If the opponent you encounter is not experienced enough to fight, even if you are on par with him, you are likely to be caught off guard by him.

It's a pity not to mention his skills that are already inferior to Ang Lee.

Li An, who is only twenty years old, although he has only learned boxing for three or four months, has fought more than two kung fu masters, and his experience is definitely rich.

Before Li An could touch his neck, his left hand, which was still stained with blood, had already smashed into the base of his ear first, making a muffled bang!

The neck that was slapped by this single change of palm swung to the left, and blood mixed with sweat burst out!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ang Lee's right hand that withdrew from Naifeng's crotch was interspersed with his slightly loosened arms, and his hands were clasped together, pressing Naifeng's chin up and up!

Baguazhang, the white ape offers fruit!

"Click!"

With the crisp sound of the neck bone folding back, Nai's neck leaned back, his hands were weakly released, and the whole person's heel flew backwards off the ground.

"Today I will let you know that both in the boxing ring and conceited life and death, this sentence is not an empty word!"

Li An had a fierce look on his face, and he rushed forward with his feet, following the body that flew out upside down. The hammer in Bajiquan! Descend the Dragon! Fuhu! Split the mountain palm! Probe the horseshoe! Tiger Hug! Bear squat! Crane push! poured out on Naifeng's body!

It was the time when his feet were off the ground the whole time, and large clouds of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and soaked through.

Until Li An's set of King Kong Eight Potentials was finished, the fierce and domineering fist strength almost tore Naifeng's whole person to pieces!

"Boom!"

A dull stomping of the earthquake followed with the sound of feet.

Li An was close to him, and his shoulder was smashed on Naifeng's body!

was leaned on by him, but when the whole person flew directly out of the boxing ring nearly a meter away, he fell to the ground with a thud. The body twitched unconsciously, and large strands of blood foamed down his mouth and nose, flowing and soaking on the ground, and after a while, his body stopped moving

The audience was dumbfounded, their throats seemed to be choked, and for a while there was silence, and the entire boxing arena fell into an eerie silence!

"I didn't expect Ang Lee, this kid to be young, and he is really fierce enough to shoot!"

Fat boy Chao gasped.

He looked at Ang Lee, who was expressionless in the ring, and muttered.

Obviously, compared to the fight between the clubs, this bloody scene of killing the enemy with bare hands in the ring is more exciting to his eyes.

Hua Man pursed her lips and didn't speak, her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance.

On the other side, Ma Masheng put away the shocked look on his face, changed it to a surprised expression, and approached Ferranche and said:

"Boss, this time we won a big deal. The boxing guests have no brains to follow Naifeng, and they are almost killed! ”

Ferranche didn't say anything. He just stared at Ang Lee, whose chest was heaving on the stage, with great interest, and snapped his fingers.

"Wait for this Ang Lee to step down, let him come to see me."

"Got it, boss."

Ma Lusheng was not too surprised, he could probably guess that Ferranche should have seen Ang Lee's skills, and he was a little happy to see the hunt.

Li An exhaled a breath of turbid air and breathed smoothly. The blood soaked in the back of the fist fell on the ring one by one along the fingers.

Before the host came on stage to announce the results, Ang Lee shook his fist and rolled over and got off the ring.

At this moment, the boxing ring suddenly sounded like a tsunami.

However, it was not cheers, but shouting and noise.

After these shocks, the first thing that came to the audience's mind was the worthless bet sheet in their hands because they lost the box.

One by one, with ugly faces, they threw the white paper rolls in their hands into a ball and threw them into the ring, cursing loudly.

Li An looked around the boxing arena and walked down the stairs to the stairs.

"Ang Lee."

Ma Yusheng, who was standing at the staircase, called out to him.

Li An paused: "Something?" ”

"My boss wants to see you."

Ma Lusheng gestured behind him.

Li An followed Ma Sheng's eyes, and Ferranch was looking him up and down with interest.

His gaze lingered on Ferranche for a moment, and then he swept over the long-haired Thai guy in red who was standing behind Fernanche.

"I'm sorry, Brother Sheng, I still have something to do later. You just talk to the boss, and we will talk next time we have a chance. ”

Ang Lee didn't think much about it, so he refused.

There is obviously something wrong tonight, the boxing match has ended, and for Ang Lee, who doesn't want to wade into troubled waters, he naturally won't get too close to them.

And he wasn't in the mood to say anything more to the ghost in front of him.

Ma Lusheng's face was a little displeased:

"Hey, don't you give this face?"

"I've talked about something tonight, and we'll talk about it next time!"

