Even if it is only an insignificant 01% increase, the flow and condensation of that little bit of energy should be traceable.

But the result is that Jing Yang can't see any movement.

Nitro stood there, like a stone statue carved into a person. He could talk, laugh, and beat people, but you couldn't feel the slightest movement from him.

boom!

Jing Yang was grabbed by the ankles by Nitro for an unknown number of times and thrown out.

Nitro could only throw it like this. Jing Yang's feet were condensed with "hardness". Other than that, there was no spiritual energy in his body. They were as brittle as a piece of paper. Unless Nitro also entered "Extreme", otherwise

Jing Yang's body could be broken into pieces even if he touched it with his hand... This was the kid's conspiracy to deceive an old gentleman like him, and Nitro was willing to fall for it.

"This kid is making progress so fast."

Nitro thought to himself, and kept attacking for about a stick of incense. He saw with his own eyes that Jing Yang was condensing "hard" faster and faster, and the flow and accumulation of Qi on the body surface became smoother and smoother.

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"It's like trying to imitate me."

As soon as Jing Yang, who was thrown away, landed on the ground, he fell to the ground with one hand and once again left an afterimage of his energy on the spot, attacking Nitro tirelessly.

boom!

Nitro stretched out his hand sideways, grabbed Jing Yang's "hard" right fist, pushed forward with the heel of his palm, and punched out with a majestic force, shocking Jing Yang back and forth, holding his fist and blowing air

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Compared with 20 minutes ago, Jing Yang's "hard" intensity has not declined at all.

It can be seen that his potential thoughts are still abundant.

"Hiss!" Jing Yang grinned and waved his hand.

The healing power of the "star" on the back of the neck quickly eliminated the discomfort in the numb and painful fists.

The fighting, uh, the fighting on the wooden dummy continued, and there were continuous banging sounds in the field.

Jing Yang was busy working in full swing. It was rare to catch an old man and the number one martial arts master in the world to train with him. How could he give up so easily?

Nitro also found it interesting. This kid's moves were perfect, without any flaws. The most valuable thing is that he persisted for so long without slacking off at all. His fists and kicks were not out of shape at all. He seemed like a fighting machine, executing the martial arts performance meticulously.

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You could say he was a machine, but the speed at which he could adapt to the situation, yet without any lag, really made Nitro happy.

Zhen Yuanzi's match lasted for a full hour.

Everyone watching the battle went from being shocked at the beginning to gradually becoming numb. Ordinary people would be so tired that they could lie down even if they stood still for an hour and pumped their fists, let alone fighting with mind energy continuously? And every punch, every kick,

They are all "hard" filled with all the thoughts!

call……

Jing Yang could no longer attack Nitro like the wind. At this moment, he was sweating profusely and exhausted. He gathered all the remaining energy in his fist and hit Nitro in the chest.

"You're so tired, how can you still muster the energy to finish the 'hard'?"

Gai Lu watched as Jing Yang's last punch landed "lightly" on Nitro's chest. It was still enough to crack the stone monument, but it failed to shake Nitro in the slightest.

Nitro looked the same as he did an hour ago, with no trace of sweat on his forehead. He cleared away the thoughts in his palms and patted Jing Yang on the head with a smile.

Jing Yang fell to the ground with a thud, and Xianyu turned over, lying with his eyes straight and panting.

tired!

This was the first time he used this method, using "hard" actual combat to squander his mental energy.

"It seems like a full hour of fighting..." Biyou's mind moved and the calculation was completed. "His total energy is about 19,000 or more and close to 20,000 qi. This is almost an intermediate fighter.

But judging from his "hard" and "flow" proficiency, how many intermediate combatants in the association can compare with him?"

"Hehehe, not bad, not bad." Nitro waved to Xiaodi on the sidelines.

Xiao Di walked over and helped Jing Yang up. Jing Yang was so tired that his whole body was as limp as a ball of mud, and the sweat all over his body was stuck to Xiao Di's body. Xiao Di didn't care at all and helped him back to the sidelines to rest.

Nitro was in a good mood and said to everyone: "The exhibition in Qianshan will not end until three to five days. Let's do this. We will gather here at 7 o'clock every morning for the next three to five days like today."

"Who's next?" the old man asked with a smile.
Chapter completed!