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Chapter 55 Don't talk about martial arts (please collect, please recommend)

"Fucked! This monster still has the wisdom of human beings!"

At the moment when Chen Ming's arms were bound, although he was surprised, he did not lose his size unexpectedly.

He raised his head violently and knocked heavily on the monster's head.

"Buzz!"

Chen Ming's brain seemed to be shaken back and forth, it was muddy, and his whole body was dizzy, and he couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

However, with the power of his headbutt, he was able to pull his arm out of the monster's hand.

tearing~
Although the arm was not broken, the monster's sharp nails still scratched his clothes, leaving a few bloodstains on his arm.

Chen Ming quickly tore off the tattered sleeve, and tied it to his arm with the help of his teeth, tightening it tightly.

This monster is full of weirdness, and no one can tell whether it is poisonous or not.

However, seeing that the oozing blood was a normal dark red color, Chen Ming felt a little relieved.

"It's really a tin turtle. It doesn't matter if the eyeballs are blown out. How can there be a [-]% winning rate?"

Chen Ming couldn't help feeling bitter secretly, it seemed like he was beating a boss with a very thick blood bar.This is not the most desperate thing, the most desperate thing is that he doesn't even show you the remaining blood.

Looking at the monster's playful expression, it seemed to be saying: "Master Chen, please use more force!"

But now the momentum is like riding a tiger, so I have to go.

Don't panic, since the master said that there is a [-]% winning rate, then I must have not found the right method.

what is it then?

I only learned punching from my master...

Suddenly Chen Ming remembered the task that Mao Lilan had arranged for himself in the consciousness space, breaking the white paper suspended in the air instead of knocking it into the air!
That's right, I was able to knock the white paper into the air before because I was strong enough, and the strength of my fist could spread to the paper simply by exerting physical force.

But if you want to break the white paper, it is useless to rely on great strength.

Just like a plastic bag in a typhoon, it will be rolled up by the wind, but it will not be torn apart unless there is a fixed point.

And if you want to smash it out of thin air, what you need is to break the surface!
He also thought of the piping bag that Alisa used when making desserts. Isn't it just squeezing the cream out of a small opening to carve out various patterns instead of pouring out all of them in a swarm.

"I understand!"

The second step that Master Mao Lilan wants to give him is to gather force, or control.

"The strength of my original fist was scattered, and when I hit him, it was absorbed by his muscles and skin surface. Although the bullet couldn't kill him, it could leave bullet holes on his body."

"If my fist can be like a bullet, converging all the power at one point, it should be able to pose an effective threat to him."

It's easy to say, but it's not so easy to try and succeed.

During the battle, Chen Ming constantly adjusted his punching feeling.

In the past, he never thought that he would be so bold, daring to practice punching in battle.

However, due to the reason of trying, his punches fluctuate from light to heavy, sometimes they are as powerful as a thousand jun, and sometimes they are like a breeze blowing on his face.

He himself was unable to predict the effect of his fists, so he was overwhelmed and embarrassed by the monster's attack.

"Oops!"

Chen Ming's punch was too light, causing the monster's head to be slightly deflected.Before he could return to his expected position, the monster turned his head and threw his arm towards him.

This swing, with the sound of breaking the wind, if Chen Ming is not dead, he will be seriously injured.

At this juncture of life and death, Chen Ming's consciousness seemed to sink into a mirror lake where the water and the sky were the same color.There is a villain who looks like him on Jinghu Lake, who is constantly punching, trying to smash the white paper suspended in the air in front of him.

One punch, one punch, another punch!
The white paper one zhang away turned into a snow-white butterfly, flying in the strong wind created by the fist, unable to stop.

Chen Ming in reality, Chen Ming in consciousness, Chen Ming punching on the mirror lake, all closed their eyes...

But in reality, the security officers saw that Chen Ming closed his eyes, thinking that he had given up his resistance, and they turned their heads away, unable to bear to look.

But Wu Qingfeng and Xie Rongrong yelled "No!" and wanted to go up to help.

At this moment, the three Chen Ming opened their eyes at the same time.

In reality, the monster's attack finally came. Chen Ming clenched his fist, instead of pulling his fist into a bow and arrow, he imagined himself turning into a small crossbow.

The villain on Mirror Lake swung his fist, and the butterfly flying in the air shattered into pieces of white paper.

In reality, Chen Ming's fist was like a Wing Chun bunt, colliding with the monster's elbow very quickly.

That's what it feels like!

ah ah ah ah...

Chen Ming grabbed the arm he wanted to withdraw, and let out a continuous roar.

With a roar, he punched.

Another roar, and another punch.

With the continuous roar, the fists were like fine raindrops, hitting the same position on the arm.

Snapped!
The crisp sound of a fracture was clearly audible.

But Chen Ming didn't notice it, one after another, he forcibly beat the monster's arm into a reverse twisted appearance, which was quite scary.

The last punch hit the monster's chest, through the thick skin and muscles, this punch directly broke his ribs!

The sound of bone cracking was as shocking as thunder in the ears of several other sheriffs.

The bones that were constantly being hit by bullets were actually broken by a person with his fist.

Sure enough, those with abilities are all inhumans.

In fact, this does not mean that Chen Ming's single-point destructive power exceeds that of bullets.

The destructive power of the bullet does not rely entirely on kinetic energy, but the bullet flips forward inside the human body, causing extensive damage to human tissue, and even causing a large cavity to appear on the back.

And the tough skin of this monster is like a bulletproof vest, which can disperse kinetic energy autonomously.The muscles are strong enough to clamp the high-speed spinning bullet, making the bullet's internal destructive power useless.

Chen Ming thought of this when he punched, so he abandoned the idea of ​​lengthening the distance of the punch and increasing the kinetic energy of the fist, but used fast and intensive short punches to restrain his controlled strength and hit his skin and muscles. There are fewer joints, so he can't unload the force.

And his strength was superimposed like a wave in each punch, and only by concentrating it on one point could he break the ribs wrapped by muscles in one fell swoop.

After finding the solution, Chen Ming's thinking changed.

He no longer blindly dodges, and his movements are not flamboyant.On the contrary, it is like an intimate dance partner, clinging to the monster's body, with ease.

He leaned against it, making it difficult for the monster to exert its strength, and could only helplessly be hit by Chen Ming in his arms like a target.

This is also thanks to the fact that he abolished the monster's mouthparts early on.

Otherwise, doing so can only lead to death.

After Chen Ming got close, he took the opportunity again to develop skills other than fists.

Shoulders, elbows, palms, fingers...all of them can become his means of attack.

I had seen some blurry videos about Gu Wu in the past, but at this moment they were all extremely clear.

I don't know, looking at the posture, I thought it was a master of Chinese martial arts.

The poor monster can't take advantage of its own strength at all, and can only act as a sandbag.If he could speak, he would definitely vomit three liters of blood: "Young man, you don't talk about martial arts!"

But the ordeal didn't last long.

Chen Ming raised his elbow, raised the monster's head, and punched the monster's face at the right time.The monster's originally tall nose had been dented by the blow.

Then, the monster just lay there, unable to move any more.

For safety's sake, Chen Ming broke his other three limbs with force.

After doing all this, Mao Lilan reminded: "Someone is coming."

He nodded and said to the dumbfounded sheriffs, "I'm the one who broke the nose ring man's bones, but I'm not the murderer."

Pointing to the monster at his feet: "He is the one."

After speaking, without waiting for their reply, he turned and walked into the darkness.

Wu Qingfeng boldly walked to the side of the monster, checked it, and said with a strange expression: "It seems... fainted."

"..."

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(End of this chapter)