Yang Shuo's words kept echoing in the empty gym, like a magic sound emitting a piercing note.

"Oh?" The two hanging eyebrows on the snake's face were slightly bent and raised at an angle, both as a reminder and as a joke to the brute tiger: "The Lord is here, you have to greet him, and I will cheer you on the side, okay?"

"Good!" the tiger laughed wildly, pinching the knuckles of his fist so loudly that several fitness instructors in the corner shivered as he secretly wondered how strong the giant-like man really was in terms of strength.

Yang Shuo walked to a position ten steps away from the brute tiger with a gloomy face and stopped, seeing the outside of the brute tiger's physique, he was also slightly stunned, if Yu Lei's body size was a medium-sized off-road vehicle, then the man in front of him could be said to be a heavy truck.

"It was my friend who was injured by you, and I can't sit idly by when my friend is in trouble. Yang Shuo also began to move the joints around his body to awaken the muscle memory that had been sleeping for a few days. The close-fitting soft armor and the handguards outside the palm gave him a greater sense of security, which was the biggest reliance for Yang Shuo to dare to come to the Raptors gym alone.

After all, the opponent is not a ruffian in the market, but a practitioner with the title of "martial artist", which cannot be viewed from the perspective of ordinary people, especially this kind of bounty warrior for the purpose of earning remuneration, and the experience of fighting is not abundant.

"He's not tall, but he's quite bold. The brute tiger stretched out his right hand and gave a thumbs up, as if in praise, and then slammed the thumb down, and said, "But this is useless, you will still be killed by me!"

After saying this, the brute tiger launched an offensive, the huge figure did not affect the movement speed of the body, and the distance that ordinary people could walk in about ten steps was jumped by the brute tiger in the blink of an eye, and the two thick giant hands were like vices that slammed together, and they were about to jam Yang Shuo's neck.

Yang Shuo didn't have the confidence to be able to resist left and right with his hands, so he could only improvisate to sink the center of gravity of his body, and his left leg gathered to sweep the tiger down the plate.

"Hmph, it's just a grasshopper shaking the tree's crop handle!" The brute tiger knew that Yang Shuo was sweeping his legs, but he did not dodge and retreat, but stabilized his lower body a little, and he was already trained in iron hands and copper legs, and he was not afraid of any physical collision.

"Smack!"

After a muffled sound, the tiger's entire body tilted suddenly, and the pain he had never felt before swept through his body, and at the same time, he fell to the ground with a bang because of the unstable center of gravity.

"!" The brute tiger had forgotten how long it had been since he had felt so humiliated, and in anger, the brute tiger jumped up from the ground, turned his fist into a claw, and grabbed Yang Shuo again.

Yang Shuo retreated as an attack, dodging the wall behind him, while waiting for an opportunity to find a flaw. It's a pity that the attack of the brute tiger was like a tide, and the two iron claws were wrapped around the space within half a meter in front of him, making Yang Shuo powerless to fight back.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Yang Shuo dodged back again, dodging the two grasps of the brute tiger's left and right hands, but he looked at the white wall with some fear as he was scratched by the brute tiger, and his heart palpitated.

On the leather stool not far away, a poisonous snake who was watching the play in a leisurely and elegant manner also saw that the brute tiger was angry, and even used the tiger claw skill to watch the house, and there was a kind of determination not to die.

"The tiger's butt can't be touched, let alone a tiger in the year of fighting. This kid has a hard time. The poisonous snake seems to have seen Yang Shuo's ending, either his head was broken or torn in half, in short, it was a dead word.

At that moment, the poisonous snake no longer focused on the brute tiger, but picked up the mobile phone, ready to send a message to the gold owner, and collected the balance after the deposit.

"It's a matter here, please transfer the remaining balance as soon as possible. "No sooner had the viper had edited the message, and before it could be sent, he heard a deafening roar of pain.

"Dare to hurt me, suffer death!"

The poisonous snake looked at it intently, and found that there was blood on the head of the brute tiger, and he couldn't help but exclaim for a while, this brutal tiger who was practicing was actually injured.

The poisonous snake put away his mobile phone and did not send the message, but watched intently as the fierce fight between the brute tiger and Yang Shuo began.

At some point, Yang Shuo had an extra thick barbell rod in his hand, which he probably picked up from the scattered gym equipment when dodging the tiger's claws.

"Yo, do you know how to use weapons?" The poisonous snake sneered and shouted softly at the brute tiger: "Brute Tiger, people have started to dance with knives and sticks, are you afraid?"

The viper's tone was unhurried, without a trace of panic, but as if he was sneering, stirring the tiger's nerves.

Yang Shuo, who lacked skills, gradually struggled, and the opponent did an orderly job at both ends of the amplifier, and he just happened to encounter a brute tiger distraction, and the blind cat ran into a dead mouse.

"His attack speed is so fast that I can't keep up, and I have to find a way to slow him down so I can take advantage of it. Yang Shuo gasped and took advantage of the moment when the brute tiger and the poisonous snake were talking, calmly analyzed the current battle situation, and could only come up with such a countermeasure.

However, how can we slow down the brute tiger? The posture between the advance and retreat of the brute tiger and the attack is obviously not a random posture of street fighting, and every move and attack are carried with the routine of traditional martial arts.

Yang Shuo has never seen a pig run, but he has still eaten pork, and in Mr. Jin's novels and remakes of TV series and movies, there are external exercises similar to those of masters.

At that moment, the brute tiger slammed his left palm and shook back Yang Shuo's sweep, inhaling sharply like a cow's drink, and the right claw that was originally bent on his waist grabbed Yang Shuo's chest, and the speed was so fast that Yang Shuo could not see the direction of the shot.

"Bang dang!" Yang Shuo's barbell bar on his chest, along with Yang Shuo himself, was pushed a few meters away, and the back of the whole person hit a wall behind him.

There was no way back, Yang Shuo's eyes were a little flustered, if he couldn't come up with a solution to the urgent situation, he might be torn apart by the giant-like tiger.

The huge figure of the brute tiger directly blocked Yang Shuo's front, cutting off the only way out, and immediately raised his head and laughed, and he retracted his claws wantonly and said, "Why are you running away? Why are you standing there like a plague chicken, what is the momentum just now?"

"Isn't there no way out?" Yang Shuo seemed to be a little resigned, so he simply closed his eyes and his hands hung down naturally, as if he had given up struggling.

"Hahaha... What a bullshit helper, though. The brute tiger's eyes widened angrily, and he slammed forward with a single claw under his feet, grabbing Yang Shuo's neck.

"A single tiger out of the hole!"

The venomous snake not far away exclaimed, and immediately blurted out the name of the move of the brute tiger, and a trace of strange color flashed in his eyes.