C1044 Form and Intent
C1044 Form and Intent
"It's real in the void, but in the real, it's fake in the void. ..." "
Along with this chant, Dongfang Luyong's fist suddenly became ethereal and invisible, making it hard for others to grasp it.
Ye Hong felt his scalp go numb, because he had already recognized the move Dongfang Luyong was using.
Form and Will Boxing - Strike of Form and Will - Eight Strikes!
"Strike of Form and Will - Eight Strikes - Luan Xun!"
As expected, Dongfang Luyong shouted out the move that Ye Hong was familiar with in the next second.
The last move of the next eight Hands, Phoenix Crush!
In other words, other than Ye Hong, there was actually someone else in this world who had mastered the Profound Meaning of the Strike of Form and Will, the Form and Will Boxing.
Who was this guy? Was he Ji Yueling's illegitimate son?
Dongfang Luyong's fists were as fast as lightning. He arrived in front of Ye Hong's chest with incredible speed.
"Since we can't understand each other, then you will die for the great ambition of my factory!"
A cruel look flashed across Dongfang Luyong's eyes. He punched forward with both fists.
However, the expected scene did not appear.
Dongfang Luyong was shocked to find that his fists were blocked outside.
The one who caught his swift punch was Ye Hong's fist!
Dongfang Luyong was full of confidence in his fist. He knew that there was someone in this world who could catch his fist, but he could not believe that this person was the Ye Hong in front of him.
To be able to withstand this punch meant that Ye Hong's realm was at least close to his, both of them were ancient Qi warriors.
Although he had seen Ye Hong's bravery during the day, Dongfang Luyong still did not think that Ye Hong was an ancient Qi warrior.
It was only at this moment that he realized how wrong he was.
An ancient Qi warrior who was not even eighteen years old!
Dongfang Luyong knew better than anyone how terrifying this was.
While Dongfang Luyong was immersed in this shock, Ye Hong was also silently thinking something.
"Low-middle expectations are high, high expectations are low, ups and downs are like the waves in the water, neither turning nor drilling, one inch is the first..."
"This is..."
Before one wave had even subsided, another rose, and Dongfang Luyong's face revealed an even more shocked expression.
"It's the Eight Middle Hands! How is that possible?!"
The chant that Ye Hong recited was so familiar to Dongfang Luyong that he could not be any more familiar with it.
This was the chant of the eight hands of the Strike of Form and Will that he could not comprehend even after ten years!
"Impossible, this kid must be lying to me!"
Dongfang Luyong did not believe it at all. He changed his hand to an even more ruthless angle and attacked Ye Hong's throat!
The violent airflow had the aura that could destroy the sky and earth.
However, just as the air current was about to tear Ye Hong's body, Ye Hong suddenly disappeared.
He disappeared without any warning, like a ghost.
Dongfang Luyong's pupils constricted, because a voice as cold as a cold spring suddenly came from behind him. "Uncle, your move is already out of breath!
Look at my Strike of Form and Will, Eight Medium Hands, Form Change!"
When one's speed reached the limit, one would deceive one's eyes.
The Strike of Form and Will Medium Eight Hands were agile like the wind and swift like the wind.
A form change, a form change, a form change.
It was a particular technique, [When attacking, don't leave a shadow behind. If you leave a shadow behind, you won't be able to do it.]
Ye Hong's body, which seemed to still be in front of Dongfang Luyong, was just an afterimage left behind by his speed being too fast.
The real Ye Hong had already circled behind Dongfang Luyong without anyone noticing.
Form and intent, but Ye Hong's version was Version 2.0.
"Oh no!"
Boom!
Dongfang Luyong, who had no time to defend himself, was hit by Ye Hong's fist.
The violent force forced Dongfang Luyong to stagger a few steps forward. He almost fell to the ground in a sorry state.