Chapter 678 - 552: Unmoving as a Mountain, Striking to Kill! (Part 3)

Bang!

A shadow flashed, like a tornado spinning in the air, gathering violent force, and finally transformed into a side kick. Various kinetic energies roared towards Big Bull’s chest through the hard boot sole.

Once still, it doesn’t move; once mobile, it must kill!

Liu Yao’s face darkened at Zhang Su’s attack; painful memories rose to his heart. He once tasted the power of Zhang Su’s kick, but that was just an ordinary kick, without a sprint, and certainly no aerial spin!

He couldn’t imagine how powerful such a kick would be. There was a secret taste in his heart to try it out, but he quickly suppressed this masochistic mindset.

Wu Baokang, as a mercenary skilled in combat techniques, was filled with confusion upon seeing Zhang Su’s move. Spinning is possible, kicking is possible, spinning kick is also possible, but why is there such a seemingly twisted move as a spinning side kick that, when executed, flows so smoothly?

He quickly understood. What makes the spinning side kick smooth is the person. When core strength reaches a certain level, control over one’s body also improves, enabling more advanced moves.

More people just watched the spectacle, seeing Zhang Su’s elegant spin in the air, and collectively exclaimed "Oh!" with their eyes widening.

Bang! Crack, crack!

"Ah! Pfft..."

Though Big Bull was somewhat dull, that was on a thinking level, not combat reaction. Facing Xie Guangfa’s sudden attack, he could raise his arms to block, and he could do so now.

To be precise, during his charge at Zhang Su, he was always ready for defense and counterattack. When he saw Zhang Su exerting force with his feet, his brain issued the command to lift his arms.

Unfortunately, against absolute strength, the block did not achieve the anticipated effect.

His arms crossed in front of his chest, at the moment of contact with the opponent’s foot, Big Bull felt weird, like the strength in his burly arms vanished. No matter how hard he tried, his biceps or triceps all issued a strike command.

Couldn’t block, simply couldn’t resist the tendency of elbows to fold. In a flash, his arms were pressed against his chest, accompanied by several sounds of bone fractures.

Whoo...

More than two hundred pounds of Big Bull under a spinning side kick, his chest seized, flew backward, blood spraying from his mouth, eyes widely shocked.

Zhang Su, borrowing the recoil, also flew backward, but his posture was much more elegant, spinning 360 degrees in the air, landing on his feet.

During this process, he still had the mind to summarize the battle, thinking that if Big Bull were just standing still and taking a kick, the damage wouldn’t be so terrifying!

Force is mutual, when Zhang Su worked towards Big Bull, Big Bull was still charging forward, like two cars colliding, bound to be brutal, whereas if Big Bull could stop and retreat at the moment Zhang Su launched the attack, then it would be like a rear-end collision, relatively, the damage would be much less.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t do it!

"Damn..."

Qi Dabin, following Big Bull’s charge, got a big shock from the sudden change, a lump of a shadow flying straight at him.

He never expected Big Bull couldn’t even take one move from Zhang Su. He even thought of using Big Bull to attract Zhang Su’s attention, then stealthily attacking from the side to secure a win. Now what is going on?

Pft, pfft...

A few people rushing in from behind quickly dodged, watching Big Bull fly four or five meters, falling to the ground, unable to stop even after a tumble, rolling from the ground to leave a scratch mark, finally rolling into the gap opened by the spectators, blood scattered all the way, extremely miserable.

From being kicked to the place where he finally stopped, a full ten meters!

Luckily it was an earth field layer, with high friction. If it were a smooth floor, he could have slithered another ten meters.

Xie Guangfa was within the retreating crowd, watching with an extremely serious expression at Big Bull curled on the ground coughing blood. He prided himself on his leg skills; he knew too well the value of this kick.

This was a height that even three of him couldn’t reach, not simply a matter of leg muscle strength!

A master, an absolute master!

Big Bull was crippled by a kick, arms broken, ribs shattered piercing internal organs, severely injured, with an aghast expression on his face, now breathing out more than he is breathing in, unmistakably beyond saving, unless immediately arranged with the Zombie Thalamus, but that’s impossible!

As Big Bull soared, the scene seemed to press the pause button; the other few turned their heads to see Big Bull’s tragic state, one kick’s power, scared a few to death.