Li An said vaguely, and walked towards Hua Man.

But as he passed by Ferranche, an arm stopped in front of him.

"Dude, borrow it."

Li An glanced at the expressionless man in red in front of him, and reached out to put his arm on the other party's arm.

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly bent his elbow and smashed it! Li An's reaction was also extremely fast, the outstretched hand withdrew, an elbow was raised, his right foot was raised, and he kicked at the opponent's crotch!

The man lightly dodged back half a step, bent his knee up, and bumped into Ang Lee's right foot, and the two of them each took a step back.

The man clenched his fists and was about to step forward again, but at this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the stands on the first floor.

In the noisy stands, a young man with a sallow face and a bit of ruffian looked at several people around him.

He stood up, kicked down the chair beneath him, and cursed in a loud voice:

"The height of the feet is uneven, and the fine guy is stinking of your mother! -eating dogs! Fake match-fixing shakes a little Lao Tzu! ”

As soon as the young man's voice landed, the spectators, who had been watching coldly from all over the stands, stood up one after another and threw the chairs under them towards the ring.

While scolding angrily, he picked up the white paper balls that could be seen everywhere on the ground and threw them on the heads of other guests, until a chair flew up to the grandstand on the second floor, causing a riot among the guests on the second floor, and the scene gradually began to get out of control.

Several steel needles flew out in a row, shattering the incandescent tube above the head, and white glass shards fell down, and the boxing arena suddenly became a lot darker, and the riot became more and more intense.

"Hit the street! How can there be a night of continuous upsets? Match-fixing! ”

"Match-fixing in the boxing arena! Refund! ”

"Return the money! Refund! ”

Under the guidance of well-intentioned people, most of the viewers who lost their eyes and wanted to fish in troubled waters also joined in and shouted angrily.

There were also quite a few sober spectators who seemed to sense that something was wrong, and simply fled the stands and ran towards the outside of the ring.

"Hit the streets! Dare to make trouble in the boxing ring?! ”

The rotten boys who watched the scene put on a fierce face, only treating these troublemakers as ordinary red-eyed guests, trying to scare those red-eyed guests in the past, and walked towards the guests who threw chairs at the ring with wooden sticks in their eyes.

But apparently they didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

A rotten boy with a meaty face had just frightened several troublesome guests with a wooden stick, when suddenly a young man with a ruffian face bumped into him. He was just about to scold, and there was a tingling pain in his waist.

"Poof! Poof! ”

The sound of the blade piercing into the flesh rang out one after another.

The rotten boy felt a softness all over his body, and viscous blood gushed out along the wound, and he fell in a pool of blood and convulsed

At this moment, there was a big chaos in the boxing arena, and some people broke out one after another. Although there were a large number of rotten boys watching the venue, because it was impossible to figure out how many people were still hiding among the many guests, the chaotic scene was stalemate for a while.

"Get out of the way!"

Li An frowned, and his voice was indifferent.

The man stared at Li An for a while, and when he saw that Ferranch didn't say anything, he stepped back to the right.

Ma Ma Sheng watched Li An go away and whispered to Ferranche:

"Boss, it should be someone from the fellow villagers' association."

"I saw that ordinary guests, no matter how unwilling they were to lose their red eyes, they didn't dare to use the knife in the boxing ring."

Ferranche replied lightly.

Without the slightest panic, he took off his expensive suit, handed it to Ma Yusheng, and then pulled up the cuffs of his white shirt.

"Settle the riot downstairs as soon as possible."

Ferranche gave an explanation to Ma Sheng.

motioned to the man in red next to him to follow, and the two walked around the stands to the opposite group of fellow villagers.

At the same time, Ke Wanchang, who was full of slaughter, also stood up.

"It seems that Ang Lee helped us a lot by killing Naifeng, otherwise this boxing stadium wouldn't be in chaos so quickly.

Hurry up and leave as soon as you're done. Although the Vietnamese guys helped us distract the errands, the ghosts of the errand hall should not be dispatched. ”

It's just strange that the stars are sparse in the moon and the weather is good, but Ke Wanchang is carrying a black umbrella with him.

"This ghost guy is really bold, and he has so much confidence in himself. Two people dared to come. ”

Fu Shou Jin smiled with a glance.

He and Feng Chunmei immediately got up, and a group of six or seven people walked quickly towards the murderous two of them who were walking towards them.

The two people walked faster and faster, and when they saw that they were about to collide together, Long Chenghu took the lead, sprinted, and slammed into the man in red with his knees!

"He'll leave it to me."

"Hurry up and get rid of him."

