While Eaton was thinking this, Griffith had already stepped on a fine broken step, and once again deceived himself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This time, Eaton was visibly more cautious, and Griffith's knife changed trajectory several times, but he blocked it with one hand. Taking advantage of his height, he landed on one foot and waved the other like a pencil in the air, enveloping his opponent entirely.

Griffiths half-clenched his left fist from the bottom up, and the two sides touched each other before stepping away again.

After a momentary pause, the two figures, one large and one small, collided together again, the fine fist wind and leg shadows erupted in a very small gap, and the raindrop-like beating sound was dense and compact, like a drum beat in people's hearts.

Eaton taps to the ground with one foot, using his hands and feet like a ballet dancer, creating a myriad of dangerously deadly curves in the air.

Griffith, on the other hand, made a knife in his hand, slashing at a lightning-fast pace of attack, occasionally exchanging blows with Eaton.

The two men who were fighting were like a giant spinning top spinning around the entire bar at high speed, and they hit the bar from the center of the bar to the bar, from the bar to the corner, and back again, everything that stood in the way or was touched, whether it was a wine glass, a wooden chair or a table, was broken or cut into two clean pieces.

Griffith spun around Eaton, and the other man slashed at him, and he leaned sideways. The attack missed, and Eaton slashed the marble table of the bar with one kick, then retracted his stance, one foot on the ground, and the other was tilted in mid-air like an ostrich, slightly leaning against the bar - 'two-way waterfowl fist'.

After some distance, Griffith turned to face Eaton, and the opponent's defense was cautious and decisive, almost like an egg without a seam, making it difficult for him to start.

Eton laughed twice, after this period of activity and buffering, his left arm, which had been temporarily sealed off from blood, was already showing signs of recovery. Griffith's 'Pulse Interception' didn't get to the point after all, which is obviously good news for Eaton.

The fact is just as Eaton imagined, as long as he cheers up and gets serious, there is nothing he can do with the person in front of him.

At this time, the bar was in shambles, with broken tables, benches, drinks, and glasses scattered everywhere. The customers in the bar gathered in groups and watched the fight between the two with full attention. Each of them consciously closed their mouths and made way for space.

Griffith and Eaton's fighting style is too high-end for ordinary people, they belong to the perfect form of strength and skill beyond imagination, in front of them, hard wood, glass and even steel are extremely fragile, and the physical defense of normal people is even more unbearable.

In fact, among the Miao Miao people in the Oriental Jazz Bar tonight, there are not many people who can distinguish this powerful and perfect power in terms of knowledge, and Dimirenko, a little giant in the boxing world who has been fighting all year round, is counted as one, and the bar owner is counted as half.

But the clearer some things are, the more we understand their horror.

People who don't understand the charm of this feel that the fight between Griffith and the two is very exciting, and they can split the table and chair with one hand and one foot, which looks very interesting and enjoyable.

And people like Dimirenko and the bar owner can put themselves in the shoes of the moves, feel the killing intent and determination, and intuitively understand how much the gap between themselves and the other party is.

Therefore, as soon as Griffith made a move, Dimirenko, who had been clamoring to clean up for Eton, and the unhappy bar owner immediately shut up, they were also self-aware people, although they both had their own small circles, and they had some reputation in their own circles. But in the face of the real strong, they have that awe and self-knowledge.

The wall clock struck the wall seven times, and it was already seven o'clock in the morning.

Griffith thought about what was going on over there at Queen Lake in Europe, and finally realized that it was not too early.

He was so immersed in the realization of the 'Pulse Interception Fist' that he had almost forgotten the time. 'Pulse Interception Fist' is a martial art that he has organized according to his memory, and he has just recently sorted it out, so he can't practice it much.

In this battle with Eaton, Griffith found that the opponent's physical condition and experience accumulation are very conducive to experiencing the 'pulse interception fist' as a live target, which is a rare opportunity.

Seeing that Griffith, who was happy to hunt his heart, immediately extinguished the idea of crushing his opponent, and began to simply use the unfamiliar 'pulse interception fist' to feed Eton, hoping to improve his understanding of boxing techniques in this move, and the result was really a little gain.

Although the 'Pulse Interception Fist' is powerful, it can burst about 1.5 times the damage of a single body. But Griffiths has been practicing this punch for too short a time, is at an introductory level, and lacks strain and understanding. Under the deliberate suppression, there was a scene of Eaton and the two beating each other to a stalemate.

