Kung Fu boy

079 eight feet

Even if you can defeat a mountain wolf, you will be attacked and hurt by wolves.

Bruce knew Kung Fu too, and he knew exactly how it worked.

This kind of violent wolf descends the hill. Generally is the head is a paw, that is a violent wolf bite, then a paw attack on the face, then a kick is a wolf tail foot.

The first hand, normal, should be a lefthand, this hand, although because of the lefthand, may not be as strong as the right hand, but borrowed momentum, is being hit in the face, the result is no better. And the left hand, the right hand, this hand, the strength doesn't lose to the left hand, which helps you run, even though Hugh has the power of luck, but also promotes concentration, strength, maybe more, more.

This kick was the third of the Wolf's descent.

Don't take this lightly, the wolf came charging down the hill with such speed, three hits at a touch. You can imagine how many people would have been defeated and killed by such an attack.

Bruce was quiet, he was quiet.

Calm down, calm down!

You're not a wolf.

I'm not a rabbit.

Even if you can go down.

I'm flying!

Mustang bristles.

Bruce gestured.

With a wave of their hands, the two entered the confrontation.

The time was short, but it was long for both of them.

Du beat Jay to the punch, punch, punch.Feeling his strength enough, he let out a loud growl, and on top of that, Du Sheng Jie's power surged up, and he launched an attack of about two hundred pounds or more.

Hugh had to make light of that. Du Sheng Jie and Bruce, both teenagers who hadn't gone through their first puberty. For someone like them, unleashing two hundred pounds of energy is the strength of an adult.Not a great feat.

To the short bursts are very, very fast.

Fortunately, the old wolf was always the old wolf, not the leopard. The leopard's brief outburst was terrible the old wolf was more inclined, just a little slower in his pursuit.Only slowly do you feel the power.

First slap.

Those palms, they all came out with a fierce clap.

Bruce, on the other hand, had everything on his chest.

Eight steps to the sky.

He jumps, he jumps, he jumps to 5-foot-8!That's the best Bruce can do at the moment.

Five foot seven, normal, and as tall as a man! At this height, Bruce's body, especially his upper body, changed. If his rib muscles — restless Liu Yang — could be seen through his clothes, his ribs were like a cobra's neck, venom filling his venom sac.

Like an eagle, Bruce spread his wings.

Fly high!

Fly high!

In the next moment, Bruce's legs slammed into a series of kicks from Du Sheng Jie's series like a whip.

His breath came in, minuscule, as if his entire windpipe had vanished, becoming, by lungs, a direct greeting to the air around him. In that state, Bruce's body, his physicality, played to the limit.

Du Shengjie didn't expect this. He thought of Bruce jumping away, running away, even using the unknown lazy donkey roll.

Bruce jumped up instead.

In the past, in ancient kung fu forests, many people would have done the same.

Those ancient Kung Fu, usually through the youth of the penance, light work home, encounter enemies, often jump.

Many experts against the enemy, like to use Dapeng to spread his wings.

Such a master, in the army, jumps up, is the same as those ordinary soldiers with guns to stab.

But when it comes to one-on-one, it works.

But...

It's in the past, it's in the past, it's ancient.

Back then, people were normal, nine out of 10 practicing light and shadow art.

But this is modern.

It's a different time now.

In modern times, not many people practice light kung fu.Those who practice light martial arts often have no real combat skills.

So Du Sheng Jie did not think for a moment, when he responded to the time, saw the sky, do not stop flying kick the foot.

block.

Du Sheng Jie blocked hard and made a cross 10 nickname punch with both hands, his fists trying to shift.

But Bruce could see that his stormy legs were kicking him where he was most force.

It blocked Du Sheng Jie's body, his entire body, from Bruce's attack, a rush of power washing over him, jolting his entire body, paralyzing Du Sheng Jie's body slightly, though not to the point where he could hold on, or at least stop him from moving. So Du Sheng Jie can't stop playing with his hands, Bruce is playing as hard as he can!

"Blah, blah, blah."

For a moment, I wondered how many feet Bruce had kicked.

It was as if he was floating in space forever, attacking downward.

Du Sheng Jie stood there as if frozen, taking the brunt of the blow.

People don't understand, it seems, it's weird, just go away.

Where to know, Bruce's attack was the point of capturing his endurance.

If it wasn't his strength that Bruce was attacking, it was certainly possible for him to break through Du's defenses, but not necessarily in a way that would actually hurt him, but in a way that would allow him to take advantage of that little injury and escape and attack again.Then, Du Shengjie will be wary of Bruce's lightweight.

"Blah, blah, blah."

Bruce entered the exhalation.

Du Shengjie was relieved instead.

At this point, he knew it meant his opponent was running out of stamina, either to gain strength or because he had to exhale.Only then would the power continue, and somehow the air exhaling from his body would turn into power and Bruce would be unable to sustain his wave of attack!

Bruce paused, and that was his moment to fight back.

"Beep!"

Bruce kicked out one last time and he had to fall. Not even the birds in the sky could fly forever, they would fall to rest after flying. Bruce was a bird now, tired of flying and falling from the sky.

His time in the sky was, to say the least, five seconds.But, boy, in five seconds, every second, Bruce could kick five feet. He kicked 35 kicks. Bruce lee is known as liu three feet. He is just kicking three feet in slow motion. Bruce, on the other hand, kicked thirty-five.

It's not that Bruce is better than Bruce Lee, it's that Bruce gets the ball to the goal line and he gives it to Du Shengjie.If Du Shengjie had been smarter and more experienced, he wouldn't have been a hard grounder, he probably wouldn't have been, and if he had pushed a little bit harder, he would have finished earlier.

But now

Bruce certainly tried.

He, Du Sheng Jie, also lost his balance and was rocked by a kick.

Falling to the ground.

Bruce felt his foot go limp.

He kicked 35 field goals in five seconds, averaging seven per second.But it was a downward kick, which is rare.

And it is more laborious to step out of the way than to throw a punch.

With a fist, you can swing 10 times a second.

But with feet, eight feet, that's the limit of a lightweight pilot.

The greater the intensity, the greater the consumption.