Sultry night.

"Bang bang bang-"

A rapid muffled sound exploded one after another.

Piercing, deafening.

The swaying sandbags swayed from side to side, moaning and precarious, shaking in mid-air with splashes of sweat.

Outside the window, it was raining heavily, and the rain was dripping.

Inside the window, there was a faint light.

The man is bare-chested, the body is strong and fierce, the thin figure looks full of explosive power, as if there is no trace of excess fat, the light shines, the whole human body surface is glowing with a strange metallic texture, hot sweat, accompanied by the man's countless punches, overflowing from his pores and rolling down.

Half an hour.

He stopped, his short hair was already half wet, his chest heaving, and he was panting.

Only the sandbags were still swaying from side to side.

The man looked forty, with thick eyebrows and flat cheeks, a hooked nose, and a pair of triangular eyes, and when he looked up, he always carried an indescribable yin owl, which made people very uncomfortable, he wiped his sweat, drank water, and looked into the room.

I saw that on the wall on one side, there was a sign of "Ben Lei Fight Club", and the things placed on the ground were mostly all kinds of exercise equipment, and in the center of the hall was a huge octagonal cage.

With a glance, the man got up again.

Picked up the scattered equipment and cleaned up the gloves on the ground.

"Stump, Tread, Tread—"

But in the quiet hall, there was a different sound suddenly.

The man didn't raise his head and said, "If you want to sign up, come tomorrow, it's going to close today!"

But instead of withdrawing, the footsteps were getting closer.

The man frowned and turned to look.

At the edge of the hall, where light and shadow meet, there was a figure standing.

The man was dripping with water, as if he had come from the rain, and he was wearing a dark green raincoat and a hood, and he did not see his face.

Looking at the water stains on the ground, the man's brows furrowed even deeper.

"I said, it's going to close, please get out!"

But the uninvited guest on the opposite side was unmoved, standing there, not moving, only a deep and deep voice sounded.

"You are Yang Benlei?"

The man's face had turned gloomy.

"Yes, what are you going to do?"

The figure on the edge walked slowly, the tall figure with an unusual oppression, he walked from the shadows to the light, dragged a long shadow, and took wet footprints under his feet, then lifted his hood and took off his raincoat, revealing a somewhat wooden and honest face.

This man has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, the dark hair on the top of his head stands up, like a steel needle, his burly body is at least one meter eighty-five up, his shoulders are very broad, his temples are bulging, he is wearing a sleeveless gray shoulder, and the muscles of his bare dark arms are bulging high, like a rock and unshakable, containing unimaginable strength, and there is an indescribable evil aura all over his body.

"Sparring!"

A deep voice rang out in the empty hall.

The most amazing thing is this person's hands, the man who was called Yang Benlei only glanced at it, his pupils shrank, and his face became solemn.

I saw that the big man's muscles were full of white and convex hard calluses, as if there were lumps of pimples, and the five fingers were extremely thick, and they looked a little deformed and distorted, which was strange but made people shudder, not frightened.

Yang Benlei was vigilant in his heart, and he said in a deep voice: "Please go out, this is a private place, otherwise, I will call the police!"

Before he could finish speaking, the big man had already leaned forward, bent down and rushed forward, like a leopard, and like a predatory beast, turned into a black shadow, and clenched his fist with his right hand before approaching, and smashed it at him.

The flat ground was like a gust of fishy wind.

"Smack!"

Under the opening and closing, it was like a cannon explosion in the air, and Yang Benlei swallowed all the unfinished words in a fierce and domineering manner.

Hearing this thunderous sound, his pupils shrank at the same time, his scalp exploded, and a strange scream sounded in his mouth, and the whole person hurriedly shrank to the side, but seeing that this punch was advancing and not retreating, it fell straight on the sandbag behind him, and when the punch fell, he heard a "boom", and the entire sandbag actually burst open and exploded.

Yang Benlei's face was shocked.

