85: C85 Quick Punch

C85 Quick Punch

However, Zhao Dalee's eyes were already filled with anxiety. He didn't care what the others said, and continued to slap Luo Tianpeng's lower body with his palm like a cattail leaf fan.

Luo Tianpeng was so scared that his face turned pale, but the man with the crew cut was even more terrified. If something happened to Luo Tianpeng today, the entire Jiangbei would be shaken!

Swoosh!

In a moment of desperation, the man with the crew cut turned his wrist and a small golden knife slipped out of his sleeve and into his palm. Then, he suddenly thrust it towards Zhao Dalee's throat.

This attack was as fast as lightning, and it was fierce and fierce.

Damn it!

Ye Wuji, who was standing next to him, didn't expect such a thing to happen. If this strike were to hit him, Zhao Dalee would definitely give him an explanation.

Although Zhao Dalee and Ye Wuji didn't have a good relationship, he was after all someone on Lin Jing's father's side, and he wasn't someone to be hated. If something happened here, Lin Jing would definitely get into trouble.

But just as he was about to attack, Zhao Dalee's huge body suddenly became as agile as a wild rabbit. His shoulders shook and his body bent. He instantly moved back a few meters to avoid the knife.

Zhao Dalee shook his arms. He did not get angry because of the man with a crew cut's sneak attack. Instead, he seemed to be a little excited. "Bro, you have some skills!"

"But I will definitely take care of this bastard today. If you want to interfere in this matter, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The man with a crew cut stared at Zhao Dalee and frowned slightly. "Brother, you should be careful. Let's just forget about today's matter."

At this time, Luo Tianpeng who was standing at the side said angrily, "Qin Hee, are you f * * king crazy? Your father has been beaten to such a state, yet you still say forget it. Quickly smash this guy to death!"

"Young Master Luo..."

The old man was speechless. "Don't f * * king talk nonsense. If you don't kill him, you can explain it to my father later!"

Luo Tianpeng roared angrily.

The man with the crew cut frowned. A trace of disgust flashed across his eyes, but at the same time, there was a trace of helplessness. After pondering for a moment, he finally raised his head and stared at Zhao Dalee with an extremely cold gaze. "Brother, I'm sorry!"

As he spoke, the golden blade in his hand slowly retracted into his sleeve. His legs slightly parted and the tip of his feet flipped. One hand was placed in front of him while the other half was holding a fist in front of his chest. He made a pose.

Wing Chun?

Ye Wuji, who was standing beside him, had a playful smile on his face. He didn't expect to see such a fist technique here.

Zhao Dalee's left foot slid on the ground and he slightly bent his body. Then, like a fully drawn bow, he suddenly shot forward.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that such a big body could have such a fast movement technique.

"I can't tell that he is quite capable."

Lin Jing couldn't help but praise him. Her expression also changed from the initial worry to the relaxation now.

She did not think Zhao Dalee would be at a disadvantage with his size. Zhao Dalee did not just rely on brute force.

With his Eight Extreme Fists, it was impossible for him to have such a strong foundation without more than ten years of hard work.

However, when Ye Wuji saw this scene, he frowned slightly.

Although Zhao Dalee was born with great divine strength and had a strong foundation of the Eight Extreme Fists, However, he did not know how to adapt. In the face of Wing Chun, who was famous for his Inch Strength and Short Match, If he continued to use this kind of aggressive attack, he was afraid that he would be at a disadvantage in this battle.

Pah!

As expected, the moment Zhao Dalee's shoulder crashed into him, the man with the crew cut did not choose to fight him head on.

Instead, he slightly turned his body and placed his hand on Zhao Dalee's shoulder to deflect the force. His front hand struck an inch forward. His fist hit Zhao Dalee's chin with a bang.

Zhao Dalee was struck by this punch until he saw stars. At the same time, he was also flustered and exasperated. He turned around and threw a fierce punch.

However, the man with the crew cut still did not choose to fight with him. Taking advantage of this gap, he suddenly moved forward and closed in on Zhao Dalee, making the distance between them not more than a foot.

At such a close distance, Zhao Dalee's advantage of strength was instantly rendered useless.

But to the man with the crew cut, he was like a fish in water.

Wing Chun paid particular attention to inch strength and speed. Close combat was even more of a good show. Without waiting for Zhao Dalee to pull away, the man with a crew cut's fists instantly rained down on Zhao Dalee's chest like raindrops.

Papapapapapa!

In just a few short seconds, Zhao Dalee's chest received dozens of punches.

The following battle was completely one-sided.

Zhao Dalee did not have any strength to fight back. He was like a live target. He was almost punched by the opponent's fast punches all over his body.

It was only because he was born with a good physique that if he was an ordinary person, he would have lost his life a long time ago.

"Kill him!"

Luo Tianpeng, who was standing next to him, roared fiercely.

The man with the crew cut grabbed Zhao Dalee by the neck, gritted his teeth, and suddenly punched Zhao Dalee's temple with his phoenix-like eye.

"No!"

Lin Jing exclaimed. Even though she did not know kung fu, she knew that the temple was a fatal point. If she was hit hard by this punch, she would die here.

Zhao Dalee's face was full of despair, but at this moment, he had no strength to fight back. He could only watch helplessly as the Phoenix Eye Fist that could take his life fell down.

Hu -

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed past. The man with the crew cut suddenly felt as if his fist had hit a ball of cotton, but his strength suddenly changed, and he pulled hard to the side.

The man with the crew cut lost his balance in an instant, and he staggered a few steps to the side.

"F * ck you, and who are you? Qin Hee, kill this guy as well. Whoever wants to meddle in other people's business today, kill them all!"

Luo Tianpeng was completely engulfed in anger. Since he was born, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

In the Jiangbei region, who wouldn't be respectful to him when they saw him?

However, this time, the man with the crew cut didn't attack immediately. Instead, he stared at him with a surprised expression.

This person had an average appearance and a slightly thin body. He wore very ordinary clothes and belonged to the category of people who would disappear immediately after being thrown into a crowd.

In short, on the surface, this person was simply extremely ordinary.

However, the crew cut man did not see clearly how his strength had been instantly removed by someone.

"Qin Hee, what are you f * cking standing there for? Didn't you hear what I said? Hurry up and kill him!"

Luo Tianpeng saw that the two of them didn't move. He shouted at them from the side.

The man with the crew cut frowned slightly. It could be seen that he was actually very unwilling, but he could not do anything about it. In the end, he could only put on a Wing Chun pose again. "Sorry!"

As he spoke, the man with the crew cut suddenly took small steps unique to Wing Chun and rapidly approached Ye Wuji.1

"Quickly dodge!"

Zhao Dalee and Lin Jing practically shouted at the same time. Even with Zhao Dalee's size, he did not have the strength to fight back in front of his opponent. Wasn't Ye Wuji's small body rushing to give him a head?

However, Ye Wuji did not dodge. Instead, he took a step forward and casually punched forward.

It's over!

Zhao Dalee's heart skipped a beat when he saw this scene.

This punch did not have any strength, nor could it be seen how ingenious it was. It was just like a street hooligan fighting. Facing that flat-headed pervert, wasn't he courting death?

Even the flat-headed man was somewhat stunned. This punch was simply the path of an ordinary hooligan. But just now, how did he instantly remove the force of his fist?

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