Faced with Meng Xiang's sudden increase in combat effectiveness, Zhang Jin seemed to become even more excited. Instead of retreating, he advanced and punched Meng Xiang in the cheek. Meng Xiang was unable to think any more at this time, as the brutality of his soul had almost filled his body.
"Bang!" Their fists hit each other's bodies, and they were both blown away at the same time. Meng Xiang hit a big rock hard, and a big crack appeared. He didn't feel any pain, but was even more excited, and couldn't help but roar to the sky.
"Ao..." The roar that sounded like a wolf but wasn't a wolf spread far away, causing waves of echoes.
"Have you been bitten by a werewolf? That's great, now you are no longer a bitter green fruit." Zhang Jin lightly flashed behind Meng Xiang, and his right hand turned into a claw, stabbing into Meng Xiang's left back like a steel spike.
Meng Xiang instinctively swept backwards, but before his fist arrived, the wind from his fist had already made Zhang Jin realize the extraordinary power of this punch, so he had to retreat quickly. Meng Xiang jumped forward, swung his fists that were glowing blue, and shot towards Zhang Jin like meteors.
In a flash, Meng Xiang had already thrown more than 20 punches, and Zhang Jin was exhausted from resisting and had no strength to fight back. Under the stormy attack, the Star Shift, Nine Yin White Bone Claw, and Six Meridians Divine Sword were all useless. In a physical fight, only the one with the advantage in strength, speed, and physique could win.
The spiritual energy emanating from Meng Xiang's body became stronger and stronger, and the effect of the Kaio-ken was still slowly increasing. Meng Xiang, whose body was violently attacked, was like a bystander at this time, watching his body fight, but he was completely unable to control even an inch of muscle or a trace of spiritual energy in his body.
"Bang!" Meng Xiang punched Zhang Jin on the left shoulder. The power of this punch was like a stone hammer weighing ten thousand pounds. Zhang Jin was knocked flying more than ten meters and hit his head on the surface of a big rock.
"Die." Meng Xiang shouted, and the shotgun energy shot towards Zhang Jin like rain. "Boom!" The stone surface was hit and broken stones flew everywhere, and dust covered Zhang Jin's body.
"Papa..." Applause sounded from the dust and fog. Zhang Jin walked out slowly while clapping. He was covered in dust and his left shoulder sank asymmetrically, as if it had been dislocated. He grabbed his left hand with his right hand and pulled and supported it to fix the socket. Then he waved his left hand and said with a grin, "Very strong power. In addition to your own strength increasing, it seems that the werewolf blood is gradually controlling your body, thus generating stronger power, right?"
“Ah…” Meng Xiang let out a long roar. He himself didn’t know whether it was because of the werewolf’s curse that caused him to be like this, or because he was angry at Zhang Jin’s indifference.
"But you are still very tender. At least, facing the roar of my muscles, you are like an ant." Zhang Jin's whole body made a thunderous sound. His body and muscles gradually swelled up, and his body was supported by criss-crossing, steel-hard muscles. His body size was almost twice its original size before the thunderous sound subsided.
The muscles and bones are trembling.
Meng Xiang had difficulty controlling his body. Facing such a powerful and shocking skill, his body did not flinch at all.
"Swoosh!" Meng Xiang opened his mouth and pounced on Zhang Jin like a wild beast. Unconsciously, his mouth and jaw were slightly protruding, his fangs were pointed, and his face looked ferocious.
Zhang Jin had no intention of moving at all, and took the initiative to rush towards Meng Xiang. The two of them punched each other dozens of times in a flash. There was no defense at all, and every punch was an attack. The collision of power caused the sand and stones on the ground to be blown away with a "whoosh". The ground where the two of them stood made a "crackling" sound, as if it would crack at any time.
"Bang!" Meng Xiang was hit on the cheek, and his body bounced like a kite with a broken string, falling to the ground far away, rolling for nearly 10 meters before stopping. Zhang Jin licked the blood on the fist with his tongue, and said with great satisfaction: "Your strength and speed are not bad, and your strength has surpassed Ding Jie. It's worth it that I let you live until now."
"Ah..." Meng Xiang screamed, and then he got on the ground with all four limbs, and howled like a wolf. His mind gradually became confused, and he had only one thought in his mind: kill the enemy in front of him.
