There are only the humble whispers of the wounded in the entire martial arts hall.

Ma Lin, who was lying on the ground, raised her head, opened her lips slightly, and breathed vigorously and steadily, looking at Xia Yi holding two sticks over there. She was unbelievable in her eyes. She looked weak and could only do some chores to clean up, but she had the ability to fight twenty.

She turned her head and looked at her master, who also had a complicated look on her face.

"This Xia Yi... I thought it was just a poor person who had nowhere to settle down after he was released from prison. I didn't expect that he would hide anything deep. This hand and two sticks would be so skillful without ten years of hard work."

Compared to Chang Wu on the field, he was slightly surprised. Before, the South Korean Li Taiyuan was just Cheng Yaojin's three-pronged axe. The last kick was blocked by a broom, which was probably because Xia Yihui in front of him had one or two hands. Although he was shocked, it was not that big.

"You're here just right."

He patted the footprints on the white shirt, loosened his fingers, clenched his fists again, and made a fighting posture, grinned and said, "Since I can do it twice, I'm relieved."

On the floor at the entrance of the martial arts hall, a gangster got up again, quietly touched a steel pipe, and knocked on the back in front. A student next to him shouted: "Be careful--"

"I hope you don't let me down."

Xia Yi said calmly, raised his hand and knocked it back. The gangster who was swinging the stick from behind immediately fell back. While he lowered the stick and walked forward, an unconscious red tide appeared in his eyes.

"......because, try something with you."

"Xia Yi——"

When he clenched his fist, Chang Wu shouted in a deep voice, kicked his feet violently, and his body was like a tiger pounced on his food, rushing straight to the opponent. While Xia Yi avoided this punch, he elbowed his arm and hit his eyes. Xia Yi crossed the two wooden sticks in front of him blocked it, pushing the hit elbow back, stretching the distance, flipping his wrists constantly, dancing the stick, and not seemingly in a hurry to take action.

The Hongye Fist that Chang Wu practiced was originally a fierce path. In addition, he had a violent personality. Once he became fierce, his body became agile. The speed of punching was faster than the punch. At the moment when the nerves around him were tense, he smashed and smashed according to Xia Yi who was constantly wandering, and every step he took was extremely strong.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh--"

In the continuous roars, the fist wind roared, and the sound of the air blew clearly sounded in the museum. While the other party was moving and dodging, the sandbag next to it seemed to be hammered by a cannon, raised high backwards, and the racks were shaking creakingly.

The whole group was stunned. The students who originally only learned martial arts to strengthen their health had never seen such violent boxing skills. Compared with the senior brother who frantically played chain punches there, they were like children playing house.

"I didn't expect Chang Wu never gave up his martial arts..." Cheng Guangen's hands behind him were sweating.

During the violent attack that lasted for more than ten seconds, the fierce chain of fists and knees hit, the elbow hit, and the horizontal palm was shaved like a knife to advance several steps in succession, approaching the opponent to the wall, blocking the opponent's space for maneuvering. Chang Wu's voice raised: "Go to die--"

Suddenly exerted force, the distance between the two was closer in a blink of an eye, and he pushed it out with a punch.

Everyone held their breath.

Wow—

The fist hit the wall with a bang, and several cracks spread out. As the dust fell down, a figure jumped in the air. Just as the fist was just blowing out, Xia Yi suddenly stepped back and jumped up with the force. Chang Wu looked slightly slanted, and the man who had been as timid as a mouse waved his arm.

——Two dragon sticks. Throw stones and throw them into the pond.

The extremely fierce stick slashed down according to Chang Wu.

Chang Wu subconsciously raised his other arm to block it. The thick stick hit his arm and made a muffled sound. He gritted his teeth and retreated to avoid it. However, Xia Yi's attack did not stop. His two sticks hit the head and face, like raindrops hitting bananas, whipping on his arms that were constantly striking, retracting, whipping, retracting, and then whipping. The air was filled with crackling sounds of flesh being pulled out.

“Ahhh—”

The violent offensive turned around. Chang Wu shouted and kept whipping, and he kept retreating. As soon as he blocked a stick, he rubbed his hand hard at the position where he was beaten to relieve the pain, but it was a funny scene in the eyes of others.

Xia Yi's round of offensives did not just take care of the opponent's arms, and walked around the surroundings, and from time to time he thrust around his waist, shoulders, thighs, abdomen and other positions. Chang Wu's clothes and pants were broken through several holes, and the red marks and bruises inside could be seen.

After repeated several times, Chang Wu retreated to the side of the sandbag, grabbed the bag with his backhand and blocked it forward, rushed forward and attacked, reached out and grabbed one of the wooden sticks regardless of the pain, and smiled ferociously with bloody mouth.

"You're finished!"

However, Xia Yi let go of his hand at the other end of the caught wooden stick, and a smile appeared on his face. He reached out and took out a brown-red square from his waist.

A loud bang sound covered Chang Wu's forehead.

The disciples, students, Cheng Guangen and Ma Lin were stunned. In their sight, half a brick fell to the ground.

Chang Wu covered his forehead and looked at the half brick in his hand in disbelief.

"Dark brick hurts people, despicable..."

His body shook a few times and fell to the floor with a bang. A gangster who had already gotten up and dared not come forward saw Chang Wu fall down, rushed over and carefully dragged away the big guy with blood on his head. Someone was scared to be polite, and before leaving, he did not forget to bring the crooked door leaf.

The sound of the car starting is gone.

Xia Yi lost half of the brick in his hand, and the red tide in his eyes gradually faded, "Owner Cheng, look, I'm going to beat you away. Can you recommend me to participate in the competition in your restaurant?"

"But you are not a disciple in the museum..." The old man was still a little hesitant after all, "You will kill Chang Wu for me. This kind of kindness must be paid back, but I can give you some money as compensation. After all, the quota for the competition has been given to Ma Lin. If you give it to you again, it will be a bit unfair to her."

On the other side, a woman with shoe prints on her side covered her injured arm and walked over, looking at Xia Yi. She had never had any contact with the other party in the past. After all, a messenger was really hard to see, but her mood was unspeakable at this time.

"Although I thank you for driving away the senior brother, the quota is hard-won and I won't give it to you."

She slowly lifted the injured arm, "What's more, it's just injured. You can recover after a few days of rest..."

Just as the woman was talking, bloodshots surged in Xia Yi's eyes again, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and suddenly raised her hand and hit Ma Lin's arm with a stick.

"ah--"

The screams came out of the woman's mouth, and everyone around him burst into tears. Cheng Guangen also shouted loudly: "What are you doing?!"

"Of course I'll let her rest for a month..."

The stick was thrown on the ground, Xia Yi spread her hands and kept smiling: "Now...you can give me the quota."

The hero who originally saved the martial arts hall suddenly changed his role repeatedly, which was unexpected. He felt that the other party was even more cruel than Chang Wu.

"...Okay, I'll give you the quota."
Chapter completed!