"You have this ability at a young age, and to be honest, I appreciate you.

However, appreciate and appreciate, I am not prepared to indulge you in the matter of collecting money to take revenge on behalf of others, and you have no hope of winning against me.

Your moves, though subtle, are better than the unexpected and the little known.

I've been fighting for so long, and I'm generally familiar with your moves, so let me tell you, I've seen through you, but you can't beat me...... I won the farce. ”

Eaton straightened his feet, lifted them above his head, and lowered them little by little. His expression was firm and calm, as if he was sighing:

"No chance of winning......

You're too short......"

The first half of the sentence is for the opponent, and the second half is for the self-talk. It's too short, and Eaton has repeated it many times tonight, and it is actually Miss Rhine's assessment of Eaton when he was younger, so Griffith doesn't understand the charm and emotion contained in it.

A person's size has a profound impact on the person's martial arts, as Eton said, if the body is too small, there is little room for growth, and it is difficult to make achievements.

But Griffith's skills are still far from reaching that bottleneck, so when Eaton remembers that he is short, he sighs at the loss and sighs that the other man's head has gone off.

Seeing Eaton chattering like an ostrich, Griffith was in no mood to play around, and the changeable and moody Karma Beast nodded his head haughtily, agreeing that the farce should end.

The farce ended, hurried and short, and Griffith looked at the time and remembered the text message from the male master of the temple. He was determined to take care of Eton as quickly as possible and fly to Europe as quickly as possible, and he had a hunch that there should really be some important things to deal with over there.

'It's all over, gnome, time is on my side, my body is recovering, you do have the capital to be proud to be able to hurt me like this.

But I really can't bear to tell you that I have also practiced a martial art that is more powerful than the two-way water bird, the Death Water Bird, and I just need to use this punch to dazzle you...... ...... the farce is over, the gnomes ......'

The battle had just heated up, and Eaton released the victory speech from above, but he didn't know how desperate Griffith would make people when he got serious.

Griffith raised an expression from the tip of his eyebrows, he needed to shut up the noisy voice.

Behind the thin figure, stood the little giant Dimirenko, the new star of the underground boxing world was supposed to sneak attack the dwarf to curry favor with the agent and investor Eaton, but this much-anticipated muscular hunk, the bloody little giant finally shrank shamefully. The momentum accumulated in the thin figure of the other party made him tremble, and the feeling of suffocation and the instinctive sense of crisis in his body as if facing a prehistoric monster made his hand holding the dagger at his waist tremble.

Then he saw the dwarf move, at a speed completely unimaginable.

As if it was a ray of light, the helmeted dwarf stepped out, and the next second, it crossed the space and stepped on Eton's belly.

The time was so short, Griffith's movements seemed to be ten times faster, so that Eton's smug expression still remained on his face, and the soles of Griffith's feet had sunk deep into his belly.

The helmeted causal beast is in its pocket with one hand and lifts its feet. After a brief confrontation, Eaton was 'bounced' off.

The tables and chairs of the bar were knocked open in a straight line by Eaton, who was rolling out, and the tall and thin man was kicked open, like a leather ball, grunting through the open space and sticking to the wall 'bia'.

Griffith's kick was so powerful that it was so strong that Eaton stuck to the wall in a large font for two seconds before sliding down.

"You're talking too much nonsense."

Slowly retracting the soles of his feet, Griffith smiled and said lightly, he really didn't like men who talked a lot.

Pulling his palm out of the black leather glove, Griffith casually threw it away, moving his wrist as he walked:

"Joseph Eaton, the eldest son of Viscount Joseph Wall, died at the age of 27, who participated in the North Vietnamese self-defense counterattack three times, and served for three years as a squad leader in the Steel Knife Squad of the 7th Brigade of the 3rd Division of the Red Wolf Regiment, during which time he killed 106 people......

He is now the chairman of the board of directors of the Wall Twin Buildings Group under the name of Viscount Joseph Wall and the underground boxing in 36 surrounding regions, and out of interest, he is part-time Mr. Dimirenko's agent......"

As he walked, he spoke, counting Eton's life and past like a judge in a courtroom, and Griffith's voice was calm and majestic. At a distance of six or seven meters, under his slow and calm pace, he walked for quite a long time.

He said as he walked along the route that had been knocked out by Eton, his expression was not sad or joyful, even with a certain stiff and old-fashioned meanness.