The two big men stood face to face, and the count of the blood clan said to Lock with a grin, "Don't think you have taken advantage of it. I am a blood clan who specializes in physical cultivation and can tear down a tank with bare hands. Boy, it's still time to beg for mercy now."

"Is that so, is the Japanese paper-paste tank? Stop talking nonsense, come on." After saying that, Locke punched the other party in the head.

The vampire is worthy of being a vampire, and they are obviously stronger than humans than reaction speed. Although Locke took the lead, the opponent's fist still hit his face first.

Bang, it hurts very much, but it can still be tolerated. Locke did not slow down his movements because of the pain. His fist was obviously heavier than the other party. The earl on the opposite side grinned.

Both of them understood their respective advantages and disadvantages from this punch. The Earl's fist was fast and Locke's fist was fierce. Thinking about this, the cunning count of the blood clan immediately began to increase his speed. After Locke's punch, he could almost swing 5 or 6 punches. Now Locke could not bear it anymore. Gradually, his eyes and mouth were colorful. As time went by, his blood began to splatter everywhere.

The blood clans present all showed excited expressions, not because of the bet, but because of their ability to prove their pride began to rise. Of course, it is not ruled out that their bloodthirsty factors were stimulated.

Dana and the others also saw Locke's disadvantages, and couldn't help but frown and look at him worriedly. They knew that with Locke's personality, even if he was beaten to death, he would not easily admit defeat, but this was what they were most worried about.

There were too many fists, Locke's head began to dizzy, and his fists were getting slower and slower. The Demon King Shield couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted in his heart: "Guawazi, you are a human, you always compare with monsters, are you a cow or an elephant? What about the boxing techniques you have learned? Have you fed dogs?"

A sentence woke Locke up, and his bottleneck had finally been opened. Yes, why did I have to compete with the enemy for strength? In addition to being the strongest strongman among human beings, what can I prove? I also have boxing and Taoism, as well as Fenglin Volcano Power taught by General Chang. When did I become a reckless man who only knows brute force? What is the difference between it and before I joined Zhengyidao?

The scene finally began to change. Locke took back all his hands and began to defend. At first, all the blood clans were quite happy, thinking that Locke had given up and victory was just a matter of time, but gradually they saw something strange.

It has been 5 minutes since Locke started defending, but no matter how the Count increased his fist speed, he could no longer hit Locke's head.

Slowly he discovered that Locke's hands were moving at a mysterious rhythm, which did not look fast, but blocked the angle of his punches. Moreover, the tattoo on his arm also began to flash golden light from time to time, and his fist hit his arm obviously did not cause much damage.

Seeing that he had been doing useless work, the count began to feel anxious and his fist speed increased again. Unfortunately, Locke gradually found the rhythm and entered a natural defensive state. No matter how many attacks were, even if his eyes could not keep up with the fist speed, his arms could still block it.

Under the Count's storm-like attack, Locke actually closed his eyes, which made the Count on the opposite side very angry, and the blood clan watching the battle next to him was also a little turbulent.

Li, who was standing on the deck, suddenly felt his heart, closed his eyes and felt it. His spiritual sense passed through the deck and saw the scene of Locke fighting between him, and carefully observed Locke.

At this moment, in Locke's mind, Taoist Master Xu Zhenzi's figure gradually became clearer, and the moves of the Four Spirit Fist that had been left deep in memory appeared again. As Taoist Master Xu Zhenzi's four Spirit Fist hit faster and faster, a mighty spirit beast appeared in his mind.

It was the Four Spirits Xuanwu, whose mountain-like body was not afraid of any wind and rain, and the spirit snake hidden under it was enough to give the invading enemy a fatal blow. The two spirit beasts seemed to feel something, and they all roared to the sky. Behind them, a big mountain character printed in the void echoed them from afar.

In this battle with the Blood Clan Earl, there was neither the strange magic nor the smoke of modern weapons. It was just that this crazy fist that actually made Rock suddenly realize the Xuanwu Tian-Shenzhen Style in the Four Spirit Fist, and it went one step further, and it also merged with the Shan Jue.

The Count in front of Locke was about to collapse. He dared to say that he had not performed so well in so many years. His fist speed was so fast that he could hardly see clearly. He was actually resolved by a mere human being with his eyes closed.

He began to think that this competition was a bit unfair. Even if he won, he had nothing to be proud of. Besides, seeing that his posture was probably a draw, what skills did this big man learn and his defensive ability were so powerful.

While he was thinking about it, his fist speed gradually slowed down and finally revealed a flaw. At this moment, the space was immediately captured by Locke who had entered the Xuanwu Realm.

His eyes suddenly opened, and his right fist hit the count's face like a spirit snake coming out of a hole. This sudden punch caught the count off guard, and the punching force was several times heavier than before. Finally, the count, who was hit to the point of being confused, could no longer control his body and staggered back a few steps.

"Oh, yeah!" John shouted excitedly, and Dana and the others felt relieved.

Locke did not show any special excitement, and walked forward a few steps under the gaze of everyone and held the count, "How is it, is it okay."

"You don't have to pretend to be weak. At first, you show your enemy as weak, and then attack them successfully. I really feel disgusted for you humans." The countess who had just teased John pushed Locke away, looked at him in disgust, and then asked about his situation in his tribe.

"No, I really couldn't beat this Earl before, but later under his attack, I realized a boxing technique I learned before, and I sincerely thank him." Locke said sincerely.

"Have you understood the Four Spirit Fist?" Dana asked in surprise.

"Yes, but after understanding one of them, the master's skills are so profound." Locke smiled at Dana.

"Yes, he realized it in the battle, and this can't deceive me." The count who bent over shook his head and stood up, indicating that he was fine for his companion.

"Boy, this punch is interesting, what's the name?" The count seemed to be a generous person. When he saw the wonderful kung fu and his relationship with each other, he felt a little sympathetic. He first extended his hand to Locke, "My name is Petrov. Ivanovic Ivanov, and usually others call me Peter."

The two big hands were clenched together, "Locke Johnson, just call me Locke. The move just now was the Four Spirit Fist I learned from my master's sect, and I have never understood the mystery before. Speaking of which, I really have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know how long it would take to understand it."

John asked the blood clans to collect money in the cabin, slanting his eyes and complained: "Tsk tsk, what a bloody plot, from opponents to friends, when do you plan to hold a wedding?"

None of the ears in the cabin were useless, and Peter and Locke's words had changed from the exchange experience.

"That's your companions?" Peter asked with a vein on his forehead.
Chapter completed!