After speaking, Kowan shouted: "Do it." ”

Ferranqi didn't look at Long Chenghu and the two of them who were fighting together, his body swayed from side to side and rushed straight towards Ke Wanchang.

Cowan took a step back, and Fushoujin rushed forward, slamming his fist into Ferranche's elbow that was protecting his cheek, and collided with Ferranche.

Fu Shou Jin staggered, kicked back several steps, and showed surprise on his face.

"This ghost has a lot of strength."

Ferranche's footsteps were only slightly paused, and he still walked quickly towards Fu Shoujin in front of him.

The two of them went back and forth, and they didn't retreat!

Fu Shou Jin is strong and calm with one hand to split his fist, although Ferranchi is burly, but his footwork is extremely flexible, his body sways from side to side to avoid the oncoming punches and kicks, and with only one face-to-face effort, Fu Shoujin was forced to retreat.

Ferranch didn't seem to want to delay time, relying on his strong body, he used his left hand to protect his cheek to take a single blow from Fu Shoujin, and the back hand punched back on the shoulder of Fu Shoujin, who couldn't dodge, Fu Shoujin couldn't resist anymore, and was hit by this punch and flew out.

Just as Ferranche was about to step forward, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and Ferranche retreated.

Feng Chunmei, who had sharp claws on ten fingers on both hands, stood in front of him with a feminine expression.

Feng Chunmei noticed that the Feranche in front of her was not easy to deal with, and said without looking back:

"Ke Wanchang, you don't have to hide it with us. We'll stop Ferranche, you go to Long Chenghu and help him get rid of that Thai guy quickly, and then come over together to pay Ranche. ”

"Okay."

Ke Wanchang didn't delay, and walked towards Long Chenghu with a black umbrella.

Feng Chunmei's steps were light, and the steel claws on her ten fingers waved as fast as ghosts, all of which rubbed Ferranche's vital points, making people's vests cold!

Facing the edge in front of him, the bare-handed Ferranch slid to dodge while looking for an opportunity to shoot.

Sijiu, who was standing on the side, noticed the stalemate between the two, and attacked Ferranche's head from the side with a short stick, Ferranche stepped backwards, backhanded fist, and hit the man's face with a heavy fist!

"Bang!"

With a dull sound of flesh, the unconscious man smashed sideways at Feng Chunmei.

Just when Feng Chunmei dodged sideways, Felanche sprinted forward, and with a backhand swing, he went straight to Feng Chunmei's face!

The lesser of two powers!

Feng Chunmei's face was gloomy, and she turned sideways and sold her left arm to Ferranche, and the sharp claw of her right hand went straight forward, poking Ferranqi's throat!

But just when the claw was less than an inch away from Ferranqi's throat, Feng Chunmei's face just showed joy, but he didn't want Ferranqi to make a false move, he retreated with his right hand and walked to Feng Chunmei's right side, and smashed a hook into Feng Chunmei's face!

Feng Chunmei was directly smashed by this punch and flew out!

Ferranche's body swayed from side to side, sliding forward, straight to Fu Shou Jin, who had fallen to the ground.

Seeing this, Fu Shoujin's face changed and he struggled to get up. With a fierce look in his eyes, he took out a small vial of pills from his pocket and poured it into his mouth.

As the unknown pill was swallowed into his abdomen, Fu Shou Jin leaned his neck back, and his face began to twist into a crazy expression.

He stomped on the ground with his right foot continuously, hung his head and muttered words in his mouth.

"Sting!"

As if he had suddenly changed his character, Fu Shoujin ripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, and rushed towards Ferranche.

"Bang!"

Ferranche slammed a fierce and fast jab into Fu Shoujin's chest, but to his surprise, Fu Shoujin, who had been punched hard by him, seemed to be a nobody, and slammed his fist at Ferry as a hood!

Ferranche stepped backwards, not rushing to attack, but shaking his body to dodge. Asked in awkward Chinese:

"What kind of kung fu are you?"

"God hit?"

Li An stared at Fu Shou Jin not far away, and groaned in his heart.

He knew the splitting fist in Fu Shoujin's hand, but the other party suddenly became rough and thick-skinned, and he was not afraid of pain, so Li An didn't know what the hell the other party was practicing.

Can you see Fu Shou Jin stomping on the ground with his right foot, chanting words in his mouth, and the gods chattering as if asking the gods to go up, more like a god beating?

And what the hell is that pill that the other party ate?

"Now that the two sides are fighting, shall we go, or will it be lively?"

Hua Man asked.

She had a faint smile on her face, and there was no panic in the slightest.

(End of chapter)