He looked behind the big man, and saw that the door had already been locked, a pair of triangular eyes immediately narrowed, and he immediately made a decision, with his feet a little, one in front and one behind, his left foot was on tiptoe, his heel was slowly undulating, like stepping on the waves, and his right hand had swept to the opponent's chin with an uppercut.

"Smack!"

There was a muffled sound.

His heart was cold, and he saw that the other party was like an iron tower, not moving at all, and he was punched by him, unharmed.

What an amazing body.

Looking at the movements of Yang Benlei's feet, Dahan's eyes seemed to have a bright light, but then they dimmed again, and said nonchalantly: "Poke your feet?"

"Hey!"

Yang Benlei didn't respond to him, he shouted loudly in his mouth, his feet had jumped out, his legs moved in a row, one step at a time, as fast as the wind, and he shouted loudly, but with one breath, his toes had pointed to the three places between the ribs, chest, waist and abdomen of the big man.

He pointed out three kicks in a row, sharp and ruthless, and picked all the taboos that martial artists strictly guarded against.

"Look for death!"

Yang Benlei sneered.

It's about to be done.

The big man, who was like an iron tower, suddenly moved, his feet did not move, but his upper body suddenly leaned forward like a tumbler, pushed his elbows against his shoulders, and leaned towards the figure in front of him on the side of his shoulder.

"Smack!"

looked not in a hurry, but just leaned on it, the right leg kicked out by Yang Benlei only heard a "rattle" sound, and it was actually broken from the knee joint, and then turned over from the top of the big man's head, drew an arc in the air, and fell to the ground hard.

"Ahh

A heart-rending pain came from his right leg, and Yang Benlei screamed in pain, but he was busy holding on to the ground, retreating again and again, his face covered with cold sweat.

Seeing the big man turn around and stride forward.

Yang Benlei hurriedly said: "I admit defeat, I lose!"

But there was a strong wind in front of him, and a whip leg swept in the air.

Yang Benlei endured the pain, turned over and dodged, not wanting to stabilize his body, a hand had been buckled on the back of his neck from top to bottom, it was like an iron hoop, suffocation and severe pain hit, he struggled and hissed: "I admit defeat-"

Dahan was unmoved.

"In the past, the victory or defeat of martial artists was more important than life and death, and you would rather die than lose, you are also the number one person in the martial arts, but you are so greedy for life and afraid of death, it is really disappointing!"

He didn't wait for Yang Benlei to speak again, he waved his arm and threw it, and the person in his hand instantly flew high.

The big man's eyes were wooden, but the movements under his feet were not slow, his waist twisted, he jumped more than a meter high on the ground, and a kick was swept out, and Yang Benlei was in the middle of the lower back, and the sound of broken bones sounded again.

Yang Benlei landed heavily, a pair of eyes staring at the big man, but the look in his eyes was slowly dimming, and his mouth and nose were full of blood foam, but his gaze suddenly fixed on the other party's shadow.

Because, the shadow seemed to come to life, instantly elongated, one end was still at the feet of the big man, the other end was like a black curtain, and it was like a big mouth, enveloping Yang Benlei in it, twisting and shrinking wildly, and in the shadows, there was a chewing sound that made people's scalp tingle.

Wait until the shadows return to normal.

"Okay, I feel like I'm getting stronger!"

The big man's face was flushed, as if he was drunk, his eyes were crazy, his whole body was "crackling", his muscles and bones were stretched, and his body seemed to be a little burly.

......

It was at this time.

In a certain room, a figure who was immersed in reading a book suddenly straightened up, and on his raised left hand, a ring was flashing with a strange black light.

"Extract!"

I saw that the black light was all cast on the pages of the table.

A burly and oppressive figure resembles a landscape ink painting, gradually becoming clearer, and there is a line of words.

"Please kill the believers of the evil god within ten days, this mission, in view of the high danger of the target, you can seek other gatekeepers to complete it together!"

A white and delicate index finger slowly swiped across the pages, especially the three words "gatekeeper" for a long time.

"Are you going to huddle so soon?"

A low murmur sounded.

In the next second, the image on the page, along with the handwriting, dispersed into wisps of black air, floating into the void, and disappeared in an instant.