ma Xiaoyao involuntarily took several steps back, his arms trembling, and his face became a little pale and weak... Although Jin Chanyi can remove some of the power, the remaining power is still

It caused huge harm to Ma Xiaoyao.

"Buzz!"

Before Ma Xiaoyao could regain his composure, a ferocious eighth punch struck him.

"Hi!"

Ma Xiaoyao roared angrily, crossed his arms together, raised his arms upwards, and sealed Xiahou's mighty fist.

"Buzz!"

A surging force surged in, and Ma Xiaoyao was thrown away.

"Plop!"

After Ma Xiaoyao rolled several times in the air, he fell heavily to the ground, with a trace of blood slowly flowing down the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that Ma Xiaoyao was injured, Xiahou Weiwu's eyes suddenly flashed with joy. He raised his weak legs and walked towards Ma Xiaoyao, one step, two steps... getting closer and closer to Ma Xiaoyao...

"Uh..." At this moment, Ma Xiaoyao suddenly stood up. Although his body was shaking a little, he still stood up.

"You can still move?" Xiahou Weiwu was stunned for a moment.

"Hmph!" Ma Xiaoyao snorted coldly: "You want to defeat me with just a few punches. You think too highly of yourself!" Although Ma Xiaoyao said something tough, in fact, he is now a strong man on the outside, and others are the tyrants of Kaishan Quan.

It is unimaginable that although he withstood Xiahou Weiwei's first eight punches, he suffered serious internal injuries. He now has trouble even raising his arms, but Ma Xiaoyao still pretended to be indifferent and let Xiahou Weiwei touch him.

Don't reveal his true identity.

Xiahou Weiwei looked Ma Xiaoyao up and down: "Pretend! Keep pretending! Even if a fourth-level warrior takes my eight Kaishan punches, he will be seriously injured and fall to the ground, let alone a third-level warrior like you..."

"I am not an ordinary third-level warrior." Ma Xiaoyao said with an enigmatic smile: "From the preliminary round to the final, I defeated several fourth-level warriors. Even a tough little pepper like Ouyang Zilan was beaten by me.

Defeated! And you Xiahou Weiwu also suffered a big loss at my hands... Do you think I will be an ordinary third-level warrior?"

"That's right! Compared to other third-level warriors, you are indeed much more powerful, but you are not my opponent after all." As he spoke, Xiahou Weiwu began to walk slowly towards Ma Xiaoyao.

Ma Xiaoyao stood there with a smile, neither attacking nor dodging, just looking at Xiahou Mighty with a smile.

One step, two steps, three steps...

When he was still half a meter away from Ma Xiaoyao, Xiahou Weiwu stopped. He slowly raised his arm, spread his fingers, and patted Ma Xiaoyao on the head.

Ma Xiaoyao made a move that stunned everyone. He sat directly on the ground, then quickly hugged Xiahou Weiwu's legs with both hands. With a gentle tug, he knocked Xiahou Weiwu to the ground, and then...then Ma Xiaoyao rode on

On Xiahou Weiwu...

Then the two began to roll and fight in the ring.

They look like two scoundrels. Both of them are exhausted. They are now supported purely by willpower. Whoever fails to support first will lose. The competition has reached this point. It is really out of control.
Chapter completed!