I'm already bleeding from my face and blood from my nose!

I wasn't just on the defensive, and I tried to counter with punches, several of which also landed in the face. But this guy seems to be crazy! He didn't even dodge the defense, my fist hit him in the face, he turned his head sideways at most, and then turned his face and continued to fight me! We were like two kangaroos, constantly swinging our fists at each other's heads and chests and other vital points. But my disadvantage is that my fist is injured, and I have suffered a lot of blows before, and my strength has been much smaller, although I also hit Brother Feihu's face bruised and swollen a few times, but he didn't care!

He's venting at all!

Soon, I felt that my punches were already weak, and I received a few blows to my shoulder, which affected my arm strength very much! At the same time, the blood obscured my vision, and I even missed a few punches, and I had received many blows on my body before I knew it.

I have to admit that compared to the resistance to hitting, I am obviously much worse than Brother Flying Tiger!

And Brother Feihu didn't even hit me with an iron sand palm again! At such a close distance, my combat power has been reduced to a minimum, if he uses the iron sand palm to hit my chest hard at this time, then I may definitely be hit hard! But he didn't, just slammed his fist on me!

The thugs watching the battle downstairs were simply crazy! They shouted excitedly, and countless people pointed at me and shouted:

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Brother Flying Tiger, kill him! Kill this kid!"

"Break his neck!"

"Severed his limbs ......"

These sounds from the outside world have been somewhat distorted into my ears, I can only hear some sounds vaguely, my eyes have been a little dilated, my vision is blocked by blood, I tried to wipe my face a few times, but the blood still flowed!

To be exact, I've never met such a powerful character!

But Zhao Long is Zhao Long after all, and even in this case, I still have no intention of losing.

I'm going to fight back, I'm going to pull myself together.

In the face of the arrogance and savagery of these villains, and in the face of Brother Flying Tiger's extraordinary strength, I can only fight hard.

I wasted no time in glancing downstairs, a large area of black pressing, all moving stupidly. And the green leaves were a little red, and the three women in costumes, who were already nervous, were shouting at me with all their might, and their voices were about to burst.

It's really embarrassing for them, and they are the only ones who take care of me Zhao Long so much, even in this situation.

To be precise, I am already exhausted, and it is really difficult for me to turn defeat into victory at this time. But I have no other choice, I don't want to add the word failure to the word in my life, it will be a shame for my life.

What's more, the person standing in front of me today is nothing more than an underworld boss!

What qualifies him to beat me? What qualifies him?

Next, I began to wait for work, and I was not in a hurry to go head-to-head with Brother Flying Tiger. It wasn't until I regained some strength and spirit that I began to rivet myself and start preparing for the big counterattack after the storm.

I've never believed in a desperate situation, especially in the arena.

Therefore, no matter how strong my opponent is, I will never give in easily, because of my character.

Maybe Brother Feihu noticed something unusual, and during the hand-to-hand combat, he suddenly opened his mouth and whispered to me: "Boy, it doesn't hurt you to lose to me." ”

I was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Brother Feihu meant.

Could it be a psychological tactic?

But I don't think so. I even feel that Brother Feihu's words seem to contain some hints

But I still have a ridiculous title for Brother Feihu's words. I scolded in my heart: If you are defeated, there will be no harm, the ghost will believe it!

I perked myself up and didn't pay any further attention to the meaning of his words, but continued to attack him fiercely.

My strength recovered very quickly, and my energy had been completely revived in the process of waiting for work.

In fact, everything is going in a direction that I could not have predicted

I wouldn't have thought that all of this was just one

A special chess game.

To be precise, the duel between me and Brother Feihu on the roof of the building attracted many pedestrians to stop and watch, and even more, several reporters came to hear the news and were about to follow up and report with a video interview, but they were severely blown away by Brother Zhou and others.

At this time, the battle between us has lasted for nearly half an hour.

This should be a long duel for me. I didn't expect that in society, there would be someone as skilled as Brother Feihu.

Am I underestimating the enemy, or is the opponent really too strong?

I don't believe in this evil, even though I'm covered in wounds now. But those injuries can only be regarded as skin injuries to me.

In fact, such a long battle has consumed a lot of my physical strength, and although I have recovered a little after waiting for so long, Brother Flying Tiger is too fierce to use many of my methods.

It's just that I have a prominent feature in fighting, that is, I am strong when I am strong!

