A plump man with a middle part hairstyle walked into the exchange group, speaking softly with a serious expression.
Triangular-faced Mishima Tenun glanced at his companion beside him, who still had his arms crossed and a nonchalant expression, and said sowhat speechlessly, "This is Ohta Ichiro’s first ti participating in the exchange between the two countries. Let him be the final anchor; I’ll go up first."
The plump man with the middle part laughed imdiately, "Mishima-san’s Takeuchi School and Ohta-san’s Treasure House are both very reassuring to . Even if any strong opponent appears in this country, I believe that you two will surely be invincible. Mishima-san, please go first."
Mishima Tenun nodded indifferently, then strode towards Wang Longhu, who was still standing in the field.
Since the martial arts exchange eting started being held, soone getting injured has been a common thing, so Uekawa Jishou’s fainting didn’t cause too much chaos, and soon the scene returned to normal order.
As a familiar face who had co to the Wudang exchange etings for several years, Mishima Tenun was the center of attention for all the Wudang Daoists as soon as he took his place.
In past martial arts exchange etings, Mishima Tenun always appeared last, responsible for holding the ground.
His martial arts skills are exceptionally high; even the strongest disciple selected by Wudang each year is no match for Mishima Tenun.
As ti went by, Mishima Tenun beca the nightmare of the Wudang disciples. As soon as this ’little devil’ appeared, it ant that Wudang definitely couldn’t win the match.
In the past, Mishima Tenun would only take the stage after his colleagues lost four or five rounds, but now he went second, making many Wudang disciples shake their heads in disapproval.
Mishima Tenun was not tall, about 1.62 ters, but his build was particularly solid. Although he wore a loose warrior’s robe, the broad shoulder shape was still visible.
"I am a successor of the Takeuchi School, Mishima Tenun, sir, please enlighten ."
Looking up at Wang Longhu, Mishima Tenun’s eyes exploded with a spark of brilliance, gazing intensely at Wang Longhu.
A fierce aura spread out instantly. If it were an ordinary person being glared at by Mishima Tenun, they would be frightened and instinctively turn away, not daring to et his gaze.
Such an approach naturally loses half its morale, making them seem weaker in battle.
Practicing one’s gaze is indeed a technique in martial arts. However, in modern martial arts, many people don’t even have ti to practice basic skills and forms, so naturally, they don’t focus their energy on such auxiliary aspects.
Therefore, when encountering Mishima Tenun, general martial artists would also find it difficult to withstand his gaze.
But today, the usually foolproof stare didn’t work.
Facing Mishima Tenun’s gaze, Wang Longhu remained calm, not even blinking. His eyes shone with restrained brilliance, as if there was a powerful force hidden within, ready to explode at any mont.
Mishima Tenun’s expression shifted slightly. At this mont, he realized Wang Longhu was definitely a formidable opponent, and this person was not simple.
"Please enlighten as well," Wang Longhu said calmly, then suddenly launched a Beng Fist straight at Mishima Tenun.
This punch was both swift and stealthy. No wonder Mishima Tenun was the anchor of the previous "little devils" martial arts exchange team; he quickly reacted, clapping his hands down to press Wang Longhu’s fist downwards.
This directly neutralized the impact of Wang Longhu’s punch. However, if he were facing an ordinary Xingyi Boxing martial artist, that would have been enough.
At this mont, standing in front of him is Wang Longhu, whose strength has been increased to 4.0 , far beyond what an ordinary martial artist can compare to.
As soon as Mishima Tenun pressed his hands to parry, he instantly felt his hands go numb, as if he wasn’t holding Wang Longhu’s fist, but a hydraulic press instead.
He imdiately showed a look of shock, looking at Wang Longhu in disbelief. In his years of practicing martial arts, Wang Longhu’s strength was the greatest he had ever encountered.
Wang Longhu swung his arm like a great hamr sweeping across Mishima Tenun’s face.
This punch was extrely rapid. Mishima Tenun hadn’t even been hit and already heard the whistling wind. He knew Wang Longhu’s strength and knew that if this punch hit, even if he survived, he might suffer a concussion or even beco a vegetative state.
He quickly ducked, rolled to the ground with incredible speed to escape from Wang Longhu, trying to catch his breath and find another opportunity to attack.
Wang Longhu’s Baji Fist was incredibly fierce and fast, with strength like an ox, greatly enhancing the power of the Baji Fist. Even without having learned Pi Kwa, it was more than any ordinary martial artist could withstand.
Seeing Mishima Tenun roll several tis to get four or five ters away, Wang Longhu had no intention of dragging out the fight.
Only by quickly defeating these "little devils" from the martial arts exchange team could he practice the Fishing Toad Force thod he obtained from Celestial Martial Arts master, sothing Wang Longhu was eager to achieve.
Bang!
At that instant, Wang Longhu stomped his foot down with force, his strength bursting forth from his foot, instantly causing nurous cracks to form on the ground, creating a small depression.
All around, the Wudang Daoists couldn’t help but widen their eyes at this sight, their inner shock fully displayed on their faces.
Could such power to completely shatter stone tiles with a single stomp really be achievable by humans?
With a single leap, Wang Longhu was in front of the rolling Mishima Tenun in the blink of an eye. Before the latter could react, Wang Longhu swung his great arm like a turning wheel, slapping down from above.
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