Galactic Garbage Station

Chapter 799 Divine Man Part 1

“Oh My God, what’s going on?”

“Su Jing is explaining his technique while fighting the enemy, he was not joking at the beginning.”

“And he is so relaxed and casual, it’s as if he was playing a game.”

“Could it be that Kimura is only superficial, he looks strong but maybe he is weak?”

“How is that possible? Look at the speed at which Kimura throws his punches. It is the so-called true martial arts in the world, only something fast can not be broken. That kind of lightning-like attack, how can it be weak, ordinary people wouldn’t be able to react at all, and they will be severely injured if they are hit. It’s not that Kimura is weak, it’s that Su Jing is too strong.”

Ji Xiaoting, Huo Feiyun, Cai Wufeng, and Wu Long, who were still worried just now, were all dumbfounded. They knew that Su Jing was very strong, but they didn’t know how strong he was. In all previous competitions, he had never been so serious.

Shi Qing, who was holding the mobile phone for the Live Streaming, was also a little dumbfounded. She had learned this Vigorous Demonic Bull Fist First Style last night.

Although it feels amazing as her body would heat up when she practice and it would feel as if some kind of power is constantly pouring out of her body.

But she still couldn’t believe Su Jing’s words last night when he said that she would be able to beat Kimura after training, but now it seems that it is not that simple, it turns out that this Vigorous Demonic Bull Fist is so powerful.

Ou Qingsong and the members of Jinghong Taoist Hall couldn’t believe their eyes.

At first, they thought that Kimura had a good chance of winning, but now, it is not a question of whether they can win or not, but whether Kimura could even pose a slight threat to the opponent.

They were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, shouting to motivate Kimura, hoping that Kimura would suddenly turn the tables and with the fight.

“This guy is too strong, right? Has he practiced martial arts with an expert since he was a child?” In the Audi car outside the gym, Mu Ting’s eyes widened as she saw the fight and she couldn’t help but speak.

“He didn’t know any martial arts when he was in college.” Wang Yan’s eyes also widened in disbelief.

“Bakayaro.” Kimura, who was so embarrassed, broke out a Japanese foul language, and violently attacked Su Jing’s lower genitals with a kick, a move that was so sinister that it was foul, but it was still easily blocked by Su Jing.

“I believe everyone has noticed that many of the above variations are defensive. But don’t think that’s all there is to the Bull Demon Horn Gore. More than half of its variations are offensive. Now, let me show you one by one.” While Su Jing was talking, he suddenly launched an attack, which seemed to be just a random blow, but gave a terrible impression of a fierce bull’s head.

The expression on Kimura’s face changed greatly, and he blocked with both hands. He blocked it, but the moment he blocked it, his body suddenly retreated and flew two meters backward. His hands were shaking so much that his bones seemed to be broken.

However, Su Jing’s attack was not over yet, as if he was going to finish explaining the Bull Demon Horn Gore, he attacked while explaining, and regardless of his explanation, Kimura was ready to defend.

Kimura was able to defend twice at the beginning, but after a few moves, his hands and feet became numb, and he couldn’t stop Su Jing’s attack at all. How can one person stop a bull?

“Bang” “Bang” “Bang”

The scene that followed was horrific. Kimura became a sandbag. He was beaten to and fro, unable to fight back at all. And every attack felt like being hit by a large group of buffaloes rushing over.

“This is the Vigorous Demonic Bull Fist First Style, Bull Demon Horn Gore.” Su Jing took a step forward, his hands came out together, and his two fists, as if they were the tips of two horns of a bull, rushed like a bull with full force.

The two fists, like the two tips of a bull’s horns, rushed forward with all their might.

With a “Bang”, Kimura’s body bent like shrimp, and similar to a thrown pillow, it flew into the air, crossed a parabola, and smashed heavily outside the ring, lying motionless on the ground, like a dead dog.

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Watching Kimura fly out like a sandbag and then lie on the ground like a dead dog, the Live Streaming audience and the audience waiting the fight in person were in an uproar. The whole process can not be called a fight, it can only be called unilateral crushing.

Especially Su Jing’s last attack, which was like a Bull Demon Horn Gore that caused a person weighing more than 150 jin to fly three or four meters into the air, it was terrifying.

“This is the Vigorous Demonic Bull Fist, it’s so powerful.”

“Karate is simply weak compared to this boxing technique.”

“Our martial arts are really broad and profound.”

“It makes my heart itch, I want to learn.”

“I don’t know if it’s hard to learn.”

The scene where Su Jing knocked Kimura out of the sky was deeply imprinted in the minds of many people, they were shocked and a little eager to learn such a technique.

They imagined themselves doing this in front of many people and how cool they would look while doing that.

Ou Qingsong and other gym members recovered and ran over to help Kimura to check his injuries. Kimura was found with bruises all over his body and two or three broken sternums.

His injuries were very serious and Ou Qingsong and others couldn’t help but get angry when they saw this. Kimura, who woke up was also angry.

“Su Jing, you are going too far.”

“This is just a competition, you are too ruthless.”

They were so angry that a large group of them approached Su Jing, with a formidable momentum of 30 or 40 people.

They were angry, not only because Kimura was so badly hurt, but also because the loss was so humiliating that it would be difficult for Jinghong Gym to raise their heads again in the future.

“What? Are you being a sore loser? You were the one who provoked him first. Now that you are defeated, you want to bully him with numbers?” Huo Feiyun, Cai Wufeng, Ji Xiaoting, and the others stepped forward and stood beside Su Jing.

“It doesn’t matter to us if we are bullying or not, don’t think about leaving safely today.” The members of Jinghong Taoist sneered.

“Come on then, do you think we are afraid of you.” Huo Feiyun coldly snorted. Although there are few people here, they are not fuel-efficient lamps. With Su Jing taking the lead, there is no need for them to fear the opposition.