It's not necessarily a good thing, even though it's not injured.

Rolling sideways, barely half-squatting up, Yang Jie barely had time to think about it, so he raised his arm in front of him.

"Bang~~"

It was another fierce collision, even if his arm strength was as strong as Yang Jie's, his face couldn't help but change slightly. In front of the four people, in addition to the man with a knife and the woman with blonde hair and claws, there is actually a Muay Thai master.

"Ha~~Hey~~"

A few strange screams came out of his mouth, and the Muay Thai man with pigtails did not give up the attack because Yang Jie raised his arm to resist. Knee hits, bounce legs, roundhouse kicks, a flurry of blows, extremely fast, almost instantaneous.

"It's obviously a force within the limits of the human body, but it can make yourself have to retreat."

Yang Jie, who had just gotten up and had not had time to stand still, had a deep face, and in the face of the strong attack of the Muay Thai master, it was difficult for him to find a way to fight back.

After all, he still has to protect his face, his body is strengthened by purple fruit, but his whole head still looks fragile. If you really want to be hit in the head by the other party, the consequences are definitely not something Yang Jie can bear.

It's not like WWE or some sanda fights, it's a real fist-to-flesh fight.

Fortunately, it is impossible for this Muay Thai man to fly around in the air indefinitely, and jumping up and completing a powerful triple strike is already his limit. When Yang Jie resisted these three moves, he also landed for the first time.

After landing, both men were given a little respite.

It's just that compared with the other party, Yang Jie can fight for a shorter time, because his opponent is not only in front of him, but there are other people next to him.

"Huh~"

The sound of the wind brought by the blade came from the side of his ears, and Yang Jie had just settled down and was about to face the next round of offensive.

Swinging his arm, he threw a willow leaf flying knife, and the flying knife rotated back and turned towards the middle-aged knife-wielding man at his side. In the face of the flying knife, he was still ready to slash with a knife, just like he had just slashed poker.

"Ding~~"

It's just that this time, the middle-aged man miscalculated, if Yang Jie's flying knife would be so easy to catch, then he would lose more than his own face, and his ruthless face would be lost by him.

It was just a momentary collision, and the middle-aged man who was stepping on the clogs couldn't help but stop, and his body suddenly leaned back, as if the knife was not cut on the flying knife, but fell on a giant granite.

"Master, I don't have power, you all treat me as a sick cat!"

Seeing that the footsteps of the man with the knife were disrupted by himself, Yang Jie snorted coldly and swung his fist straight up, he had to deal with one person as soon as possible, otherwise he would definitely be unlucky to be besieged by these people.

And among these people, the middle-aged uncle in front of him is the easiest to start.

This is not to say that he is the weakest, but Yang Jie has an advantage against this kind of person, as long as he can't exert the power of his sword skills, then he can win quickly.

And interrupting the middle-aged man's footsteps with a flying knife just now is also Yang Jie's hope for victory. The duel between people of equal strength will always drag the opponent into their own battle rhythm, which is a kind of control over the fighting state.

Although Yang Jie has not experienced many major battles so far, he has the precious experience of a ruthless life, and in this regard, he can see it more clearly than the three people around him.

"You're fast, but when the speed fails, you're a piece of trash!"

With a slight sneer, after Yang Jie approached the middle-aged himself, he grabbed the wrist of the other party holding the knife with his right hand, and then twisted it with his backhand, only to hear a click, and the middle-aged uncle's entire left wrist was twisted by him.

The whole process is as easy as crushing noodles.

Speaking of which, this is just an action, and it seems that Yang Jie easily abolished the wrist of a strong man. But the difficulty is probably only clear to Yang Jie and the knife-wielding uncle himself.

The state imbalance caused by the slashing knife actually didn't even exist for a second. But Yang Jie needs to seize this opportunity, which may only be half a second, if he is one step slower, he will probably be greeted by an even more awe-inspiring sword wind.

Of course, Yang Jie is also clear about the worst plan, he thought of it before he made another move, if the other party reacted in time, it would be a big deal for him to fail once, as long as he raised his arm to resist, he would not be cut off after all.

You must know that the iron bracer he wears on his hand is not only a tool for concealing weapons, but sometimes, it is also an important piece of armor for the protection of the body.

However, all this progress was quite instantaneous, and he successfully abolished one of the middle-aged uncle's wrists, even if he could still swing a knife with his other hand, but his strength had been greatly reduced, and there was no longer much threat in Yang Jie's eyes.

And at this time, the sharp claws next to him stabbed in front of him, and Yang Jie didn't have time to launch a deadly offensive against the middle-aged man.

"These people, with quite tacit cooperation, should have started acting together a long time ago."

Dodging the claws of the woman, Yang Jie thought silently in his heart, in fact, he was not too worried about the three people in front of him who had already made a move. Even if they are really defeated, these people can't keep themselves.

What Yang Jie cares about now is the man who has been standing next to him and has not joined the battle circle, that is, the one who applauded first.

This is the real dangerous person, although so far Yang Jie still doesn't know where this strong sense of crisis comes from this man, but this feeling will not be wrong.

