Hearing Yang Fan's words, Xu Biao showed a ferocious smile and said, "I hope you won't regret it." As he spoke, Xu Biao took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, revealing all his tendons.
I have to say that Xu Biao's muscles are still very developed. As for his combat effectiveness, it's hard to say yet. However, judging from the tendon meat on his body, he is still very intimidating.
Xu Biao's shirt was torn into strips as he took it off. As he walked towards Yang Fan, Xu Biao wrapped the strips around his hands, round and round. Xu Biao wrapped them very tightly. Although the winding was
Wrapping the cloth strips on the body will give people the feeling that it may be soft when applied to the body, but in fact this is not the case. Wrap the cloth strips on your hands. As long as you wrap them firmly enough, the power is not small, and the key is that it can be effective.
to reduce reaction force.
The effect of force is reciprocal. If you punch someone, your hand will also hurt. Xu Biao wrapped the cloth around him, obviously knowing that Yang Fan was in good health and preparing to fight with Yang Fan for a long time.
Yang Fan slowly took off his shirt, threw it to the crow, and also walked towards Xu Biao. However, Yang Fan didn't do what Xu Biao did, he just wore a shirt and walked towards Xu Biao leisurely.
The distance between the two is not far, and they are walking towards each other at the same time, and they will meet soon.
Xu Biao suddenly kicked out and went straight to Yang Fan's door.
Yang Fan sidestepped and punched Xu Biao's calf. The human calf bone is also called the face bone. Being hit is very painful and is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. Hitting the opponent's face bone will cause extreme damage to the opponent.
Large damage, which can greatly limit the opponent's ability to counterattack.
However, Xu Biao's skills were indeed good. Although his moves were old, his reactions were extremely fast. Seeing that Yang Fan's fist was about to land on his face, Xu Biao punched Yang Fan's temple without even thinking.
The temple is also one of the vulnerable parts of the human body. Naturally, Yang Fan would not suffer a lose-lose situation with Xu Biao. He immediately lowered his head to avoid Xu Biao's punch. However, the punch he aimed at Xu Biao's face also failed.
Xu Biao took a step back, took a deep breath, and then moved forward again. His punches were like lightning. He hit Yang Fan seven or eight times almost instantly. Moreover, the punches did not leave Yang Fan's vital parts.
Yang Fan stood still and did not retreat. His arms and knees moved at almost the same time, blocking all seven or eight of Xu Biao's punches.
At this time, Xu Biao's blow had missed. Yang Fan saw the opportunity and slapped Xu Biao on the face with his backhand, almost knocking Xu Biao to the ground. As you can imagine, Yang Fan
How powerful is this slap?
Yang Fan did not pursue the victory, but stood there and looked at Xu Biao.
Xu Biao stood up straight, quickly took two steps back, spat out a mouthful of blood, and rubbed his already red and swollen cheeks.
Zhang Ershe sighed inwardly when he saw this scene. The result of the fight between Xu Biao and Yang Fan could already be seen. Xu Biao was no match for Yang Fan.
Xu Yuan looked happy. She was naturally happy to see Yang Fan's victory. She had always admired Yang Fan, and now she was Yang Fan's underground lover. Of course, she was looking forward to Yang Fan's victory. What's more, she would take over the reins completely in the future.
The Three Snakes Club had to ask Yang Fan to help her.
"Biaozi, you are no match for Yang Fan in terms of fists and kicks." Zhang Ershe spoke at this time and stretched out his right hand.
Suddenly, a young man from the Three Snakes Club lifted off his upper body clothes, took out a sharp machete, and put it on Zhang Ershe's hand.
Zhang Ershe waved his hand, and the machete flew towards the middle of Yang Fan and Xu Biao, and was accurately inserted into the ground between them.
"Since it's a life and death battle, don't worry about it so much. My second uncle will give you another chance." Zhang Ershe said directly after finishing all this.
Yang Fan glanced at Zhang Ershe and cursed in his heart: "Damn, it's so unkind. You know I won't kill Xu Biao, but you throw him out so quickly."
Although he was slandering in his heart, Yang Fan also knew that even if Xu Biao took away the machete, Zhang Ershe would not watch Xu Biao hack him to death.
However, Zhang Ershe whipped out a machete so quickly. He obviously saw that Xu Biao was no match for him in terms of fists and kicks, and he obviously wanted to favor Xu Biao. Otherwise, if he continued, Xu Biao would be better in terms of fists and kicks.
If you fight with him for a while, you will definitely be beaten badly by him. At that time, even if Xu Biao has a machete in his hand, it may not be very powerful.
At this moment, Xu Biao rolled around like a lazy ass and reached out to pull out the machete on the ground.
Yang Fan sneered, stepped out, and stepped hard on Xu Biao's head.
Yang Fan would not let Xu Biao get this machete so easily.
Facing the big foot falling from the sky, Xu Biao had to roll away to one side. When he rolled away, his hand was only twenty centimeters away from the machete.
