But Ma Bomeng was different. His meridians kept swelling, and he actually absorbed all of Wang Longhu's inner strength without affecting his body and organs at all.
"Number one in the world, you're too arrogant, aren't you? Forget the world, do you even know how deep the waters are in the Southeast Asia Martial Arts World? Huajin is merely the key to entering our circle.
Trying to kill me! Did you really think I've been wasting my decades in Vietnam? The gap between Mainland Martial Artists and overseas martial artists is something you have no idea about!"
Ma Bomeng suddenly rolled on the ground, his legs scissoring out to sweep at Wang Longhu's ankles.
Wang Longhu's lower base was not something two horses could shake, so he didn't care about Ma Bomeng's tricks. He held Ma Bomeng's wrist tightly and punched out with a Beng Fist, aiming at Ma Bomeng's head.
No matter how well horizontal training is practiced, all things have their nemesis, and martial arts are no exception.
