Abin's offensive fist is getting slower and slower, and the pace of Wang Tanzhi's feet is getting more and more chaotic, and the two of them have become the end of the strong crossbow almost at the same time, at this time, what can determine the victory or defeat of the two is absolutely not any skill and innate talent, but in willpower.

Only those who endure until the last moment are the real winners.

Liu Ameng only felt that his heartbeat was slowly accelerating with this white-hot deathmatch, and he could imagine what kind of pressure Wang Tanzhi and Abin's bodies were under at this moment, so he had a kind of admiration for the two of them.

And he just watched this battle, and didn't interfere in the slightest, he didn't want to ruin all this, and the two opponents in this chess game definitely didn't want anyone else to get involved.

There was another frightening head-on blow, although Wang Tanzhi's body was already a little crumbling, but he still blocked it with difficulty, and then swung out his fist and hit Ah Bin hard, but at this time, this punch with all his strength gave people a very complete feeling of powerlessness.

But for Abin, who has long been regarded as the end of the crossbow, this punch may be the last straw that crushes the camel.

Liu Ameng looked at Abin's frozen body in the air, he knew very well that Abin had also reached the limit, although this duel had come to an end, but at this moment, this duel had just begun.

Wang Tanzhi gently withdrew his fist, it was not that he didn't want to pursue, but now his body did not allow him to make any more strenuous movements, this feeling from the collapse of his body to stillness made him a little dizzy, and his feet were extremely unstable, he didn't even know that he was still standing at the moment.

And although he couldn't control his fists, his arms, and his legs, Wang Tanzhi still stared at Abin in front of him with bloody eyes, and he would not pass on any weakness to his opponent through his eyes, because it would be fatal for any fighter, even though his body had completely betrayed him at the moment.

He didn't expect that a young man could force him to this point, what is the reality, that is, even if the guy in front of him who was punched in the cheek would fall down the next moment, he would lose, because Wang Tanzhi at this moment could no longer retreat, even if he was given more respite, he would not be able to defeat Liu Ameng again.

But these thoughts are all Wang Tanzhi's concern at the moment, what he cares about is whether Abin in front of him will fall, for a Deadpool, this may be all the meaning of his life.

Let the opponent fall, keep letting his opponent fall, this can make him stronger, strong enough to satisfy all his desires, and the man in front of him who keeps gasping at this moment is his biggest enemy.

Being punched head-on by Wang Tanzhi, Abin only felt a burst of tinnitus, he knew very well that he must not stop, because as long as he straightened up when his body was facing collapse at the moment, it would be difficult to move again, but although his mind was full of such an idea.

The body has long become a static picture, but the things in his brain are changing rapidly, and one picture after another seems to be flooding into his mind.

It was as if thousands of people had walked by him in an instant, but not a single one was left behind, and a huge feeling of emptiness and loneliness slowly swallowed him, plunging him into that terrifying abyss.

When a person is staring into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at himself, and Abin, just let his body be devoured by the devil called pain, and then vomit not even a scum.

Blow after blow, suffering one after another, for him, the mental torture is the greatest, in the past two years, even with this moment, he has not slept well for a day, because as long as he closes his eyes, it is countless nightmares.

It was as if a hole had been dug in his heart, and that huge heart-scratching feeling made him desperately want to find something to fill, but in the end it was to no avail.

The memory goes back to the original starting point, when the Xiaoxing'an Mountains were covered with snow, a rickety old man was a smoking gun in his hand, sitting on the dead wood pier of the weathered cracks, looking at the direction behind the mountain with deep eyes, it always seemed that this was always the case, and the young self was always curious about what that direction was, or where that direction was.

Two years later, this child, who was as simple as snow, finally knew the answer, and the person who told this child the answer was another child who was the same, the young man with resolute eyes, just on a night that was not considered a dark moon and high wind, and then got up and picked up his luggage, and said silently to Ah Bin, the place that the old man most often looked at was the capital, where there was a period of things that the old man couldn't let go.

After saying that, the boy stepped in that direction, and no matter how much the boy chased after him, he just turned his head and shook it, and then he went back, saying that he must finish what the old man had not done, no matter what the price was.