However, Xu Biao would not let Yang Fan pull out the machete on the ground so easily. While rolling away, he kicked Yang Fan's calf in the face, forcing Yang Fan to retreat.
Xu Biao quickly stood up, and the two of them were three steps away from the machete on the ground.
"No need to waste your efforts, you are destined to not be able to get this machete." Yang Fan said and walked towards Xu Biao.
Xu Biao naturally didn't want Yang Fan to pick up the machete on the ground and walked towards Yang Fan.
This time, both of them understood that they were going to stand in front of the machete and fight hand-to-hand. The one who fell would have no chance to get the machete, and the one who was standing would pick up the machete on the ground and end the other's life.
"Go to hell." Xu Biao roared angrily and punched Yang Fan in the face.
Yang Fan raised his left arm to block Xu Biao's punch. The fist of his right hand had already been punched out. Xu Biao did not dare to retreat and kicked Yang Fan in the lower abdomen, hoping to force Yang Fan to block the kick.
Xu Biao's hope came true, but at the same time he was disappointed because Yang Fan blocked his kick with his legs instead of his hands. The fist of his right hand hit Xu Biao hard on the bridge of his nose.
With a soft "click" sound, Xu Biao covered his nose and took a step back. Blood flowed down Xu Biao's fingers. With this punch, Xu Biao's nose bone was probably broken.
Yang Fan smiled at Xu Biao, bought the machete in one step, and kicked his leg to the side. Xu Biao did not expect that Yang Fan would step over the machete without pulling it out. He rolled his eyes and immediately took a few steps back again.
Yang Fan pressed forward, not giving Xu Biao any chance to breathe.
Xu Biao retreated again, and Yang Fan advanced again.
Suddenly, Xu Biao quickly bypassed Yang Fan and headed in the direction of the machete.
Yang Fan buckled his belt, turned around and waved the belt in his hand. The belt buckle accurately hit Xu Biao on the back of the head. Xu Biao was running forward and was hit by the belt buckle. He ran a few steps with inertia and banged.
He fell to the ground with a sound. At this time, Xu Biao had already surpassed the position of the machete.
Yang Fan walked back and said, "I used this trick to escape in the hospital. How about it? It feels good, right?"
Xu Biao got up and kicked Yang Fan without looking. Yang Fan dodged, holding the belt buckle in one hand and the belt tail in the other, and instantly wrapped it around Xu Biao's calf twice, and then pulled hard, Xu Biao
Biao suddenly fell to the ground and groaned in pain.
At this time, the belt in Yang Fan's hand had already been loosened. Yang Fan quickly took a step forward and grabbed Xu Biao's hands. The other hand quickly tied the belt into a knot, binding Xu Biao's waist.
With both hands, he pulled Xu Biao to the ground with force, and pulled Xu Biao towards the direction of the machete.
Xu Biao struggled endlessly. Yang Fan turned around and kicked Xu Biao's arm. A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xu Biao's painful forehead because Yang Fan kicked him directly on the elbow joint.
At this time, Yang Fan had already pulled Xu Biao to the machete.
"Don't you want to take this machete?" Yang Fan said, tearing off Xu Biao's head and pressing Xu Biao's neck towards the machete.
Xu Biao tilted his head back hard, curled up and tried to kick Yang Fan away. Yang Fan immediately punched Xu Biao in the face, causing one of Xu Biao's legs to temporarily lose its offensive power.
Xu Biao knew that even if he kicked out the other leg, the result would be the same. He immediately stopped moving and concentrated all his strength on his head, leaning back hard. However, he couldn't resist it.
With the strength in Yang Fan's hand, his neck was still moving bit by bit towards the machete blade on the ground.
Finally, the cold blade was pressed against Xu Biao's neck. The feeling of dying suddenly surged from the bottom of Xu Biao's heart, and Xu Biao's whole body became cold.
With a "crack" sound, Yang Fan pulled out the machete with his other hand. The sharp machete made a very thin wound on Xu Biao's neck, and a drop of blood flowed out along Xu Biao's wound.
Yang Fan stood up, lightly kicked Xu Biao's head, and said, "Xu Biao, you are already dead."
Xu Biao's eyes widened, and it took him a while to come to his senses. He immediately got up and touched his neck. It was just a very fine wound that tightly cut the skin of his neck, and did not cut it.
Open his throat.
"Why don't you kill me?" Xu Biao asked in shock.
"Because I promised someone not to kill you." Yang Fan looked down at Xu Biao and said, "However, you are dead tonight, you should understand what this means."
"I understand." Xu Biao asked immediately: "Who did you promise not to kill me? My second uncle?"
"No." Yang Fan slowly shook his head and asked, "Who do you want to know?"
Xu Biao nodded silently.
"Okay, come with me." After Yang Fan said this, he turned around and left.
Xu Biao stood up and followed Yang Fan forward. Suddenly he stopped and said, "My little brothers, can we let them go now?"
"You have to ask your second uncle this question." Yang Fan said without looking back.