Detective Resurrection, Finding the Future of Women
Am I so strong?

Yanwutrai.

Zhao Yong squinted at Mo Fan.

After seeing Xu Jing's sword.

Zhao Yong already had some shadows in his heart.

He had reason to suspect that Mo Fan, like Xu Jing, also mastered a terrifying martial art.

After all, if you have the courage to take the stage, it means that the other party has a certain confidence.

For him in the first nature.

Martial skills at the Jueying level were indeed somewhat incomprehensible.

Because its power was so great that it could instantly tear apart the qi of the protective body.

Making the body's protective qi that originally had a strong defense was useless.

Even if the cultivation base entered the Innate, without the protection of the body, however, it was only a body of flesh and blood.

Zhao Yong understood that if he underestimated the enemy, he might end up with Zhang Tong.

Just as Zhao Yong was thinking about it, Mo Fan slowly climbed onto the martial arts stage, bowed and said, "Please tell me."

Zhao Yong frowned and asked attentively, "Are you not using a weapon?"

Mo Fan shook his head: "I'm good at boxing."

Hearing this, Zhao Yong heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there were no weapons.

No matter how strong his fist was, its strength was not much, it was at least impossible to tear apart his body armor in an instant.

Even the most elusive King Kong Fist of Chuan Gonglou, in terms of explosive power, was still inferior to Jue Ying.

Of course, Jue Ying was a little similar to raising a sword, after the sword was finished, it was difficult to break through in a short period of time.

And the King Kong Fist, relatively speaking, was a martial skill that consumed very little.

Even if it was just a body forging martial artist, you could use the Diamond Art in succession, and it was no big deal to fight for at least three or four minutes.

Moreover, the King Kong Fist was extremely ferocious and had the power to open mountains and break stones, and its comprehensive rank was even higher than Jueying's.

However, compared to Jueying, the strength of the King Kong Fist was still limited.

Even if he ignored his defense and had body armor, he could not be instantly killed by a single blow.

The biggest difference between an Innate warrior and a forging warrior was the innate qi.

Body forging warriors could only easily insert spirits into their bodies, using their psychic energy to wash their bodies and strengthen themselves.

Innate martial artists, after the forging body reached its limit, communicated spiritual power with great perseverance, and opened up a sea of qi similar to the double space within the body.

The role of Qihai was very simple.

It could transform the spiritual energy inhaled into the body into innate qi suitable for mobilization by the human body.

With an innate qi, whether it was endurance or explosion, it would achieve a qualitative leap.

The so-called protective qi of the body was to condense the innate qi on the surface of the body to form an invisible shield.

In general, it was difficult for the forging body warrior to break the body protective qi of the innate warrior body, which was one of the reasons for the obvious difference in strength between the two.

If you can't even destroy the defense, how can you fight?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yong immediately felt relieved.

As soon as his mind became clear, he laughed at himself.

He laughed that he was too careful.

A thousand steps back.

What if Mo Fan also mastered Jueying?

As long as he did not underestimate the enemy, it was impossible for the opponent to kill him with a single sword.

Since he could not kill with a single sword, then he could return.

Moreover, the young man in front of him was only practicing boxing.

The mediocre fist technique, to him, was not the slightest threat.

On the other hand, seeing Zhao Yong stuck in his place, Mo Fan could not help but frown and repeat: "Please tell me."

Zhao Yong's mind was pulled back.

He looked lumpy and said in a deep voice: "Then, you should be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yong's innate qi instantly boiled over.

His Qi and blood throbbed, his heart skipped a beat, his muscles and bones humming in unison, like the sounds of thundering tigers and leopards, like Hong Zhong Dalu, who carried an endless sense of oppression.

"Hey! This breath..."

"This feeling of oppression cannot be explained. Even if it's not aimed at me, it still scares me, and my legs are weak ..." Someone broke out in cold sweat, and there was a desire to turn around and leave.

"Is this an innate warrior? When can I reach such a level ..." Some people breathed and missed him.

"No, Zhang Tong just now didn't seem that strong ..." Some people are confused and full of confusion.

"Brother Zhao is much stronger than Zhang Tong, both of them are not on the same level at all." Someone explained.

"Even in the outer sect, Senior Brother Zhao is famous, and he is expected to be promoted to the inner sect in the future."

"That's it ..." Everyone is dumbfounded.

"In this way, wasn't Mo Fan unlucky?"

"No way, Senior Brother Zhao is too strong, Mo Fan can only be unlucky when he meets him ..."

"Yes, if Mo Fan fought Zhang Tong, there was still a chance of winning, but against Senior Brother Zhao—"

Everyone sighed and regretted that Mo Fan was unlucky.

Xu Jing, who was on the edge of the Yanwu Platform, started sweating in his palms, his face full of anxiety.

When he vaguely heard the words from the audience, he couldn't help but blame himself.

At this moment, he automatically ignored the fact that Jue Ying's movements were immortal, and he did not hold back at all.

"If only Zhang Tong had not lost his combat effectiveness back then...

"According to the rules, if the promotion assessment fails, if you want to submit an assessment again, you will have to wait at least half a year ..."

Thinking of this, Xu Jing increasingly blamed herself.

"Will, or should I, I wait another half year?"

However, what Xu Jing did not know was that Mo Fan, who stood five meters away from Zhao Yong, did not feel much.

Zhao Yong's oppression had no effect on him at all.

Mo Fan was not an ordinary body forging martial artist.

His physical strength was no longer weaker than an innate warrior.

Under dream practice, spiritual power had reached a frightening level.

The pressure from a mere Innate level three martial artist could influence him to possess a ghost.

"Be careful!"

Zhao Yong finished charging, set his foot on the ground, and rushed out like an arrow from a rope, almost as if a shadow had appeared.

He snorted and came to Mo Fan in an instant, his thighs swinging out, like a dragon swinging its tail, carrying a gust of strong wind, squeezing the air to make a crackling sound.

"It's over!"

He swept over, a confident smile on his face.

Although he only cultivated third-grade martial arts.

But the cultivation base was higher than Mo Fan by the large realm and some small realm.

The gap in his strength was enormous, and the other party had yet to master such a frightening magical skill like Jueying.

If under such circumstances, he could not defeat the enemy with a single move, then he would live as a dog in this life!

But soon, the smile on his face froze.

I saw that Mo Fan's reaction speed was terrifying, as if he had predicted his attack, his body was spinning at an incredible angle, and he was able to escape the blow.

Then, Zhao Yong saw a fist burst out with a ray of golden light, striking the gate of his life.

"King Kong's Boxing? Sure enough, it's King Kong's Boxing!

"Unfortunately, even Boxing King Kong might not be able to completely destroy my defense—"

However, the idea of Zhao Yong had just appeared, and that huge golden fist came into contact with him.

At this moment, he even heard a sharp clicking sound.

- It was the sound of body armor breaking.

Bang out!

The terrifying giant force instantly destroyed Zhao Yong.

At this moment, his entire face was changing shape, several teeth were falling out, blood was flying, his head was roaring, he lost consciousness for a short time, and was rumbling and rolling on the ground several times.

A moment before he lost consciousness, there was only one thought in his mind:

"Is this really King Kong Boxing? When did the body-forging warrior from the Plumber Academy become perverted?!"

At the same time, Mo Fan was shocked when he saw Zhao Yong lying on the ground, motionless.

"So I'm very strong?"

(ps: I stagnated, this chapter is very painful to write, I will send it first, the author will pack up and continue grinding one chapter, do not wait, it will be very late, it will be very late, let's see tomorrow.).