In the presidential suite, smoke was surrounded by clouds and the mellow nicotine smell filled the entire room.

Xiao Feng and Hao Jianfeng sat on the sofa, silently looking at the LCD screen. The battle was fierce, and from time to time, they could hear muffled sounds from fists criticizing their bodies.

"Brother, what did you do? It's very exciting." When Hao Jianfeng saw the two sides colliding with fists, he couldn't help but say.

Xiao Feng shook his head, did not answer his question, and asked back: "Who will win if you say they two will?"

Hao Jianfeng carefully observed the movements of both sides, not letting go of any details, even the physical fitness and agility of both of them were included, and concluded: "I think this kid who uses Muay Thai will win."

"Oh, why?" Xiao Feng smiled and asked.

Hao Jianfeng also smiled: "Brother is testing me? When you taught us, you told us that a fighting technique that kills people must have two aspects, and a master must also have two aspects. These two aspects are strength and speed. Muay Thai is a boxing style with great lethality, and this kid has mastered Muay Thai."

"Then, China's fighting skills are no worse than Muay Thai." Xiao Feng looked at the 'student' who once satisfied him the most and said with a smile.

Hao Jianfeng nodded: "Yes, China's fighting skills are the strongest in the world, no one, haha, this is also the original words of the elder brother. You highly recommend Chinese fighting skills."

"It seems you remember every word I said." Xiao Feng sighed, and everything was unbearable to look back on.

"Yes, brother." Hao Jianfeng lowered his head, his eyes flushed: "Actually, I didn't want to leave back then. Really, most of my fighting skills were taught by the eldest brother. You said I was your proud student..."

Xiao Feng listened to Hao Jianfeng's bitter voice, sucked a cigarette hard, and vomited it hard again, awakening from Qian Yue's memories: "Okay, don't mention the past, haha, you continue to talk about this battle."

"Yes." Hao Jianfeng seemed to have returned to the past and when he was working under Xiao Feng, his tone became serious: "Brother, let's assume first that this silver-haired young man is a, and the Muay Thai young man is b, and the fighting skills of a and b are almost the same. The difference is speed. The masters fight, changing rapidly, even if they are slower by 0:00,01 seconds, they can be killed."

"That's right." Xiao Feng nodded.

"Although a's speed is a little slow, it's not much different. The key is that there are too many old injuries on A's body, which has a great impact on him. Look, it is another flaw that is not easy to detect. It is estimated that his old injuries were painful at that time and he couldn't use his strength, so he was hit by B's punch." Hao Jianfeng pointed to several red scars on A's body and said.

"Because of old injuries and speed, I think he will lose. If A is intact, then he will really compete with B. Brother, my opinion is over. What do you think?" Hao Jianfeng looked at Xiao Feng with anticipation.

Xiao Feng bounced the ash and pointed to the screen: "I think a will win."

"Why."

"Because he is my Xiao Feng's brother." A smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Feng's mouth, which was a gratifying smile.

"Ah." Hao Jianfeng originally wanted to hear what Xiao Feng had, but he didn't expect that he would hear such a sentence.

"Don't believe it, let's continue watching." Xiao Feng changed into a comfortable sitting position, staring at Zhang Yu on the screen without blinking.

This was the first time that Xiao Feng saw Zhang Yu through the image after he left Jiuquan. When he saw the interlaced scars on Zhang Yu's body, his heart was very bitter and he couldn't help asking himself in his heart, is it worth it, but he was a little relieved. Only with scars can Zhang Yu be growing up.

When Zhang Yu and Atae collided with the first punch, Xiao Feng's eyes lit up. Zhang Yu and Atae both made progress, especially Zhang Yu. It is not an exaggeration to describe his changes as earth-shaking. Now Zhang Yu's combat power is at least ten times stronger than before, twenty times or even more.

As he and Atai fought, the blood on Xiao Feng's body gradually boiled. Just as Xiaobei said, Zhang Yu was already possessed by the devil. He would enter a sense of combat in battle. Apart from fighting, there was nothing else in his mind. This sense of combat is rare, but Zhang Yu was too lucky and entered this consciousness inexplicably.

In the combat consciousness, Zhang Yu's agility and body will greatly improve, but the pain will be reduced by concentration. That is to say, if someone punches him, only two or three points of pain will be transmitted into his brain, while the others will be temporarily hidden or eliminated.

Think about it, when two people hit each other, they will hurt them too much, and they will hit you like tickling. What will happen? Of course, this kind of fighting consciousness has limitations. If the enemy is too strong, they will kill him in seconds and still hurt a lot of yarn. They will never know that it hurts. Among the same level, Zhang Yu is the top existence.

