Lin Fei naturally knew Wu Yong and had a friendship with him, he knew Wu Yong's strength very well, and his strength was not in vain to be able to claim the title of the king of black boxing in the underground power of Nanhai City.

Wu Yong walked straight into the ring, looked at Yamano Fujii, who had won two games in a row, with an indifferent gaze, and said: "You have already stood for two games, for the sake of fairness, I will let you make three moves!" ”

Yamano Fujii did not understand Mandarin, and his eyes were fixed on the Japanese man who was acting as the translator, Ono Takata.

Takada Ono immediately translated Wu Yong's words to Yamano Fujii, his face was furious, for him who admired the spirit of the Japanese samurai, when he heard that his opponent actually wanted him to make three moves, endless killing intent immediately appeared in his body.

Yamano Fujii stood up, his eyes full of murderous intent stared at Wu Yong tightly, and he posed in a Japanese karate starting pose, his palms were like knives, pointing directly at Wu Yong.

Wu Yong's face was indifferent, his fists were clenched, his knuckles made a gurgling sound, and a solemn momentum permeated out.

"Kill!"

Yamano Fujii shouted violently, he took the lead in the offensive, a dive, the whole person rolled up a strong wave of energy, rushed towards Wu Yong, and then slashed at Wu Yong's neck with a palm knife in his right hand.

Wu Yong didn't make a move, just like he said to make three moves.

He stepped to the side, leaning back slightly, avoiding Yamano Fujii's sharp knife-like slash.

Call!

At the moment when Wu Yong's body leaned back to avoid this blow, Yamano Fujii's right leg swept up and swept towards Wu Yong's body, this leg was extremely strong, and the wind of the leg that scraped up was incomparably sharp, and the speed was also extremely fast, not giving Wu Yong any time to react at all.

The gaze in Wu Yong's eyes was cold, and his right arm stretched out, blocking the sweep of Yamano Fujii's foot.

Bang!

The ferocious force was transmitted, and what surprised Yamano Fujii was that this kick failed to retreat Wu Yong by half a point.

However, in the next moment, he kicked Wu Yong's head with a karate whirlwind kick that was several times more powerful.

Wu Yong's footsteps turned, his body made a clever maneuver, and at the same time, his arms were folded, and he used the dexterity of four or two thousand catties to unload the fierce roundhouse kick of Yamano Fujii.

The three moves have passed, Wu Yong's eyes are fierce, and he said coldly: "Now it's my turn to fight back!" ”

As he spoke, Wu Yong burst out with a fierce momentum, his whole body jumped up towards the mountain and wild Fujii like a fierce leopard, and a fist in his right hand blasted out like a dragon, and there was a thick smell of blood in the fist, as if this fist was already stained with a lot of blood.

Yamano Fujii seemed to see the ferocity of this punch, his figure flashed, and he wanted to avoid this punch, but after Wu Yong's punch came and fell, it also changed again with the change of Yamano Fujii's body, as if locking Yamano Fujii, and bombarded as always.

This was the dragon shape fist with the most changes among the twelve shaped fists, and Wu Yong had obviously cultivated a certain amount of fire.

"Roar!"

Unable to avoid it, Yamano Fujii roared angrily, and swung his fist forward with the fist momentum of karate, to regret Wu Yong's dragon-shaped fist.

Bang!

The two fists collided, and the ferocious collision was together, and a strong force seeped into Yamano Fujii's arm along Wu Yong's fist, and his right arm suddenly became slightly numb, which made him stunned for a moment.

It was also at this moment that Wu Yong swept out with a whip leg, as fast as thunder and lightning, and swept across Yamano Fujii's body.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Yamano Fujii's waist seemed to be broken, and his whole body flew out, and after falling to the ground, he screamed in pain, unable to get up and continue fighting.

"Win! Brother Yong pulled back a game, it's too happy! ”

"Brother Yong is so good, he really deserves to be the first person in the black circle!"

"Damn, you should beat these Japanese devils to death like this and make them arrogant!"

