I'm really not a dark Ultraman

Chapter 151: Live, live!

Feng Yuan's clothes were wet, and the mixture with sweat made the smell on his body more pervasive. Zhou Hong frowned slightly.

Zhou Hong had long been accustomed to the smell of sweat every time he exercised, but he found it difficult to deal with Feng Yuan's wet clothes.

The clothes looked like they would burst if hit by a punch.

Zhou Hong didn't want to affect himself, but time was tight, so he had to hurry up and beat Feng Yuan.

"I learned my fighting skills from the strongest warrior in the U40 galaxy - Jonias. When he was training me, he accidentally used too much force and hit me to death times."

Zhou Hong's voice was full of vicissitudes, and even the deep black shadows seemed a little pale.

Feng Yuan had never thought that training could lead to death, and death so many times.

How can a person die so many times! Bastard!

"It's impossible to make you a fighting master in an instant. The most urgent task is to defeat the Zuluks. You can't stop learning the three-stage attack."

Zhou Hong didn't know what the second stage attack was like.

I only know that in the face of n combos, this second attack may be a little weak.

Feng Yuan stared and asked: "Should I still practice cutting off the waterfall?"

"No, I told you, I prefer actual combat."

Before Feng Yuan could react, his heavy fist had already crossed the space and landed in front of his nose.

The gusts of wind created by the fist blew up his wet hair. The horrible wind and waves dried his hair in an instant and even distorted the waterfall behind Feng Yuan.

At such a close distance, he could even see the bulging blue veins on his fist, which made Feng Yuan's pupils constrict and his body trembled and froze.

Afterwards, he clearly felt the pressure of the fist in his chest. Although the heavy punch did not land on his body, his heart felt an invisible sense of pressure.

Feng Yuan understood that the man in front of him had his left fist against his chest.

This is the simplest two-stage attack method.

Well, for Zhou Hong.

The distance between the fist and Feng Yuan slowly widened. Looking at the motionless Feng Yuan, Zhou Hong frowned slightly, "Why don't you dodge? Do you think I won't be ruthless?"

Feng Yuan did not answer. He staggered back and looked at Zhou Hong in disbelief.

There was no sign of the man's speed. There was only a quick afterimage and the heavy fist was already touching the tip of his nose.

Feng Yuan's eyes had already revealed his thoughts. Zhou Hong didn't say much and slightly distanced himself from Feng Yuan.

Place your right arm in front of your chest, clench your five fingers into a fist, and start from the biceps to gradually bulge the muscles on your right arm.

The loose clothes were held up as if they would be torn apart at any moment.

Feng Yuan didn't even see the fist move, he only heard a loud bang.

The sound spread in all directions, startling countless flying birds.

With the sound of wood breaking, a tree as thick as Zhou Hong's arms tilted and fell backwards.

The heavy fall of the trees created a small gust of wind.

Feng Yuan widened his eyes and looked at Zhou Hong's right fist which had not changed at all.

"My strength is probably like this. If you think you can withstand it, then try to block it."

He said this with a smile, wanting to give people a little warmth.

But Feng Yuan just felt cold all over, and his thighs and stomach began to tremble uncontrollably.

"As long as you can survive my special training, the Zuluks will not be a problem at all."

Alive, you just said alive, right?

Feng Yuan looked at his own pair of weak thighs and pounded them hard, "Damn it!"

"Let's get started, senior."

Although his body was instinctively filled with fear, Feng Yuan's eyes were extremely firm.

He felt fear when facing the jeep, but he suppressed his fear when facing Zhou Hong.

This is the search for a way.

When facing an oncoming jeep, few people are not afraid.

And when facing the attack of a strong man, perhaps someone will be able to muster up the courage to fight back.

Courage is commendable, but it remains to be seen what kind of fruit it will bear.

Zhou Hong nodded slightly, walked slowly towards Feng Yuan, and gently instructed: "Feng Yuan, you are not strong enough now, and using boxing will make you even more powerless."

"Use your legs."

"Legs?" Feng Yuan asked curiously, slowly backing away to keep a distance from Zhou Hong.

"The strength of your legs is generally three to five times that of your hands. Although you haven't done any special training, given your qualifications, I'm not surprised that you can reach five times."

"Avoid my attacks, then attack me."

"You don't need to inflict an effective blow. As long as you touch me and survive, you'll pass."

Feng Yuan listened to Zhou Hong's relaxed words and thought it was so simple.

And in the next second, a figure in the distance suddenly rushed over. Feng Yuan had no time to think and his body instinctively shrank.

The terrifying straight punch grazed his scalp, and the raging wind even blew his short hair away.

Feng Yuan crouched down, clenched his fist and struck out directly at Zhou Hong's waist and abdomen.

In a flash, Zhou Hong's left palm turned and his arm was against his abdomen.

Feng Yuan's slow straight punch was like a white rabbit that came to the door and was tightly grasped by Zhou Hong.

Feng Yuan swallowed his saliva, raised his head slightly and looked at Zhou Hong.

The body that frightened him had a bright smile on its face.

Feng Yuan tried hard to force a smile, but his vision suddenly began to spin.

The whistling wind blew in his ears, swirling so much that he felt a little dizzy.

His chest collided closely with the ground, and the severe pain made Feng Yuan's eyes widen suddenly, and he coughed up a large amount of bile.

"When the difference in strength is too big, don't launch an attack hastily." Zhou Hong walked slowly around Feng Yuan.

"That would only expose your weaknesses."

"This is what my master taught me first."

Although Zhou Hong did not hit Feng Yuan directly, the indirect collision alone was enough to make Feng Yuan realize the huge gap between them.

That is an absolute chasm.

Without Zhou Hong's urging, Feng Yuan endured the discomfort in his body, stood up straight again, and assumed the karate defensive posture again.

"Please do it again." Feng Yuan's voice was still extremely affirmative.

Zhou Hong nodded slightly and said softly: "I belong to the U40 star system, and there will be some slight differences in my physical constitution."

"Feng Yuan, you have to find your own way."

The smile on the face of the sturdy man in front of him was almost pulled to his ears, and he chuckled ferociously, "Of course, the premise is that you can survive the special training."

(End of this chapter)