C2167 Good Boxing Style
C2167 Good Boxing Style
Even if Martial Arts Grandmaster dies and the Cultivation Level disappears, his body will not rot for years.
Furthermore, Hiramiya Amasawa was an expert who had stepped into the God Stage.
It was acceptable to say that its corpse hadn't rotted in a hundred years.
But now, it had exceeded everyone's expectations.
"Blood Tribe?" Hattori Shaya was a little doubtful. She had already trusted Han Zhen a little, "What kind of race?"
"Don't listen to him." Wave Guest laughed and interrupted Hattori Shaya's words, "We are unable to verify anything regarding the Blood Tribe. However, Sword Sovereign Ping Gong still has the aura of Han Zhen on his body. This cannot be changed. "
"This matter is very strange. We received the news in advance that something happened to Sword Sovereign Ping Gong. Doesn't that mean there's someone else involved? " Although Hattori Shaya was hostile to Han Zhen, Hattori Shaya was more convinced that if Han Zhen wanted to kill someone, he could kill Sword Sovereign Ping Gong on the day of the decisive battle.
"Sword Sovereign Ping Gong is dead, and Han Zhen is most likely dead. Even if he isn't the killer of Sword Sovereign Ping Gong, he still wants us to find evidence to prove his innocence! " Wave Guest was the first to receive the news.
However, he was very dissatisfied with how forgiving Hattori Shaya was towards Han Zhen, and he believed Han Zhen's one-sided story.
"It seems like my explanation is useless." Han Zhen wasn't angry. The reason he said all this was because he didn't want to be the scapegoat.
"Sword Sovereign Ping Gong being drained might be your doing. We made up the news of the Blood Tribe, in order to clear up the responsibility. " Wave Guest's eyes were filled with amusement.
"That's right, Master Han might be using some evil method to extract the strength of others for himself." "To be able to defeat Sword Sovereign Ping Gong at such an age." The petite monk was also eager to give it a try.
"You all …" Hattori Shaya naturally did not believe their words.
Judging from their current appearances, they were clearly interested in the result of Han Zhen defeating Hiramiya Amasawa. He wanted to use Han Zhen's reputation and strength to enhance his combat ability, or to raise his position in the Special Hazard Department.
"Alright …" Han Zhen looked at the two of them, "I don't like to explain, but now there's even less of a need to explain!"
"That's right!" What Dwarf Monk disliked the most was chattering.
Since Han Zhen wanted to make a move, that was for the best.
Victory would lead to fame.
If he loses, he would be able to rely on his identity as a special hazard department and not be implicated.
Boom!
Dwarf Monk sent an iron fist towards Han Zhen.
He was born small, bullied, but ill-tempered and powerful. Being highly regarded by Ni Hongzhuang's buddhist masters, he was deemed to have an intelligent root and was taught high quality buddhist knowledge. But Dwarf Monk is not interested in scriptures.
But Dwarf Monk was taught the hardest body tempering cultivation technique among the Buddhist techniques. After the Arhat Battle Body, Dwarf Monk had mastered it in one go.
A single punch was enough to shatter mountains and rivers.
BOOM!
Dwarf Monk's iron fist had let out a loud rumble, and the sound wave had shattered. Just in front of the fist, there was a layer of white air.
It was just over ten meters away, and the strong wind made it difficult for him to breathe.
Han Zhen bore the brunt of Dwarf Monk's attack.
The berserk aura made Han Zhen's clothes almost tear.
"Not bad." Han Zhen commented.
To be able to cultivate to such a degree in this world, Dwarf Monk's strength was worthy of Han Zhen's praise.