CHAPTER 253: 【132】POISONOUS MAN, MA BOMENG_3

But Ma Bomeng was different. His meridians kept swelling, and he actually absorbed all of Wang Longhu’s inner strength without affecting his body and organs at all.

"Number one in the world, you’re too arrogant, aren’t you? Forget the world, do you even know how deep the waters are in the Southeast Asia Martial Arts World? Huajin is merely the key to entering our circle.

Trying to kill me! Did you really think I’ve been wasting my decades in Vietnam? The gap between Mainland Martial Artists and overseas martial artists is something you have no idea about!"

Ma Bomeng suddenly rolled on the ground, his legs scissoring out to sweep at Wang Longhu’s ankles.

Wang Longhu’s lower base was not something two horses could shake, so he didn’t care about Ma Bomeng’s tricks. He held Ma Bomeng’s wrist tightly and punched out with a Beng Fist, aiming at Ma Bomeng’s head.

No matter how well horizontal training is practiced, all things have their nemesis, and martial arts are no exception.

One move is strong, another is bound to restrain it.

Beng Fist in Xingyi is the method to counter horizontal training.

Ma Bomeng could train his body to withstand Wang Longhu’s strength and inner strength, but Wang Longhu didn’t believe his brain and internal organs were trained to that level.

However, just then, Wang Longhu felt a powerful force grappling from his legs, at least more than two horses’ strength.

It staggered his stable stance and broke his balance in an instant, causing him to fall to the ground.

Ma Bomeng seized the opportunity to leap up, clawing at Wang Longhu’s face.

Wang Longhu quickly turned his head, and Ma Bomeng’s palm struck the ground, leaving a seven or eight-centimeter deep palm print.

Seeing he missed, Ma Bomeng swiftly swiped at Wang Longhu’s face again, attacking like a storm with no intention of giving Wang Longhu a moment to breathe.

"The twisting force this guy just exploded with is clearly not right," Wang Longhu wondered in his heart, quickly pondering.

He noticed that when Ma Bomeng had initially withstood his explosive force, he was unharmed, with only his belly puffing out like a bullfrog.

At the time, Wang Longhu didn’t pay much attention to it, but now he observed that after Ma Bomeng wrestled him down, his puffed belly retracted.

Just like a deflated balloon.

"Could it be..." Wang Longhu repelled the five claws Ma Bomeng attacked with, then used a Scorpion Tail Kick, raising a leg to strike between Ma Bomeng’s legs.

The most sensitive part for men and also the most vulnerable spot, being kicked there is never pleasant.

But for a Huajin Grandmaster, the dark force in the crotch’s acupuncture points has already unblocked all meridians and points, and can be shaken off when attacked, so this part isn’t as fragile as an ordinary martial artist’s.

Wang Longhu’s kick was just to kick Ma Bomeng away first, then find an opportunity to suppress him.

But unexpectedly, Ma Bomeng’s crotch didn’t send out any dark force reaction at all. Instead, his face turned red as liver instantly, and he bit his lips, flinging backward.

"Hmm?" Wang Longhu kipped up, looking at Ma Bomeng sprawled on the ground with great confusion.

Being a Huajin Grandmaster, why didn’t Ma Bomeng have dark force in his crotch acupuncture points?

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just as Wang Longhu was puzzled, several breaking sounds came, and three steel crossbow arrows rapidly shot towards his back of the head, back, and lower back.

The blond-haired youth, who had been watching from the sidelines, made his move. He chose a moment when Wang Longhu was least focused on him to launch a surprise attack.

For an ordinary Huajin Grandmaster, perhaps at this moment of distraction, he might really get hit.

But Wang Longhu’s Spirit had been elevated too high, far beyond the normal level of a Huajin Grandmaster.

Even though his attention was on Ma Bomeng, his senses were always observing all around, and when the sound of wind breaking came, he reacted instinctively in the very first moment.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Wang Longhu grabbed out with a big hand, his hands moved swiftly, and in the next second, he firmly caught all three crossbow arrows.

"Courting death." With a backhand flick, Wang Longhu’s eyes flashed with killing intent, and the three crossbow arrows immediately flew out at a speed even faster than when they came.

They pierced straight into the chest of the blond-haired youth, then the arrowheads penetrated through his body, and his pupils shrank in shock as he slowly fell to the ground.

"No!" Clutching his crotch, Ma Bomeng shouted in disbelief as he saw this scene unfold.

That blond-haired youth was Qiao Qichong’s precious son, a figure considered akin to a young master throughout Zhiming City.

Previously, a wealthy businessman smacked him after getting drunk, and within three days, the businessman’s son was beaten to death with his facial bones shattered at home.

No one could ever investigate who the perpetrator was, and the matter had to be left unresolved.

But the discerning people knew that it was Qiao Qichong who did it.

Anyone who laid a hand on his beloved son would meet a miserably grim fate.

Qiao Qichong’s focus in his life, besides martial arts, was his son.

This child, born to him in his old age, was his heart’s treasure.

Now, he was dead, dead before his very eyes, and Ma Bomeng did not know how he would explain this to Qiao Qichong in the future.

"Although I don’t know what kind of martial arts you’ve practiced, you should be able to store the inner strength someone else hits you with in your body and then unleash it all in one go in some way, right,

I told you you’re just someone who practices horizontal training, how could you possibly have the foot strength to topple me."

Wang Longhu, as composed as if he had just killed an ant, looked down at Ma Bomeng and said.