It wasn't until Ba Chier made his move that Liu Bowen realized the difference in skill between the two. He hadn't expected Ba Chier to be so powerful, appearing before him in an instant from taking a step forward to close the distance, and then delivering a whip kick.
Without any time to react, he instinctively closed his eyes and raised his arm to shield the side of his head. Only then did Liu Bowen realize his rashness, and felt a pang of regret, feeling that he had let his teacher down.
Oh, my heart!
Shen Rong, who was standing nearby, also gasped in surprise, unconsciously covering her mouth with her hands. She had been delighted that the scholar had spoken up for justice.
She never expected that the Mongolian man who had bullied her was so powerful. He attacked without warning, kicking the scholar in an instant. The scholar didn't even have time to react, and her heart jumped into her throat.
The scene was deathly silent.
However, the scene that Shen Rong had anticipated—the scholar being swept away by the Mongolian man in front of her—did not occur.
Ba Chier's veins bulged all over his body, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his body trembled slightly. He was exerting all his strength. [!! iQiyi Literature <a href="//.i7wx target="_blank">.i7wx/a> ~￥Fastest Updates]
The next moment.
Large beads of sweat began to appear on Bachi'er's forehead, dripping down his cheeks. His fierce eyes turned to terror, as if he could not believe what he was seeing.
His full-force attack was blocked. Just moments before, when the whip kick was unleashed, he seemed to have a premonition of his opponent's brains splattering everywhere.
The poor scholar before him was as weak as he had expected, but just as his whip kick was about to reach the poor scholar's head, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
Another impoverished scholar suddenly appeared, casually extending a hand to block his own right leg as he kicked out.
The whip kick landed on the light hand. The force of his kick, enhanced with true qi, was reduced by thousands of pounds. It was as if he had kicked a mountain, which remained majestic and unmoved.
The one who made the move was naturally Li Boyang. Liu Bowen was a promising talent that he had carefully cultivated, so how could he let this big, dumb guy in front of him ruin him?
Looking at Ba Chier's terrified face, Li Boyang smiled amusedly and said, "Put your strength in! If you don't even have the strength to hit someone, what's the point of practicing martial arts?"
At this moment, Liu Bowen, with his eyes closed and his right hand covering the side of his head, was in a daze. He was thinking, "Something's not right. Why hasn't Ba Chi'er kicked me yet? Judging from the way the other party is closing in, could it be that the other party is holding back?"
Opening his eyes, Liu Bowen first turned his head to the right and found that Ba Chier's foot had stopped less than 5 centimeters away from the side of his head.
Turning his head to look ahead, he suddenly saw a figure in front of him. This figure was none other than his teacher, Li Boyang.
He was saved by his teacher. The teacher had stopped the powerful whip kick, blocking Ba Chier's kick with his palm.
Then, looking at Ba Chier, who seemed to have used all his strength and had a terrified expression, Liu Bowen felt that something was off about the scene.
"Go to hell."
Just as Liu Bowen was preparing something, Ba Chier suddenly pulled back his right leg, his face full of violence, his arm joints trembling, and his long fist aimed straight at Li Boyang's face.
Bang.
Their fists clashed, creating ripples in the air.
"Is that all the strength you have?"
Li Boyang flipped his palm outward and held it horizontally in front of his chest, accurately blocking the fist that Ba Chier was throwing. Li Boyang still had a smile on his face.
"Sister, that scholar is amazing."
Cui'er watched as Li Boyang effortlessly blocked two of Ba Chi'er's attacks, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Yes, you really can't judge a book by its cover."
Shen Rong observed that Li Boyang was dressed as a scholar, with an average appearance and not very tall. Although he had a well-proportioned figure, he did not look like someone who practiced martial arts.
However, the other person had a sharp and imposing air about him, which was quite unlike that of a scholar. As he looked at him, his face suddenly turned red, as if he was thinking about something he shouldn't have.
"Had enough? Now take my hit."
Li Boyang uttered a single sentence, then changed his hand from a block to a grab, seizing Ba Chier's fist. In the instant he grabbed down, he flipped his hand and twisted it.
Click.
That's the sound of bones being snapped.
Ba Chier let out a painful groan, veins bulging on his forehead. He felt a surge of powerful energy spreading through his arm, shattering the sleeve and breaking the bones in his arm with a twist.
Does it hurt?
Li Boyang uttered a casual remark, but his body continued its movements. After twisting off Ba Chier's arm, he kicked Ba Chier in the chest.
Bang!
Ba Chier felt as if he had been struck by a large iron hammer. He felt light and flew backward, crashing into a pillar of the Wanfo Hall before falling to the ground.
Ba Chi'er, lying on the ground, kept screaming in agony, blood still flowing from his mouth. His unbroken hand clutched his chest, showing great pain, but he was not dead and still had a breath left.
Li Boyang ignored him and slowly walked in, showing no intention of letting Ba Chier go. He was determined to kill him.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
"You've wasted all your martial arts skills. It's one thing to be intolerant, but you can't even be a little more discerning. How dare you insult my disciple?"
"Since you can bully my disciple, don't blame me for bullying you too. When you get to the King of Hell, you'll have to reflect on your actions."
Li Boyang slowly walked to Ba Chier, slowly raised his palm, clenched it into a large hammer, and slowly brought it down.
Ba Chi'er closed his eyes and awaited death.