In an instant, thunderous applause rang out under the table, and all the people who were powerful underground shouted excitedly, and the victory of this game can be said to make them breathe out of their hearts.

"Yamada-kun, this person is very strong."

Beside Teruo Yamada, Ono Takada, who acted as an interpreter, whispered.

Teruo Yamada looked leisurely, completely ignoring Wu Yong in the ring, and said in a light tone: "It's a bit of strength, but it's not enough to see." Black Soul, you on, solve the battle as fast as possible! ”

"Yes!"

As soon as Teruo Yamada's words ended, a man in a black suit stood up, his name is Black Soul, he is a black-armored ninja in the Iga ninja school, what he is best at is raiding and assassination, and he has the spirit of a feared dead man.

The black soul stepped into the ring, looking at Wu Yong with cold eyes, and there was a cold aura on his body.

"You won the game just now, do you dare to fight in this game?" Takada Ono looked at Wu Yong in the ring and asked.

"Don't talk nonsense, come if you want to fight!" Wu Yong said coldly.

"Good!" Takada Ono sneered.

The black soul's gaze was a bit like that of a dead fish, lifeless and gray, but there was a terrifying aura that made people's hearts palpitate in it, and he seemed to ignore Wu Yong's existence, or Wu Yong's strength was not enough to attract his attention.

Wu Yong's face turned cold, he obviously felt the power of the black soul, and there was a feeling that he couldn't start.

"Ho!!"

After swimming around, Wu Yong's eyes burst out with murderous intent, his body moved, and the whole person rushed towards the black soul like a predator, he punched out both fists, and it was the fist of the double dragon in the dragon-shaped fist going out to sea, roaring towards the black soul.

Sou!

At that moment, I saw the black soul's figure flash, and the figure flashed away like a ghost, and disappeared without a trace.

"Not good!"

Wu Yong said secretly in his heart, a wisp of strong wind from behind him made him feel shocked, he didn't think about it, he directly reflexively swept behind him.

Bang!

This leg seemed to hit the body of the black soul, but he felt that the other party's body was soft and slippery like a snake, so that his leg sweep and kick did not cause any real damage to the other party.

"Hmm!"

Then, Wu Yong couldn't help but snort in his mouth, and at that moment, the five fingers of the black soul's right hand behind him curled, and it directly hit Wu Yong's waist and abdomen, and then, the five fingers and one hand that were originally curved turned into a fist, and another punch hit Wu Yong's body!

Rao is Wu Yong's own ability to resist attacks is very strong, but he was still hit hard by the two consecutive blows of the black soul, and the whole person staggered back, covering his waist and abdomen, his face was distorted together, and he looked extremely painful.

Sou!

In an instant, the black soul rushed up again, and his body speed was extremely fast, so that Wu Yong couldn't catch his figure at all, and the ghostly black soul rushed up and hit Wu Yong's body hard, knocking him directly off the ring and falling to the ground.

"You deceive people too much!"

Lin Fei stood up, roared angrily, and rushed to Wu Yong to check his injuries.

For a while, all the people on Wu Yong's side stood up, and one by one they glared angrily at the samurai regiment on Yamada Teruo's side, and the atmosphere seemed tense.

"What? Unconvinced if you are defeated? Or do you not want to admit that you are weak? It turns out that you are not our opponent at all, and there is not even a decent powerhouse in a huge Nanhai City, which is really disappointing! Takada Ono said coldly.

The people on Lin Fei's side immediately fell silent, they didn't expect that Wu Yong, who was known as the number one black boxing master in the underground power, was defeated and lost to the other party.

"Brother Fei, let me go!" Zhang Jie, who was beside Lin Fei, said.

"Don't be impulsive, you're no match for him!" Lin Fei said in a deep voice.

"So what do we do? Waiting to be humiliated by these people? Zhang Jie said unwillingly.

"I'll deal with this person, you go to Sanniang immediately, and now, maybe only Sanniang's people can suppress them!" Lin Fei said word by word.

[Author's digression]: The third update