"Matsumoto, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Beyoncé, Wanzhang, you don't have to worry about me, kill him with all your might!"

Shaking his head vigorously, the middle-aged uncle stared at Yang Jie fiercely, but at this moment he couldn't say anything cruel. How can a person who has even broken his hand have the right to shout at others?

"Don't worry, I'll avenge you!"

Beyoncé, the woman with iron claws on both hands, whispered when she heard this, although he had a big fight with Matsumoto before the action, but this did not mean that the two were mortal enemies.

When dealing with outsiders, they will always be outward.

Yang Jie naturally heard the conversation between the two, and before the meeting, the woman opened her mouth like this, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise: "Revenge? Little foreign girl, just with your pair of paws? Wait for the master to cut your nails, and you will become a well-behaved cat. ”

"I don't know if she'll be a cat, I just know I'm going to kill you!"

Beyoncé didn't answer yet, but the Muay Thai master named Wanzhang on the side coldly untied the bandage wrapped around his palm. When a circle of bandages fell to the ground, the momentum of the whole person was enhanced again.

"I'm still afraid of you than my fist?"

With a bit of provocation, Yang Jie put away the willow leaf flying knife and clenched his fist, but he did it one step earlier than Wanzhang.

"Hey~~"

Yang Jie swung his fist and approached, and Wanzhang on the other side also rushed forward with a strange scream.

Five meters

Three meters

One meter

The distance shortened in the blink of an eye, and when Yang Jie's heavy punches met in the air, everyone only heard a 'bang', and then whether it was Wanzhang or Yang Jie, the face changed color.

"With pure ** fist strength, can you actually block my killing punch?"

"What a strange fist, at that moment, it was clear that there were more than a dozen fists fighting against him."

In an instant, the two of them had their own doubts and surprises in their hearts. It's just that compared to the simple shock, Yang Jie obviously had something in his mind in a flash.

"This is a boxing technique? Or is it more appropriate to describe boxing skills in the current world? ”

If it were Yang Jie himself, he should not have seen anything, but who made him have ruthless memories and ruthless huge experience, which laid an iron-like foundation for Yang Jie.

With just a little contact, he can see the difference between ordinary people's hard-hitting fights and boxing skills.

"This is a rare opportunity, if you grasp it, maybe you will be able to learn this kind of boxing technique, and then you will be able to avoid the embarrassment of having a strong body but not being able to play your strongest strength."

With this thought, Yang Jie's next fights were all focused on this Muay Thai master called Wanzhang. Even if there is Beyoncé and the half-dead Matsumoto next to him, Yang Jie can dodge and dodge, and if he can't dodge, he will resist at the lowest cost.

The fight between the four of them continued in this state.

One minute

Five minutes

Ten minutes

When a quarter of an hour passed, several blood marks inevitably appeared on Yang Jie's body, all of which were caused by Beyoncé. This woman is also strong, and her pair of claws, a discerning person can know at a glance that they are not ordinary, even if Yang Jie has scraped it with a flying knife, it has not left many traces.

"Bang~~"

It was another fist and fist resistance, Yang Jie's eyes were staring at Wanzhang, watching his breathing, and at the same time feeling the effect of this set of boxing skills, gradually, Yang Jie figured out a little clue.

And all he lacks is practice.

"At this point, it should be almost over."

The thought flickered in his mind, Yang Jie suddenly took a sideways step, dodging the bullet legs, and the next moment he turned directly to Matsumoto, who had already mutilated one arm.

"Huh~~"

Swinging the knife with one arm, although it was still fast, this speed was no longer a threat to Yang Jie, and he jumped on tiptoe, and Yang Jie flew directly above the blade and came to the sky above Matsumoto's head.

"Oriental, take my punch!"

With a heavy shout, Yang Jie's right fist slammed into Matsumoto's arm that he was about to raise as his body fell.

As soon as he made contact, Matsumoto suddenly changed color, opened his mouth to speak, but as soon as a monosyllable was pronounced, he had no chance to continue speaking.

Because, Yang Jie's fist had broken his arm and landed on his chest.

"Boom~~"

With just this punch, the pine itself flew backwards directly, although the person did not fall, but his eyes were already dilated, and he didn't know whether he was killed directly by a punch, or he was in a coma of pain.

And this time, Yang Jie exhaled easily, slowly retracted his fist, and the punch just now was the first punch he showed the boxing skills he had just learned from his master.

Looking at the effect, it seems to be good.

Although it can't reach the attack strength of more than ten times like Wanzhang, at least one punch is worth two punches.

If you count Yang Jie's already exaggerated fist strength base, doubling the punch strength is very exaggerated, and it is no wonder that Matsumoto can't even catch a punch.

"Now, it's your turn!"

Coldly spit out a few words, Yang Jie turned his gaze to Beyoncé and Wanzhang, the foundation of boxing skills has almost been mastered, and it is useless to keep them any longer.

"Let's go together, or you won't have a chance!" (To be continued.) )