"Bang..." Spiritual energy surged in Meng Xiang's body, mixed with some dark power emerging from the depths of his soul. The Kaio-ken could no longer be suppressed, and its efficacy suddenly soared to 15%. The power overflowed from his body like a hurricane.
Facing Meng Xiang, who was surrounded by spiritual energy like a blue light bulb, Zhang Jin squinted his eyes as if he had taken stimulants, drooling from the corners of his mouth, just like he couldn't control himself when looking at delicious food. A thunderous sound rang out from his huge body again, and his muscles became more solid.
The two men rushed out at the same time, and the sound of their fists colliding spread far from the mountainside like thunder. Zhang Jin no longer used fancy skills such as the Seven Wounds Fist and the Star Shifting Technique. The two men fought hand-to-hand, and each punch had a force of ten thousand pounds.
"Boom!" Meng Xiang punched Zhang Jin on the chest. Zhang Jin was heavily pressed beside a boulder. Meng Xiang, like a mad beast, used "Shave" to rush to Zhang Jin's body. Meng Xiang's fists rained down on the steel-hard body in front of him. The effect of Kaio-ken had gone out of control. The Kaio-ken with an effect of 20% made the aura and strength in Meng Xiang's body as difficult to suppress as a volcanic eruption. The surging power was all vented on Zhang Jin.
With Meng Xiang's physique, even if he unlocked the second level of potential lock, he would not be able to withstand the Kaio-ken with an effectiveness of 20%. But the strange thing is that even though Meng Xiang is almost unconscious now, his body still does not show any symptoms of power backlash. On the contrary, he becomes more and more courageous as the battle goes on. The huge rock behind Zhang Jin was pressed by Meng Xiang's fist through Zhang Jin's body, causing the gravel on the surface to fall off, and the whole rock seems to be about to crack at any time.
Zhang Jin, who was attacked fiercely by Meng Xiang, still showed a fanatical and excited expression even though blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, suddenly raised his knee and slammed it into Meng Xiang's lower abdomen. Meng Xiang groaned, fell to the ground and rolled several times, but then he supported himself with his feet and continued to pounce on Zhang Jin.
"Haha, interesting, your punches make me feel unprecedented excitement, I can't bear it anymore, if I don't kill you, I'm afraid I'll have to commit suicide." Zhang Jin screamed, flashed to Meng Xiang's left side like a ghost, and threw 8 punches in a row. When Meng Xiang reacted to block, he had been hit by 5 punches in the left abdomen, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps. Zhang Jin took advantage of the situation and pounced on him like a tiger descending from the mountain. His two powerful arms clamped Meng Xiang's wrists, and his knees repeatedly hit Meng Xiang's lower abdomen. Even though Meng Xiang no longer felt pain, his internal organs rolled and tore, causing his body to instinctively lose strength.
Under Zhang Jin's fierce counterattack, Meng Xiang gradually regained consciousness, and the dark power that made him excited and violent gradually subsided, but his body had lost the power to resist.
"Hehe, the game is over." Zhang Jin freed his right hand and inserted it into Meng Xiang's lower abdomen. Meng Xiang only felt a chill in his lower abdomen, and a stream of sexy liquid seeped out along his skin.
Zhang Jin's right hand had penetrated Meng Xiang's lower abdomen like a steel spike and stretched out from his back.
Zhang Jin pulled out his bloody arm, and Meng Xiang spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
After regaining consciousness, Meng Xiang felt a tearing pain all over his body. The pain of the pierced abdomen was less than 1/10 of the pain in his body. He forced himself to keep the potential lock open, trying to keep himself conscious, his lips slightly opened, but he couldn't utter a word.
Zhang Jin sighed deeply, his eyes flickered, he yawned and said: "Overexcitement always makes people tired. If you can continue to live through 3 or 4 horror movies, maybe you can have an evenly matched confrontation with me. However, I also had a lot of fun this time. I'm leaving. I'm very happy with you during this time. At least, you are not as boring as Ding Jie. Bye." He stretched lazily, without looking at Meng Xiang on the ground, and walked towards the town alone. When he passed a large rock in the distance, he looked behind the rock, and said with a grin with a hint of weariness: "His lower abdomen was pierced, his internal organs, muscles and even tendons and bones are damaged. He is already half dead. If you want to save him, I won't stop you." After that, he yawned and walked away leisurely.
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