580: C580 Let's Try Again

C580 Let's Try Again

"Kneel down and beg for mercy. Kneel down and beg for mercy."

Feeling the disdain in his eyes, Hemp-rope Man cursed angrily: "Begging for mercy, kneel down and beg for mercy."

Punches after punches continuously landed on Sun Lianghu's face.

At the same time as his face was bruised, there were bloodstains all over the place.

Even so, Sun Lianghu didn't beg for mercy. He chose to rather die than submit.

"That fellow, Tai Fist, didn't he use too much force? Why is he still using force when things are already like this?"

"If this goes on, we're really going to die. Kick the restaurant to this extent, isn't it too much?"

"What do you know? What do you mean kicking a restaurant? If you don't kneel down and beg for mercy, can it be called kicking a restaurant?"

At the same time, the crowd watching this scene had different opinions on the current situation they were in.

"Brother Nalan, Mr. Lin has good eyes."

Looking at Sun Lianghu who was covered in blood and unwilling to admit defeat, Murong De's voice was filled with praise: "If this is Mr. Lin's test for him, then he has passed it perfectly."

"Brother Lin's style of doing things is very unique. This is also the reason why Brother Lin is so strong."

Nalan Xiong nodded in agreement and said, "I think it's about time."

Nalan Xiaoyu, who was beside him, didn't understand his words at all. He only knew that if he didn't act now, Sun Lianghu would definitely die.

Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin, why haven't you appeared yet?

Zhao Rongrong, whose eyes were filled with tears, also held the same thought.

Looking at Sun Lianghu, who would rather die than submit, she really wanted to make him admit defeat.

But she knew that this was related to a martial artist's dignity, and even more so to a man's dignity.

Sometimes, dignity was more important than life!

"Get out of my way."

Looking at Sun Lianghu who was about to collapse, Zhang Haonan was so anxious that his eyes turned red: "Karate, I karate, fuck you."

The feeling of urging all the strength in his body to practice the Elephant Form Fist appeared.

Karate, go to hell.

A majestic force surged out. At this moment, Zhang Haonan was like a leopard as he charged towards the bearded man.

This power, this power.

Sensing Zhang Haonan's change, the bearded man opened his eyes in disbelief.

The power was actually stronger than before?

"Hmph, so what if it's strengthened? Isn't it still the same result?"

In front of karate, all other martial arts were trash.

Elephant form fist, karate.

The collision actually created a wave of air current, blowing the hair of those who were closest to the ground into a disarray.1

"My god, the wind from my fists is actually this fierce?"

"Look! Look! The two of them are frozen!"

"Who won? Who won?"

After being stimulated by the airflow, he closed his eyes, and after familiarizing himself with it, he quickly opened his eyes and looked over.

Puff.

Zhang Haonan spat out a mouthful of blood and weakly kneeled on the ground.

Why... Why did this happen?

His Elephant Fist was not a match for karate, so why?

"I almost got injured, luckily your strength is too low."

He hurriedly put his injured hand behind his back, and laughed out loud: "You should still be alive, if you aren't dead then kneel down and beg for mercy, I can consider sparing your life."

The situation on the field had changed into a myriad of changes. No one had expected it to evolve to such an extent.

The Dragon Tiger Fist Hall had failed, it had completely failed.

The curator was beaten to the point that his entire body was covered in blood. The other person was also beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

"I... I haven't lost yet... "I can still fight …"

Zhang Haonan tried to get up from the ground while enduring the weakness in his body: "Let's …" "Again …"

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