Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 018 Your Fist Is Not Hard Enough

Dongfang Shuo's speed was frighteningly fast. When the fist was blasted, only afterimages could be seen, and he couldn't even see the fist clearly, let alone see the path of the fist clearly.

Three palms, seven punches and twelve legs!

Dongfang Shuo hit Qiao Ye's body continuously in a very short time, causing Qiao Ye to stagger back and forth, as if he was on the verge of falling.

Wang Xincheng became excited, and shouted at Qiao Ye: "Qiao Ye, a country bumpkin like you, you'd better die here obediently!"

But at this moment...

boom!

Dongfang Shuo's fist hit Qiao Ye's chest again. This time, Qiao Ye didn't back down, but directly tightened his muscles, resisting Dongfang Shuo's fist again.

"If you want to kill someone, in fact, one punch is enough."

Qiao Ye raised her head sharply and looked at Dongfang Shuo, that gaze suddenly shocked Dongfang Shuo's heart for no reason.

There was a fierce light in Qiao Ye's eyes, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.

Dongfang Shuo retreated resolutely, trying to distance himself from Qiao Ye, but found that he couldn't back up anymore. Looking down, it was Qiao Ye who pinched Dongfang Shuo's wrist at the moment when he resisted the punch.

"Let me go!"

Dongfang Shuo twitched a few times but couldn't pull out his arm. He clenched his left hand and threw it at Qiao Ye continuously.

However, Qiao Ye didn't care at all, and let Dongfang Shuo's fist land on her body. After a while, Qiao Ye stood there without moving, but Dongfang Shuo began to breathe.

"Have you had enough?" Qiao Ye clenched his fists and said, "Then it's my turn!"

boom!

Qiao Ye raised his arm and punched Dongfang Shuo hard in the face.

Dongfang Shuo's body took off in an instant, and was sent flying two meters away by Qiao Ye's hard punch, and then rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

"Pooh!"

Qiao Ye turned his head casually, spitting blood towards the ground.

"Your fist..." Qiao Ye hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "Your fist is not hard enough!"

Dongfang Shuo's speed really surprised Qiao Ye, and even the first level of Bone Realm can have such a speed, which can be described as stunning and unimaginable.

However, after being punched a few times, Qiao Ye found that this guy was not as powerful as he imagined.

The two realms of body training and bone refining are the two realms of foundation for warriors. They practice the physical body horizontally, allowing the physical body to break through the limit, tempering the muscles and bones, and making the body better. At the beginning of the spiritual realm, the cultivation of the martial soul is the real martial arts cultivation.

But training the physical body horizontally, tempering the muscles and bones, includes all aspects of the physical body, such as strength, speed, endurance, defense, etc., and these aspects do not grow evenly.

Physical talent is also a kind of talent. Some people have a strong physique, and their strength and defense will be more prominent. Some people are born durable, ten times a night.

This guy, Dongfang Shuo, obviously has all his physical talents in speed. At first glance, he is really scary, but after a few punches...

There was a smile on the corner of Qiao Ye's mouth, and he did not hide the obvious contempt in his smile.

If I stand up and let you beat me up, you won't be able to beat me to death!

Dongfang Shuo raised his head, obviously reading the meaning from Qiao Ye's expression, he was furious instantly, endured the pain, slapped the ground, turned over, and rushed towards Qiao Ye again.

Dongfang Shuo's speed was still fast, to an unimaginable level. Judging from the speed alone, Qiao Ye didn't even think that even a martial artist could be so fast.

However, now that the bottom line has been figured out, Dongfang Shuo's speed is worthless in front of Qiao Ye.

bang, bang, bang...

Qiao Ye had no intention of avoiding it at all, and just stood there, letting Dongfang Shuo's fist hit her.

After more than a dozen punches in a row, Dongfang Shuo gasped again, and his speed became obviously slower. In just a split second, Qiao Ye shot again.

boom!

The punch was exactly the same as before, except that Qiao Ye's fist was heavier. This time, before Dongfang Shuo's body even flew out, he spit out a mouthful of blood before hitting the ground hard.

"Although the tone is not small..." Qiao Ye looked at Dongfang Shuo and said, "But if you want to kill me with your pussy-like fist, you'd better wait another hundred years."

Dongfang Shuo's rather handsome face was distorted because of this, he stood up on his knees, and shouted angrily: "Where are you all standing there watching the show? Kill him, immediately!"

The people who came with Dongfang Shuo didn't dare to neglect when they heard Dongfang Shuo's roar, and immediately pressed towards Qiao Ye.

but……

boom!

Qiao Ye suddenly leaned forward, without any fear, and then punched one person's chin fiercely.

The opponent was dizzy from being hit, and kept retreating towards the rear. At this moment, Qiao Ye had pressed on again.

Boom!

Qiao Ye's fist also blasted out at this moment, and hit the opponent's face fiercely from the side, sending him flying with one punch.

"You defeated a martial artist of the eighth-level body refining state, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 1400 points."

But at this moment, one person attacked Qiao Ye's back and raised his fist to bombard Qiao Ye. When Qiao Ye turned around, the opponent's fist had already reached Qiao Ye, but at this moment...

boom!

With a dull collision sound, the opponent's fist suddenly hung in the air, and the surroundings were stunned. The fist was in front of Qiao Ye, less than half an inch away, and Qiao Ye directly reached out to catch the fist.

The man kept struggling, his face turned red, he couldn't get his palm out, and then...

Qiao Ye slowly exerted force, twisting the opponent's fingers backward bit by bit.

"what!"

The severe pain made the other party scream, his knees trembled, he grabbed his wrist, and knelt down bit by bit.

When Qiao Ye let go of his hand, the opponent's three fingers were completely twisted, and the severe pain made the opponent's body tremble unconsciously.

"You defeated a martial artist of the ninth level of body training, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 1600 points."

Qiao Ye didn't stay, twisted her body, raised her foot again, and kicked the other person's lower abdomen fiercely. Then, the person's body turned into a figure and flew back.

When the opponent fell to the ground, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. Before he could react, Qiao Ye had already come to the person's side again and stepped on his chest.

"You defeated a martial artist of the ninth level of body training, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 1600 points."

Qiao Ye looked down at the person being stepped on, then looked at Dongfang Shuo and said, "A dog will always be a dog. Do you think a pack of dogs can turn into a pack of wolves?"

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