Chapter 67: Power duel. (1/2)
”What, Xiao is making trouble in our Sanda club now?”
Song Jian 'an had already returned to the dormitory, when he had a phone call. His face changed greatly, he threw the backpack to Suguan there and ran to the Sanda club.
When he arrived at that time, he only saw his Sanda club members lying on the ground groaning in pain, no one was standing, while Xiao Luo was sitting cross-legged on their Sanda club's special challenge ring, holding his chin in his right hand, leisurely sweeping around. As he saw him coming, he stood up.
”Song Jian 'an, you are a little late.” Xiao Luo lightly.
”Xiao, you are dying tonight!”
A loud and complete roar swept through the training ground. The angry Song Jian 'an tore off his black vest, revealing his strong upper body with massive muscles. Explosive power seemed ready to surge out at any time.
”Er ah ~”
He sprinted to the challenge arena at the speed of a 100-meter race, shaking the whole arena. As he approached the challenge arena, his feet stomped fiercely, his body turned upside down and whirled in the air. A sharp and magnificent 360-degree sprint passed over the guard rope of the challenge arena. His strafe's right leg fell diagonally with unparalleled momentum, rolling with evil spirit and strong strength like a huge wave that turned towards Xiao Luo with anger.
No reservations, no mercy!
Song Jian 'an's martial arts skills, which he had worked hard for 20 years, exploded in a flash. Such moves, gorgeous and fierce, shocked everyone's eyes and everyone present was horrified.
Xiao Luo's body became slightly heavy, his hands rotating to counter attack. With accurate interception, a depressing crash suddenly issued, Xiao Luo felt the power of Song Jian and he was backed against the ring ground after sliding out two or three meters of distance. He almost slipped out of the ring from under the guard rope.
God, is this ... is this the strength of Song Jian' an?
The other members of the club subconsciously held their breath, the fierce Xiao Luo that has always been in an invincible state, this is the first time to see him flying out, in a disadvantage.
The Sanda club members seemed to have injected a stimulant, and their spirits lifted. The stud boy shouted loudly for Song Jian 'an: ”Good for Boss, kill that bastard, kill him!”
Song Jian 'an's anger flared up, and his whole person seemed to be enveloped by a wave of anger. He pointed at Xiao Luo and said fiercely, ”Xiao, if you can walk out of here today intact, I'll take your surname!”
His tone was arrogant and showed strong confidence.
Xiao Luo slowly got up from the ground and smiled gently: ”If you put your words so absolutely, aren't you afraid of the wind flashing your tongue?”
”Flash your grandmother!”
With a sharp and complete roar from the tip of the tongue exploding, Song Jian exploded like a bull impact.
Iron fist like wind, crazy fierce offensive, as if his whole strength are condensed on his hands and feet. With terrible power in every impact without reservation toward Xiao Luo.
With a body rotation along with the sharp and just fierce attacks, it forced Xiao Luo back. A pair of iron fist like flurry is constantly pouring out. Like a strong black bear's body containing a burst of strength. His attack is not only manic and fierce, but also extremely aggressive. His moves are sharp and cruel, bringing unparalleled visual impact to outsiders.
All the people present stared big eyed, looking at the two men fighting in the ring, but almost all of their attention was focused on Song Jian 'an's two flying iron fists and leg shadows.
”I thought you were an opponent worthy of all my efforts. But that's all you can do!”
After 40 or 50 times of fierce attacks in a row, Song Jian 'an stamped his feet on the ground and leapt onto a pillar at the corner of the challenge arena. Soon there was no stagnation and he shot up again. An elbow hit Xiao Luo's head from a height of 3 meters.