Top Master

Indeed, Zhao Quan's left arm was not as strong as his right arm. It was weaker than his right arm, but this was only compared to his right arm.    

    

Wolves were weaker in front of lions. Could it be that wolves were weaker in front of sheep?    

    

This was obviously impossible. Therefore, Zhao Quan didn't care about Bai Lin's thoughts at all.    

    

Didn't he just want to attack Bai Lin's left arm? Then let's do it!    

    

Zhao Quan retracted his right arm and placed his left arm in front of him, allowing Bai Lin to attack him.    

    

"This arrogant bastard sandbag!"    

    

Seeing Zhao Quan put down his right arm, Bai Lin immediately understood what he meant.    

    

He was very angry. He thought that Zhao Quan was openly looking down on him. It was that Zhao Quan did not care about him at all. He was teasing him like a monkey!    

    

"I will let you be carried back!"    

    

With a loud roar, Bai Lin's punches and kicks became stronger and stronger under the support of his fury. The muffled sounds kept ringing out.    

    

He had to admit that the strength of his punches and kicks was indeed not weak, especially under the enhancement of his anger, the power increased by several points.    

    

Unfortunately, this bit of strength was nothing to Zhao Quan.    

    

Putting aside the fact that he had cultivated the fighting technique of the Shanren Five Techniques , even if he had not learned it, it would still be a matter of minutes before he could deal with Bai Lin.    

    

Furthermore, he had been trained by Ma San when he was young. Usually, he would use the oil soaked pig skin to cover every part of his body. After that, he would give him a good beating.    

    

It was not torture. In Ma San's words, he said, "If you want to beat someone up, take a beating first!"    

    

He did not know where this b * stard theory came from, but it made Zhao Quan suffer a beating every few days during his childhood.    

    

But when he went out to fight, he found some benefits. When others received a punch, they would cover their faces and howl for half a night.    

    

When he received a punch, the person who hit him covered his hands and howled for half the night. His body was just that sturdy and tough.    

    

The fists and kicks that were like crazy attacks were like a violent storm. They continuously rained down for close to ten minutes, and Bai Lin finally stopped.    

    

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue, but that he really didn't want to continue.    

    

Not only that, but he also felt that his fist, face, and back were in severe pain, as if he had just punched a wall.    

    

But what made him feel wronged was that even if he hit the wall, there would be a fist print on the wall. Why did the human sandbag on the other side feel like it was a human sandbag? Was there nothing wrong with that?    

    

In fact, his judgment was wrong. How could Zhao Quan be fine? Of course he was fine.    

    

His arm had gone numb from the shock. It was the numbness of tickling. If not for the fact that he was still wearing the target on his right hand, he would have scratched it.    

    

"You are awesome. You are so f * cking awesome. Your nickname is cement or steel plate. You can even withstand such a hit. You are really awesome!"    

    

Bai Lin reached out his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead and threw it on the table. It looked like he was begging for mercy.    

    

But in the next moment, he said to Zhao Quan, "But I don't accept it. I, Bai Lin, don't accept it!"    

    

"I am a lowly commoner, and I have the dignity of a boxer. "I will now use my most powerful means to challenge you. If you have the ability, just stand still. And this hand, I don't believe I can't cripple it!"    

    

It looked like he was really angry. He even took out the dignity of a boxer. And he even had a trump card.    

    

Although his goal was to cripple his left hand, Zhao Quan was still very curious about what Bai Lin's ultimate skill was.    

    

He was not the only one who was curious. Gan Ju, who was at the corner of the stage, was also curious.    

    

Gan Ju originally expressed her admiration towards Zhao Quan's ability to withstand blows, but at the same time, she also gave Bai Lin the title of 'trash' for free.    

    

But now that she suddenly heard that Bai Lin had a unique skill, she was very curious.    

    

Gan Ju asked Ma Kun, "Boss, what is Bai Lin's strongest skill?"    

    

Ma Kun smiled without saying a word, appearing somewhat mysterious. This also made Gan Ju more and more curious.    

    

On the boxing ring, Zhao Quan shook his arm, and then raised his left arm again to show respect to Bai Lin. He even specially changed the target on his right arm to his left arm.    

    

Bai Lin also seemed very serious. He no longer showed the pride of his people and took the initiative to give a fist salute to the peasant Zhao Quan.    

    

After the bow, Bai Lin retreated and took a deep breath after a short rest. Following that, he exerted strength under his feet and shot out like an arrow from a bow, increasing his speed even more as the distance between them shortened.    

    

When he was two meters away, Bai Lin, who was supported by his speed, flew up. He rushed forward like a water dragon, and his right leg swung furiously. The strength of his leg swinging with this speed was so strong that even ordinary wooden stakes would not be able to withstand it!    

    

However... if the so-called strongest technique was only the strongest technique... Zhao Quan could only express his regret.    

    

Just as he was about to use his left arm to block the attack, an unexpected change occurred!    

    

The right leg that was supposed to kick at the target on his left arm suddenly raised a few points. The target of the attack seemed to have become his head!    

    

If this kick were to hit the target, Zhao Quan might not be able to continue standing on the stage.