I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 58 - 0 Sparring (13)_1

Chapter 58: 058 Sparring (1/3)_1

Chapter 58: 058 Sparring (1/3)_1

Though they called it sparring, the two were in a real fight.

Each of Brother Lanxi’s hand chops hit Moses’s muscles squarely, producing a series of popping sounds.

Upon closer look, one could see that Brother Moses’s hard, massive muscles were quivering like jelly.

It seemed very painful, but Moses seemed to enjoy it. This showed that Brother Lanxi’s comment about the fourth brother liking to get hit was not an exaggeration.

Casio was watching from the sidelines, distinguishing the differences in their fighting styles. One was strong, defensive, and slow to attack.

The other was quick to attack, good at evading, but lacked strength.

Of course, when it comes to the “slow in attacking” and “lack of strength”, it’s all relative. If an average muscular man were to be hit by Brother Lanxi’s hand chop, he would probably be done for.

After two or three minutes, the two men gradually stopped fighting.

Brother Lanxi, with his bright red palm, wiped off the sweat from his forehead and muttered under his breath, “Your skin is truly thick, you silly bear…”

“Hee hee hee hee…”

In a smug way, Brother Moses laughed, his tight clothes already ripped apart, leaving him in just grey underwear.

His bulging muscles looked like a fortress, giving people a sense of pressure. In stature and size, Moses could even compare with those steroid-pumped bodybuilders Casio knew in his previous life.

Now, he was flaunting his physique like a bodybuilder, posing in a way that showcased his muscle definition. His upper body was shaped like an inverted triangle, extremely broad. However, the muscles were slightly red.

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Red palm prints could be seen all over his body.

Moses turned his head and made eye contact with Casio beside him. He raised an eyebrow, changing his pose to resemble that of a gorilla.

Casio shook his head slightly, amused. This Brother Moses is really something, a bit too fond of his muscles.

“Junior Brother, why don’t you give it a try?” Brother Lanxi suggested as he left the arena,

“Let’s give it a try, then.” Casio didn’t decline, for he was itching to fight such a big guy like Brother Moses.

“Great!” Moses on the arena gave a thumbs up.

Casio took off his outer clothing, not wanting to ruin the coat that signified his core disciple status. He was wearing a white tank underneath, revealing his big, refined muscles.

Seeing this, Moses visibly brightened

“Nice muscles! I can’t wait.”

Casio hopped onto the platform and walked over to a corner. Firstly, he began with courteous greetings and then assumed a stable fighting stance.

“Please.”

“Careful!” Moses warned with a smile, deciding to forego his defense and take the initiative to test his junior brother.

From below the platform, Lanxi looked with interest.

Boom! The ground shook as Moses launched his body forward, like a wild bear, transformed into a large dark shadow pouncing towards him.

An excitement arose in Casio’s eyes; he forcefully took a step forward, driving his most basic and robust straight fist forward.

Crash! In mid-air, the two powerful fists collided, their bone structure making a muffled sound. The power transferred into each other’s bodies caused the muscles on both arms to ripple and tremble.

“Great!” Moses laughed loudly, his left hand transforming into a dark shadow that pressed down aggressively, like a terrifying python pouncing on its prey.

Casio’s arm shot out like a spring, cutting through the air, creating a “whoosh” sound.

Crash! Head-on collision, once again.

Both men had their feet firmly planted on the platform, not giving up their momentum, appearing as if they wanted to battle out an intense showdown with one punch after another.

Boom, boom, boom, boom…

A series of stacked hitting sounds followed, Casio’s hands were like cannons, firing a barrage of punches of varying techniques, rapidly attacking. Moses was defensive, protecting the vital areas of his body, occasionally throwing powerful punches.

Whoosh! An arm shot out, viciously striking towards the joints.

Moses retaliated with a backhand slap, diverting the blow. Immediately after, he threw his whole body into a body collision, lowering his center of gravity.

Casio quickly stepped aside, avoiding Moses’s charge and getting to his side. Through a force from his waist abdomen, meeting his arm, a fierce hand chop was delivered.

With a pop, it hit Brother Moses’s muscles.

Moses grunted and reciprocated with a punch. Casio met it with a punch of his own, his arm slipped back slightly after the impact.

The two men tangled and fought a few more times. Lanxi, who was watching from the side, nodded subtly. His two junior brothers were going all out, one offensively, the other defensively. Casio leaned towards initiating attacks to seize opportunities.

Moses, on the other hand, preferred defense, waiting for his enemy to show vulnerabilities.

Apart from their battle styles, Lanxi could also see a rough estimation of Casio’s strength. It’s probably close to the limit of the first level of the Secret Martial Art of the Wind Elephant.

This was similar to Moses’s and his own, around the bottleneck period.

There was still a gap between them and the elder brother and elder sister, who had reached the second level of the Secret Martial Art of the Wind Elephant. They were on the same level with most of the elders and naturally a notch higher.

On the platform, the two towering figures suddenly staggered back.

Casio exhaled a deep sigh of stale breath. His arms were a little numb and shaky. Brother Moses was indeed very strong.

Every punch felt like a bomb striking him!

On the other side, Moses was equally amazed.

His strength was naturally higher by several notches than others. During a fight, he would usually defend and then overpower with his strength

But his junior brother had managed to hold against him not less than five times of his powerful punches! Although he could feel that Casio’s strength was weaker than his, it was a lot more robust than those at the same level.

The difference was by just one or two notches.

Bear in mind that Brother Lanxi would never dare to trade blows with him. Even Sister Two, who had reached the second level of the Secret Martial Art of the Wind Elephant, was just barely on par with his strength. Although Sister Two’s strength lies elsewhere, this revealed a lot of things already.

“Junior Brother, your punches are really strong…” Moses grinned as he rubbed his muscles. The inflamed and swollen areas were where Casio’s fists had hit.

Compared to Lanxi’s sissy hand chops, Casio’s punches were much more powerful, which Moses felt too.

“Brother, your strength is also very impressive.”

Casio raised his crimson fists.

“Not bad, quite impressive.” An unfamiliar voice suddenly came from afar. Casio turned to look, seeing a young man with white hair walking out from the hall on the ground floor.

His physique was above average, not the muscular type. He had a plain, non-descript face. The only unique thing was his peaceful demeanor, unhurried and confident, exuding a peculiar scholarly charm.

It was odd to see a martial artist possessing such a refined air.