Whoosh, whoosh.

One by one, his fists rushed towards Zhao Gangling like raindrops.

Zhao Gang's qi sinks into his dantian, his steps change rapidly, and with his powerful body movement, he dodged Shakyamuni's fist.

Although those fists were very fast, they almost hit Zhao Gangliang every time.

Zhao Gang frowned. He was not in a hurry to attack, but was waiting.

Just when Shakyamuni Posa made his 250th punch.

Shakyamuni's fist suddenly seemed to grow longer and rushed towards Zhao Gang-shou's chest.

Zhao Gang-rye, who was ready, suddenly turned around, dodged the punch, then turned his hand and grabbed Shakyamuni's arm with force.

"It's indeed a dislocation!"

Zhao Gang-ling looked at the joint of Sakyamuni's elbow. The entire joint there was dislocated, and Sakyamuni's hand actually grew by about five centimeters.

Ancient yoga!

A flash of light in Zhao Gang's eyes. Ancient yoga techniques are like ancient martial arts, all of which are ancient things. India and China are ancient countries. In ancient times, their country also developed their martial arts system, the most famous of which is ancient yoga.

However, because India has experienced a lot of turmoil and has been colonized, according to records, ancient yoga must have been lost. I didn’t expect that this Posa Shaka actually knew ancient yoga!

Seeing that his hand was caught, Posa Shaka's body rushed towards Zhao Gangqi, rubbed it with a sound, and the bones were connected, and Posa Shaka's head hit Zhao Gangqi's chest heavily.

This momentum, coupled with the addition of internal energy, is enough to collapse the cement wall!

Bang.

Zhao Gang-ling was knocked out in response, but the moment Zhao Gang-ling flew out, he grabbed Posa Shaka's head and twisted it hard!

Scratch.
Chapter completed!