I felt the energy in my body climb dramatically.

Moreover, I can also clearly see that Brother Flying Tiger has been fighting for so long, and he also looks a little tired. He's not an iron man after all, and he's tired.

I pulled myself together and aggressively took a defensive stance, but Brother Flying Tiger still attacked me like a tiger coming down the mountain. I dare to believe that Brother Flying Tiger is like a cruel gladiator, and every move and every move seems to want to kill people.

But how did he know that the person who fought against him was actually much stronger than he imagined.

He may have been a little underwhelmed, and his shot was nowhere near as swift as before, but I seemed to have seized the opportunity and was ready to counterattack.

Brother Flying Tiger didn't seem to see my intentions, because I began to feign weakness, and even deliberately let him hit a few punches and kicks, to be exact, those punches and kicks no longer seemed painful to me. Because the guarded are beaten, both mentally and physically, there is a buffer.

This lasted for more than a dozen rounds, and the cries downstairs were already overwhelming, whether it was Fu Shikun, or Brother Zhou's bald head and several other prestigious leaders, or the black-pressed villains who couldn't see the edge at a glance, they all began to shout slogans to cheer for Brother Feihu. Brother Flying Tiger's morale doubled, and the attack began to seem impatient, his iron sand palm was really powerful, and every slashing palm carried a full wind sound, which could split the air at once. Look at the momentum of his shot, splitting bricks and stones, absolutely no problem.

And the tactic I chose was still a feint. To deal with this kind of person, just use this way, slowly consume his vigilance, and then counterattack in one fell swoop.

Finally, after three or five more rounds, I found my chance.

After all, the rooftop battle is not a ring. The ring usually has a rope, but not on the roof. There is nothing on the roof except for these dozens of square meters of space, there is no guardrail, and there will be no ropes.

In this case, if you are knocked out of the ring, the consequences can be imagined. Although it is only the second floor, if you jump from the roof normally, it may not be a big problem, but if you are punched out of the roof by your opponent and fall, or you fall down with a kick, you will definitely be killed or injured.

So, in the face of repeated defeats, I chose to take a risk.

Under the continuous attack of Brother Flying Tiger, I pretended that I couldn't handle it, and then was forced to retreat to the edge of the building.

My intention was to pretend to fall down the stairs, then grab a corner of the roof and roll over with lightning speed to catch him off guard.

But my calculations still fell short!

I don't know what Brother Feihu is doing, when I retreated to less than half a meter away from the corner of the building, Brother Feihu suddenly stopped attacking, took the initiative to take a few steps back, gave up a little space, and reminded me: "Boy, look where you stepped on, don't fall to your death, that's not fun!"

I was stunned. I would never have thought that this Flying Tiger brother still had some pity, although this pity may have some reasons that make people confused.

He probably wanted to torture me for a longer time and continue to experience the sense of accomplishment of a winner, so he didn't want me to fall off the roof.

This strategy no longer works, and it seems that I can only think of other ways.

I took a few steps forward, staring at Brother Flying Tiger in front of me, and felt a little special worry in my heart.

But I still won't back down. Even though it was a very special battle, and despite the fact that hundreds of wolves saw me as their prey, I could not escape the attack of the wolves, whether I won or lost.

However, having chosen this path, I have fully prepared for anything. I have no way back.

The battle continued, and Brother Flying Tiger's punches and kicks were still quite fierce, but he seemed to have begun to change his offensive and defensive strategies, and even tried to adopt a close-to-hand combat method.

A flash of thought popped into my mind.

Since he is so desperate to fight me, then I will fulfill him!

I deliberately sold a flaw to get him closer. He didn't have any scruples, and I responded flexibly with the use of lethal weapons such as knees and elbows, and while he was unprepared, I threw a right fist into his chest.

Maybe Brother Flying Tiger felt that my fist was so close to him that it wouldn't be lethal, so he didn't make any defenses. I clenched my fists, riveted my strength, and threw a quick punch into his chest.

When Brother Feihu felt the power of this punch, it was already a little too late, his originally gentle and drizzly face, suddenly there were words of wonder and pain, he staggered back a step, looked at me in amazement, and couldn't help but say a word of astonishment in his mouth: You will punch an inch?

The success of this punch made me inevitably a little secretly happy. I also chimed in: There is something more powerful than this, do you want to try it?