That is the day, Chen Tianshi's gangster appeared in this Jianghu, and then set off stormy waves, some people say that this gangster has already surpassed Chen Tianshi's Taoism, and some people say that this gangster has passed through the ghosts and gods, but this gangster knows better than anyone else in his heart that he is just a monkey who can't fly out of Wuzhi Mountain.

Time slowly froze, Ah Bin's eyes were slowly empty, in front of him was an old man who fell on the hospital bed and died not long ago, in those gradually cloudy eyes, Ah Bin at that time could not see the pain, or even see any regret, not even any nostalgia, he just saw a kind of concern.

The child, the lone wolf, knew very well that at the last moment, the old man was not concerned about himself who was in front of the bed, but about the thug who had left this place many years ago.

It's sad, it's not sad at all, there's a trace of pity, but it's not sympathetic at all, this is such a story, this is such a river.

After a fire a few years later, he became a lone wolf again, burdened with countless grievances, and finally entered the rivers and lakes that the gangster cherished.

And the black hand, which was the source of his nightmare, was defeated at the hands of a man covered in alcohol, and an even more terrible nightmare devoured this child, this lone wolf, that is what he dreamed of, was no longer a monstrous enemy, but the closest person, and then became a devil.

It seemed that he could not break free from that fear for the rest of his life, so he jumped into it.

If it was back then, if it was at the beginning, it was just an instant, he opened his eyes at the small wine table, Li Panruo beside him was drowsy, the fifth smiled and couldn't close his mouth, the fourth looked at this pair of living treasures with a smile, and he just stupidly looked at the bubbles that kept bubbling in the beer glass in front of him.

Everything is just a dream, I am just such a dream person, there is no child, there is no lone wolf, there is not everything he sees, there is no pain, and what can I count as what I get in the dream?

As if someone had suddenly patted him on the shoulder, Abin turned his head, and behind him was a bastard who didn't like it, but it really made him hate it.

"Take a break when you're tired, the things chasing you behind you have already stopped, and you can drink with Lao Tzu. The bastard said roughly, but Abin laughed out loud at this moment.

He turned his head, and then saw a landscape that he could not even imagine in his life.

A lot of eyes.

Finally, behind him is no longer empty, because some people have begun to rejoice and grieve for themselves!

He opened his eyes, his fists were clenched as tightly as stones, and his originally frozen body seemed to be scattered by something, and then he took the first step and walked towards Wang Tanzhi in front of him.

Wang Tanzhi looked at the winner in front of him, but his expression was not desperate, he just smiled and said with his last strength: "You have just started, you have just begun..."

The fist fell on Wang Tanzhi's body, and without even waiting for Wang Tanzhi to finish speaking, the myth of the undefeated Beicheng was ended.

The reason why he has such power may be because he is no longer a lone wolf, but a pack of wolves.

Liu Ameng finally spit out the breath that had been brewing for a long time in his heart, Abin won, but this kind of bitter victory is not a particularly joyful thing.

A Mercedes-Benz R stopped at this time, and Hejing and others in the car saw this last scene, a wolf, and the fallen Wang Tanzhi.

Perhaps the impact of this scene in front of them was too strong, so that He Jing and the others didn't know what kind of expression to show, just when they arrived, Wang Tanzhi, who was at the peak of Beicheng's martial arts, lost, and lost completely.

If this is really just a dream, then this must be a very magical dream, but if all this is a reality, then all this must be a river and lake.

"Wang Tanzhi lost..."Chuang Zi slowly spit out these words.

"Nope. He Jing shook her head slightly.

Everyone looked at this strange woman with strange eyes, and the next moment He Jing said slowly: "It's not that Wang Tanzhi lost, but that wolf won, and now I finally understand a little bit, why Li Banruo put everything on this wolf, there is a little regret, if only that bastard could see this scene, there will definitely not be a trace of sadness on his face, because he will be more excited than anyone else, because he has a clear conscience more than anyone else." ”

He Jing's words made everyone's eyes slowly retract, and then they once again turned their eyes to the young man who was the only one who did not fall, the lonely back, it seemed that there was finally no one behind him.