This kind of combat awareness was discovered by an American 13 years ago. The United States then began to conduct experiments and trained in several special forces. However, the results were not ideal in the end. There were very few people who entered this combat awareness by artificial training, with a chance of one in 500. In the end, because it was thankless, the United States announced the research results, which triggered a new round of research frenzy in the world.

Several years have passed, and the achievements of various countries are similar to those of the United States, and even worse than those of the United States, and have given up experiments one after another. At this moment, the Americans are proud. That means that I wasted money and manpower, but I have not studied it clearly. Can you idiots understand it?

Subsequently, countries have refocused on drugs that can greatly enhance or release human potential, and have achieved different results. For example, Japan's Shun Pills are such drugs, but the side effects are too great and they have not been popularized.

The battle on the screen is coming to an end. When Hao Jianfeng saw Atae take a heavy move, he smiled: "Brother, it seems that the result is coming."

Hao Jianfeng was proud, but the next scene made him blurt out: "My grass, he doesn't want to die."

Xiao Feng looked at Zhang Yu's mouthful of blood, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped: "Jianfeng, who won?"

"Brother, you're still tall." Hao Jianfeng sighed. The Muay Thai boy's neck was locked, and he clearly lost.

Xiao Feng was about to say something, but found Zhang Yu sitting on the beach, muttering something, "Jianfeng, retreat a little, let it go slowly, look at his mouth."

"Okay." Hao Jianfeng controlled the remote control, went backwards, and lit to slow release.

"Brother Feng, I'm finally on the 25th. I think you will definitely smile proudly. I didn't embarrass you." Hao Jianfeng looked at Zhang Yu's mouth and translated it casually.

Xiao Feng clenched his fist hard, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Good boy, I really didn't embarrass me. Haha, when you come back, I will take you to call chickens, call you 10, no, 20."

Hao Jianfeng looked at Xiao Feng from the side. Although he covered up very well, he could still find a trace of shining in his eyes. It was tears. It was impossible. How could the eldest brother have tears? It must be that he had hallucinations.

Hao Jianfeng shook his head hard and looked at Xiao Feng again, but at this time Xiao Feng had returned to normal, with a smile on his face: "Jianfeng, this is my brother, Zhang Yu."

"So he is Zhang Yu, haha, brother, you mentioned before, there are two more people coming." Hao Jianfeng also smiled. He could clearly feel the strong brotherhood of Xiao Feng and others, and at the same time he was a little envious of Zhang Yu. He probably wouldn't be so heavy in his elder brother's heart.

"Well, those two are Huo Tian and Lin Mo. They both grew up with me. They peed and mud together when they were young." Xiao Feng almost grinned behind his ears. He decided that when Zhang Yu came back, he would arrange 20 beauties for him at one point to reward him.

"Hey, brother, who is this woman? She is very beautiful." Hao Jianfeng pointed to the screen and shouted.

Xiao Feng looked at the screen and closed the smile on his face. Is she the butterfly? But when he heard the conversation between Zhang Yu and Butterfly, he was stunned and then burst into laughter: "Haha, this kid won't give someone xx while he is drunk."

"..." Hao Jianfeng touched his forehead. Sure enough, he was so handsome with his elder brother. It seemed that he was still too pure...

Xiao Feng was not worried about Zhang Yu's safety. He just saw Jian Zhan and others on the video. With them here, could he still let the No. 8 Butterfly kill Zhang Yu? When he saw the butterfly lifted Zhang Yu back and left, he thought: "Zhang Yu won't really get her, hehe, that's a waste of my trouble."

‘Ba’, the door was pushed open, and the girls who had changed their clothes came in from outside, Huo Wu walked in front: “Brother Feng, why are you so happy? You heard your laughter outside. Did you win the prize?”

"Haha, you've all been dressed up, Wu'er, I'll tell you, hahaha, I'm so laughing to death. Xiao Yuzi gave her to xx while she was drunk." Xiao Feng pointed to the butterfly on the screen and expressed his meaning in a very obscure way with 'xx'.

Huo Wu walked to the screen and took a closer look: "Is this kid OK? Is this guy so drunk to make the cowards brave? But Brother Feng, what does xx mean? Can you understand what it means?"

"xx...well, xx is... a hug." Xiao Feng glanced at Zhang Xue. He was mainly afraid of teaching the child badly. Moreover, he knew that Huo Wu was pretending to be confused because she understood. She would not understand what xx meant. Don't be funny. I guess she even understood what xxx meant.

"Hug, that little Yuzi is really weak." Huo Wu curled her lips and said deliberately mockingly.

"Hmph, men don't have a good thing." Han Shuang said coldly with a blue face.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, just about to see who dared to speak so arrogantly, but after noticing that it was Han Shuang, he immediately lost his temper. Oh, who made me feel drunk by me? Is it qualified to say this?
Chapter completed!