The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 264 Abbey Lang's True Qi Fist

"Abby Lang, use the Sonic Fist to test the opponent first!"

Seeing that Shawarang's strength can already compete with Abby Lang, Linghu will start to be serious.

He is not a rookie in the battle, and it can be seen that Abi Lang needs his own command.

"Jerby!"

As soon as Linghu gave the order, Abilang's stride between his feet became larger. Before, he only moved within a small range, but now he can cover a distance of more than two meters in one step.

Switching from a defensive stance to an offensive stance is nothing more than a change in bodywork.

The dense small steps sounded without warning, facing Shawarang's standing still, Abirang chose to hit his face directly.

Sonic Punch!

The fist as big as a sandbag carried the power of thunder and was continuously enlarged in Shawarang's eyes. On the fist as hard as steel was Abiron's sonic punch that he had cultivated to the extreme.

You can feel the existence of the air, and Abilang's Sonic Fist can already be regarded as the third echelon among all fighting elves.

As long as this bottleneck is broken through, the Sonic Fist will reach the same speed as the sound.

Abi Lang's whistling fist wind was right in front of his eyes, but Shawarang's eyes were already closed.

The body turned slightly backwards, just to avoid the punch. While dodging, Shawarang's feet didn't stop. His inborn extremely superb kicking skills made Shawarang feel unstoppable at any time. can maintain balance and counterattack,

Roundhouse kick!
With the power of turning around, Shawarang's legs swung a huge arc in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they came to Abby Lang's face!
"cut!"

The blow that rolled the air stopped in front of the two gloves again, and the leg clamped by Abiron's fists couldn't even move.

"Very good, Abby Lang, that's it, counterattack hard and use Thunder Fist!"

Repeating the previous action, Abilang threw Shawarang's leg upwards and successfully forced the opponent back, his chest slightly tilted down, and his right hand was pulled to his ear.

Crackling currents lingered on Abiron's gauntlets, and noisy current sounds continued to emanate from above.

Farmer's Three Punches is also a common skill of Abby Lang.

But not as proficient as Sonic Fist.

Bang!
Shawarang, who had no time to dodge, was hit directly by a punch, and the weight-bearing vest, which did not have much defensive function, collapsed into a big hole by the punch, and there was a faint electric current winding on it.

"Hey, referee, is it against the rules for elves to wear armor in battle?"

Linghu also saw that Shawarang was not hit by the electric current, otherwise he would at least stiffen at this time, and would not be able to retreat immediately.

Although the Lightning Fist hit, it only caused physical damage. All the electric current on it was absorbed by the vest made of sand and iron. Under the isolation of a thin layer of cloth, the electric current did not touch Shawarang at all.

"Ah? It seems that wearing armor is not illegal."

The referee was also a little confused.

According to the rules of the alliance, elves are allowed to bring items on the field, but for the sake of face, there will be no elves wearing armor.

Wearing a weight-bearing vest like Shawarang is a minority. After all, no one wants to win the game and lose face.

Moreover, for high-level elves, those retro armors are more of a restraint, a device to suppress their own strength.

Compared with the slowed down speed, the increased defensive power is still more important.

In this world, there is no such equipment that can resist the skills of elves without injury. Even if it can resist physical damage, fire skills can directly roast you in it.

"Watermelon, it's almost time to take it off."

"In this situation, if you don't take it seriously, you won't have a chance to win after losing too much physical strength."

Dio stood behind and reminded Chawaran.

When Linghu on the opposite side saw Shawarang taking off his clothes one by one, he didn't order Abirang to attack.

He is a senior, it is better not to do that kind of thing.

"Abby Lang, let's get serious too."

"Let him see our strongest skills."

"Be careful Dio, Abby Lang's characteristic is an iron fist!"

Hearing that Dior said to be serious, Linghu also became excited, and swung his right hand heavily in the air.

"True qi fist!"

"Jerby!"

Giving a thumbs up to Linghu, Abilang turned to look at Shawarang.

His eyes became solid in an instant, locking onto Shawarang who had just taken off his weight-bearing vest like an emotionless machine, and he was not surprised at Shawarang who had taken off the weight and became so imposing .

His spirit simply did not allow him to show surprise.

This is his strongest skill, and it takes close to five seconds to charge.

True Qi Fist is a big move of the fighting system. With the same strength, its power even surpasses Shawarang's million-ton flying kick.

A normal Zhenqi Fist requires three to five seconds of charging before it can be used. The faster the charging, the higher the elf's proficiency in this skill.

During the time of accumulating power, it requires all the concentration of the mind to mobilize all the power in the body to work together, so that it cannot attack.

But the Curtain Gym has opened up two new paths.

One is the Zhenqi Fist that pursues speed, and it charges up in the shortest time, and then faces the enemy who just happened to rush in front of him.

The other one is the one used by Abby Lang now, the charging time can be longer, but during the charging time, he can dodge the opponent's attack.

This is Abby Lang's hole card.

In this small town, no little elf has successfully interrupted his energy accumulation process.

Everyone can only be punched down after touching the air around him.

When training boxing, he seldom used his legs to attack, because his legs were not strong, but for body skills, Abby Lang thought that there was no elf with similar strength as himself that could crack it.

Similarly, relying on his speed, it is still possible to catch up with his younger brother.

After all, he had seen Shawarang's speed before.

When Shawarang, who was in sight, took off the last bracelet on his body, Linghu couldn't help but scream.

"Gravity ring? Four??!"

"And that clothes filled with iron sand!"

"Dio, what the hell did you do to the watermelon?"

Zero Hu looked at Dio with a weird look.

With such a set of equipment, it is a miracle that Shawarang's body was not crushed, let alone fighting Abirang as if nothing had happened before.

"He wants to become stronger, so I will help him."

Touching the elf ball of the rice spoon snake on his waist, Dio recalled the scene of Shawaran showing off in front of the rice spoon snake and then being beaten into tears.

In Abilang's sight, Shawarang, who had neatly arranged his clothes, first stretched his arms and legs, and then looked at him with murderous eyes, a feeling of being stared at by a beast enveloped him.

True Qi Fist that has succeeded thousands of times...

I'm a little discouraged...

"Be careful, uncle, the characteristic of watermelon is to pack lightly."

(End of this chapter)