Chapter 820

Seeing that they were about to fight, they retreated to the edge of the field and gave up the middle area as the fighting field. Jiang Dong also stared at the two people in the center of the field curiously.

"Hum!" Xu Dong sneered. Without saying a word, he rushed directly at Wang Ru.

Xu Dong is worthy of being a real combat level anti-counterfeiting fighter. He stepped out with one step, and his momentum was strong and heavy. With one punch, the tiger was alive. Without any fancy actions, he directly attacked Wang Ru's face!

Wang Ru punched his fists along the middle line of his body and alternately. He was not fast, but he was just fierce and powerful. The fist style agitated his long coat and made a crisp sound of hunting

Laymen watch the excitement and experts watch the doorway. Others just think that the old man Wang Ru is alive, but Jiang Dong sees the real Baji boxing from Wang Ru's boxing!

you 're right!

Wang Ru is not the Baoguo master. His eight pole fist is not lightning five whip. This is real Kung Fu!

According to Jiangdong's estimation, even if Zheng Yi and Wang Ru fight, the most is four or six, Zheng Yi four, Wang Ru six!

While Jiang Dong was shocked, Wang Ru and Xu Dong had fought together.

From mutual temptation to full-scale attack, Xu Dong, an upright young man, has a slight advantage by virtue of his physical advantage.

With the passage of time, the more the fight continues, the greater the disadvantage of Wang Ru. With such high-intensity bombardment, Wang Ru has been exhausted in only two minutes!

On the contrary, Xu Dong is more brave than ever, forming a rolling advantage over Wang Ru!

Finally, Xu Dong punched Wang Ru in the chest and knocked Wang Ru down directly. It was only three minutes!

"Hoo Hoo..." Wang Ru gasped hard, as if his breathing was an extravagant hope. He was unable to fight again.

"You lost." Xu Dong picked up the corners of his mouth and sneered. "Whether you admit it or not, the martial arts of the Dragon kingdom are dead!"

With Xu Dong's victory over Wang Ru, the disciples in the Baji boxing hall looked different.

"The owner lost?"

"Is it another fake master?"

"It's still Xu Dong Niubi! I'm also having a headache. What kind of eight pole boxing do I have to learn?"

Several apprentices stared at Wang Ru in some displeasure, as if they had all been cheated into studying by Wang Ru.

"You can insult me, but you can't insult the Dragon martial arts!" Wang Ru struggled to get up and stared at Xu Dong angrily.

"It has been said since ancient times that you lost. It's true. If you want to correct the name of the Dragon martial arts in your mouth, beat me, but you can't!" Xu Dong completely floated.

"You..." Wang Ru pointed to Xu Dong. His whole body was shaking because of anger.

"Xu Dong, isn't he?" just then, Jiang Dong stood up. He really couldn't watch it anymore. "What's worth showing off if you beat an old man in his sixties? If this old Mr. Wang is thirty years younger, you can't beat him ten!"

"Young man, do you mean I can't win?" Xu Dong turned his head and narrowed his eyes and stared at Jiang Dong.

"This is the truth." Jiang Dong argued, "old man Wang has played with you for dozens of rounds at the age of more than 60. How dare you say that old man Wang's eight pole fist is a fake? I've seen shameless, but I've never seen you so shameless!"

What Jiang Dong said is true.

It is a very unfair thing for an old man in his sixties to fight with a young man in his twenties and thirties. Moreover, Wang Ru and Xu Dong fought for dozens of rounds to win and lose. Moreover, Wang Ru lost because of the aging of his physical function, not his poor skills!