The Wudang Junior Master

"Game start!"

The referee's voice fell, and a light breeze blew away the dust.

Zhang Chulan cast the Golden Light Curse and said, "Master Zhang, I won't be polite."

"Come." Zhang Wuling smiled.

Teng!

Zhang Chulan didn't waste any words and rushed towards Zhang Wuling.

He knew that he was no match for Zhang Wuling, so all he had to do was show him everything he knew.

A punch came at him, but Zhang Wuling did not fight back, but dodged to the side.

Zhang Chulan missed the attack and immediately lowered his body and kicked.

Zhang Wuling raised his right foot, blocked the sweeping kick, and kicked it back.

The two men first used physical skills to fight each other, exchanging more than ten moves back and forth.

It was basically Zhang Chulan who attacked, while Zhang Wuling defended.

"Your fighting ability is a bit weak. You need to learn from Zhang Lingyu. Eat more duck legs in the future."

Zhang Wuling raised his leg, blocked the whip kick, and spoke.

Zhang Chulan's entire body was ablaze with golden light, and he continued to attack without stopping. "I've remembered what Taoist Master Zhang said, but are you planning on not fighting back?"

"Hey, no, I just want to see your current level."

Zhang Wuling finished speaking and raised his hand a little, "Since you asked for it, you have to be careful."

Zhang Chulan was startled and quickly prepared to defend and dodge.

Three palms, not too many, as long as you can withstand or dodge them, it is considered a success.

However, Zhang Chulan was still too naive. As someone who had never been slapped by Zhang Wuling, he could not understand how difficult it would be to dodge such a slap.

In order to avoid this slap, Zhang Lingyu practiced hard for a long time to achieve such results.

call!

When the figure appeared in front of him, Zhang Chulan felt a force pressing down on him.

At that moment, he not only felt oppressed psychologically and spiritually, but even his body seemed to be imprisoned.

asshole!

That's too late!

Zhang Wuling's big slap hit Zhang Chulan hard, the golden light shattered instantly, and the man flew backwards and hit the wall.

The entire wall shook, and then a dent appeared.

"Wow!" Zhang Chulan fell to the ground, knelt on one knee, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It's different, it's really different.

Just watching the game on the court is completely different from the oppressive feeling when facing Zhang Wuling in person.

It's really too strong...

Zhang Chulan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and arcs of electricity surged across his body.

"Oh?" Zhang Wuling raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene, "Are you going to use thunder magic?"

Stab it!

Zhang Chulan arrived in front of Zhang Wuling in a flash and hit him with a palm.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuling reached out his hand to grab it.

As a result, Zhang Chulan's body flashed with lightning, and his speed suddenly increased. He moved from the front to behind Zhang Wuling.

Thunder!

Little white worm!

A lightning snake pounced out and bit Zhang Wuling's neck.

Razer is very fast, but Zhang Wuling is even faster.

He suddenly turned around and cut the little white worm into two pieces with a single knife move.

"You kid, you love sneak attacks so much, it's quite suitable for Yin Wu Lei."

Thunder in the Palm!

Zhang Chulan stepped on the ground, and his speed increased again. A large amount of lightning shot out from his palm and went straight towards Zhang Wuling.

"Be careful, the second palm."

Zhang Wuling grinned, without avoiding at all, and also raised his palm to meet Zhang Chulan's palm thunder.

Squeak!

The seemingly violent thunder and lightning could not hurt Zhang Wuling at all.

The two men put their palms together, Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth, and tried his best to release lightning.

"Your fighting spirit is still not enough, Zhang Chulan, stimulate your potential!"

Zhang Wuling realized that due to his personality, Zhang Chulan was not a battle maniac, but rather very rational.

Therefore, this guy is unlikely to use his full strength in battle, but will instead hide his skills.

It's a bit like playing chess, where you have to be cautious at every step and adjust the rhythm to your advantage.

This approach cannot be said to be wrong, but when the gap in strength is too large, any calculation is futile.

Then, in an instant, Zhang Wuling's aura pressed towards Zhang Chulan like a raging wave.

At the same time, the strength in his hands was also pressing on Zhang Chulan.

He couldn't escape and could only fight back desperately amidst the horror of the raging waves.

The powerful aura affects the spirit, and the terrifying force oppresses the body.

Zhang Chulan had never felt so suffocated before. It seemed that no matter what he tried, there was nowhere to escape.

The force that came layer after layer seemed to crush his body into pieces.

Will he die?

"Zhang Chulan, if you can't break through yourself today, I will kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, the terrifying murderous intent made Zhang Chulan shudder all over.

Taoist Zhang really wants to kill me?!

Zhang Chulan was oppressed and knelt on the ground. The lightning in his palm gradually became weaker, like a candle in the wind and rain, which was in danger of going out at any time.

dong dong!dong dong!

Just when Zhang Chulan couldn't bear it anymore, the sound of his heartbeat became clearer and clearer.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan clearly felt that a force seemed to be flowing out of his body.

Could this be... old farmer's skill?

The new power replaced the old power. Zhang Chulan grabbed his right arm with his left hand and frantically activated the thunder technique.

"Ah ah!!!"

Bloom! Thunder and lightning!

In an instant, the lightning that had been suppressed burst out with dazzling light again.

The light was brighter than before, and the piercing thunder was like the loud cry of a divine bird soaring into the sky.

Yang Wulei·Rattlesnake!

Zhang Wuling's ears moved, and his inch strength burst out, directly blasting Zhang Chulan away. At the same time, he grabbed back with his left hand, and a white snake-shaped lightning bolt was only one or two centimeters away from his neck.

"Tsk, that's the advanced version of the Razer just now. It's quite fast." Zhang Wuling grabbed the Razer and exploded it, with a slight curl of his lips.

Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu are really two extremes. One likes to fight head-on, while the other is a complete loser.

Even Yang Wu Lei's powerful thunder technique was used in various ways by this kid.

"Cough cough..."

Zhang Chulan lay on the ground, spit out two mouthfuls of blood, supported himself with his arms, and slowly got up from the ground.

"Master Zhang, there is only one last palm strike left."

Zhang Wuling smiled and said, "That's right, but do you still have the strength to fight?"

Zhang Chulan grinned, his eyes determined as he took on a stance, "Just try it and you'll know, Taoist Zhang."

Why do I feel like a villain?

Zhang Wuling rolled up his sleeves, pulled his right foot back, and warned, "Zhang Chulan, this is the last palm strike. You have to withstand it."

"Hey, come on, Taoist Priest!"

call--

boom!

Zhang Wuling came in front of Zhang Chulan in an instant and hit him in the chest with a palm.

Zhang Chulan, who had just stood up, was knocked out again. His figure left a shadow on the field and finally hit the wall.

This time, the shock was even greater than the first time, and many spectators in the stands were startled.

The broken rocks fell down, raising a cloud of dust and burying Zhang Chulan's figure.

Many people stuck their heads out, feeling a bit nervous and curious.

What happened to Zhang Chulan? Can he stand up again?