A Journey Through the Worlds of Film and Television.

Chapter 778 Baliming

"This man is proficient in hundreds of martial arts and can perform any of them with ease. His skills have already reached a level that ordinary people can hardly imagine. Although I don't know how deep your skills are, you are probably not his opponent."

In his words, Liao Junhua praised the master he was about to meet highly, even with respect and admiration.

When the car arrived at a heavily guarded prison, Liao Junhua called the warden and said, "Lao Zhang, we are here to see the old man. Is he asleep now?"

"No, he practices at this time every day. The iron chain that was replaced for him not long ago, which was as thick as his arm, broke again, so he asked us to replace it with a new one. This old man lives very comfortably in there. Both the prisoners and us prison guards are very respectful to him. In fact, many prisoners who have been out of prison for a long time will come to visit him with gifts."

As he spoke, the warden led the two men through the big iron gate and barbed wire and came to the outside of a cell.

As soon as I arrived near the cell, I heard a series of stomping sounds coming from inside, and the ground nearby was shaking like an earthquake.

Even before he entered the cell, Lu Cheng could already imagine the scene inside the cell at the moment. There must be a person with extremely strong energy and blood practicing boxing inside. The wind from his fists stirred the air and hit the walls of the cell, like waves hitting the rocks on the shore, making a crackling sound.

Lu Cheng was not in a hurry. He just stood outside the cell, listening to the movements inside. Relying on his subtle perception, he judged the violent force brought by the opponent's every step and punch.

Breaking through the void, one can see God. The deeper one practices in this realm, the sharper Lu Cheng's perception becomes. He can feel things that ordinary people cannot feel through the surrounding sounds and air fluctuations.

Even though there was a wall between them, Lu Cheng seemed to have the ability to see through the wall and could sense every move of the person opposite him.

After a long while, the noise inside finally stopped and the surroundings immediately became quiet. Two armed prison guards opened the cell door and let Liao Junhua and others in.

After entering the cell, I saw a man with a strong physique and blood as hot as a furnace and volcano, sitting on a cement bed.

Most prisoners were bald, but this man had thick, black hair that was half a foot long. His hair moved up and down with his breathing. When it was down, it looked soft and smooth, and when it stood up, it looked like steel needles.

Thirty years ago, this man was a very powerful figure. Now he is in his fifties or sixties, but he does not look old at all. If it were not for his thick beard and hair, he would look like a young man in his thirties.

The most eye-catching thing was the iron shackles on his hands and feet. The iron rings of the shackles were as thick as eggs, and the iron chains on his feet and hands were three or four meters long, tied around his waist like a rope, weighing at least three or four hundred kilograms.

On each of his feet, he was dragging a shot put larger than a basketball.

The combined weight of several hundred kilograms seemed as light as a feather on him and did not affect his movements at all.

He was wearing huge steel shackles, his hair and beard were like steel needles, he was as undulating as a tiger, and he had a turtle-like shape and a crane back. He looked like a barbarian warrior from ancient times. Even if he was just sitting there quietly, he could make people's hearts sway and they dared not look directly at him.

There was a shelf next to his bed, on which were placed glass jars filled with medicinal liquor. Some jars contained whole cobras, some contained huge tiger bones, and others were made from various precious medicinal herbs.

This shelf of medicinal liquor alone is a fortune. This also shows how carefree and comfortable this person is in prison.

In the middle of the room, there was a half-person-deep pit on the reinforced concrete ground. The soil in the pit was as smooth as a mirror and even had a metallic luster.

Lu Cheng could tell at a glance that this huge pit, half a person's depth, was obviously stomped out by someone.

While Lu Cheng was observing the surroundings, the man opened his eyes and glanced at Liao Junhua: "Liao boy, why do you come to see me in the middle of the night? I have been in this prison for three or four years. I eat well and live well. I will not let you go out easily. Could it be that you really found someone who can take ten of my punches?"

It would have been fine if this person didn't speak, but when he spoke his voice was like thunder, and the sound echoed back and forth in this small space, shocking the warden who was following Liao Junhua so much that he couldn't help but cover his ears.

Liao Junhua also quickly spoke up: "Old man, we have a deal. If I can find someone who can take ten of your punches, you will come out with me."

The man laughed when he heard this, and then looked at Lu Cheng: "Are you talking about the person next to you?"

However, when he saw Lu Cheng, he immediately stood up, the chains on his body rattling, the two lead balls on his feet rolling back and forth, and he became excited: "His skin is like a newborn baby, his eyes are full of light, and his aura is round and flawless. I almost misjudged him. He is indeed a master! Hahahaha, I, Baliming, have waited for thirty years and finally got a decent opponent! I hope you won't let me down!"

As he spoke, Baliming had already made a move. He swung his hands, and the iron chains wrapped around his body instantly straightened, like a big spear, and instantly stabbed towards Lu Cheng's throat. The burst of momentum seemed to throw a mountain towards Lu Cheng.

The momentum that erupted at this moment was like the collapse of Mount Tai and the rolling of the East China Sea, and there was also an extremely fanatical spirit in the boxing.

Even Lu Cheng had to take him seriously. This man was indeed the strongest master he had ever met. Even Tang Zichen, who had entered the realm of Gangjin, could hardly burst out with such powerful momentum.

At that moment, Lu Cheng's whole body burst out with momentum, like a black tortoise standing still like a mountain, like a blue dragon rushing out of the sea. He suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed the big iron chain on his arm. With a burst of hidden strength, the big iron chain broke immediately. Another piece of the broken chain flew out like a cannonball, hitting the thick concrete floor directly and embedding deeply into the ground.

Liao Junhua, who was at the back, noticed something was wrong and immediately pulled the warden backwards and jumped out of the cell.

A flying stone on the ground brushed past the warden's ear. The strong wind it created made the warden think that a bullet was flying by. He couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body and was terrified.

After the iron chain broke, Baliming immediately waved the two broken chains, as if he was holding a big steel whip with his arms, and rushed towards Lu Cheng with a violent attack.

Faced with such a violent and fierce attack, Lu Cheng stomped his right foot downwards, and the floor of the entire cell sank slightly. Then Lu Cheng threw out with both fists, using the most common move of Hung Gar, Double Dragons Coming Out to the Sea, and struck at Baliming's upper body.

"Bang" the big iron chain on the arm collided with Lu Cheng's fists, like a big hammer hitting the iron on the anvil, making a loud sound of metal clashing.

Baliming originally thought that the other party would dodge, but he didn't expect that the other party would come directly towards him and use more powerful moves.

At this moment, Baliming instinctively felt that the person in front of him was not a person, but an ancient beast, rushing towards him...