Allen also came to the streets of Manhattan, and he soon found Cat Master and Boyka. Their fight had made three blocks a mess.
"I didn't expect it wasn't over yet." Allen was holding a paper bag filled with fried food, and he was putting food into his mouth as he spoke.
Mr. Cat was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was covered with blood. He gasped and said, "Don't worry, fat man, I'm going to win soon."
Boyka also looked very embarrassed, but not as miserable as Mr. Cat. He spat again: "This tenacious bastard..."
Allen said with a relaxed expression: "It doesn't matter what happens. Wang Xu should have been killed by Dimi anyway. I can wait for you to finish the fight and then decide whether to take action or not depending on the situation."
"Hahahahaha..." Mr. Cat suddenly laughed wildly, laughing and coughing out a large mouthful of blood from his lungs: "Only you? Haha...can you kill Wang Xu? Hahahaha..." This thing seems like
It was so funny that he almost fell to his knees after laughing.
Allen snorted coldly: "Do you think there are still people in this world who can survive the attacks of the three battle groups and our brothers in Midnight? Look at yourself! What situation are you in now?"
"Ha...hehe..." Master Mao finally stopped laughing: "Three battle groups? Humph... I thought the organization controlled by the guy who held "Zongheng Chapter" would have such strong combat power, but it turned out
Well, they are a bunch of miscellaneous fish. They really have one trumpet, each blowing his own tune. The wolf is better than the dog..." He raised his head and glanced at Boyka: "As long as I beat the Russian guy to the ground, what you said
Aren't the 'three battle groups' the same as total annihilation?"
Before Allen could respond, a smile appeared at the corner of Boyka's mouth, and he rushed: "I don't care about any war group or midnight, scalpel boy, listen to me, I am the great Boyka
!King of fighting! I will not lose to you!" After he said that, he charged forward.
This battle has been going on for a long time, but Boyka's speed has not slowed down at all. After his figure disappeared briefly, he appeared in the air directly in front of the cat. With a sharp kick, he was already approaching the cat.
My throat.
Mr. Mao stepped on his feet and retreated quickly, raising his arms in front of him to protect himself. There was some unknown energy wrapped around his fists, as if he was defending and leading the attack.
Boyka didn't care about this, he still stepped in, only to hear a bang, his boots collided with the energy in Master Cat's hand, a burst of energy exploded, and both of them rebounded and flew out. But Boyka
Before Ka could fly far, he stepped on the air with his foot, turned back and attacked again at an explosive speed, and approached Master Cat no more than a few feet away. He pressed down on the leg with another condescending strike, slashing suddenly like a battle axe.
fall.
Cat Master has been fighting with him for countless times, and it can be said that he has gone back and forth countless times. This Russian guy is dangerous and murderous at every turn. He has no extra moves, no fancy moves, only fists and kicks that follow him, and monster-like speed and strength.
.
The kick in front of him is another killing move. It cannot be blocked. If you block it, you will die. There are no exceptions. Master Mao's instinct tells him that he must avoid it. Mingdong is his only choice, and it is also the one he has used the most to support him until now.
moves.
Cat Master did not retreat, but instead rushed forward and appeared behind Boyka in an instant. In this brief moment, they were back to back, but both of them suddenly changed their moves as if they had eyes behind their backs.
The energy in Mr. Mao's fists was even stronger than before. He turned around and punched his opponent in the lower back.
Boyka's pressing leg had just touched the ground at this time. According to common sense, this stamping would at least split the road with a huge crack of 500 meters long, but his heel actually tapped the ground lightly, without any impact.
The appearance of half strength.
Master Mao understood clearly. The Russian guy's control and reflexes were terrifying. He actually transferred his power in this flash of lightning.
Boyka sneered. He thought he had won. At this moment, his attacking leg was changed to a supporting leg, and the other leg, carrying the huge impact of the blow just now, kicked out and met him.
Cat's fist.
The disparity in strength between the two people will lead to the result that after the fists and feet collide, the impact force will penetrate into Master Mao's body from the knuckles, along the arms, shoulder blades, and enter the torso, destroying the internal organs, ribs, spine...
If the brain's protective mechanism cannot bear this kind of pain, the person will fall into a coma. Even if it can bear it, and the toughness of Mr. Cat's spine is lucky enough to prevent him from being paralyzed, the only parts of his body that can move freely are probably only the upper part of the neck and the upper part of the body.
Below the knees.
But everything did not develop as Boyka expected...
"What's going on?" Allen, who was watching the battle, put down the food that was brought to his mouth in surprise.
The two people standing in front of me were like standing still, they were locked in a stalemate, and where their fists and feet struck each other, there was not even the slightest ripple.
"Could it be that they were evenly matched?!" Allen was surprised.
Boyka didn't understand how Cat Master could withstand this attack, but he was not a person who hesitated. As he said, he was the king of fighting. So he immediately withdrew this kick and then used another one.
One leg whipped out a semi-volleying roundhouse kick.
Master Mao blocked again, using another fist. The attack was neutralized again.
The next roundhouse kick arrived in front of Mr. Cat in less than a second, but he was still able to block it.
In the next ten seconds, Boyka's continuous roundhouse kicks came one after another. The cat alternated his left and right hands and received them one by one with his fists.
Then, he changed his moves again. Boyka shortened the attack distance, leaned closer, swept, picked, chopped, smashed, counterattacked, and attacked the cat's head with elbows.
Master Cat, on the other hand, remains unchanged in response to all changes. No matter how you hit me, I will block it with both fists. Using elbows close to the body can indeed increase the rhythm and speed of the attack, but as long as you are a human, you only have two arms. Since everyone
With two hands, I will definitely be able to take them one by one.
Seeing that the continuous attacks were ineffective, Boyka continued to change his moves, using his hands and feet together, and performed three moves in a row: fish and teeth interlaced, flying birds overturning nests, and lifting Mount Sumeru.
Mr. Cat took two steps back, opened a slight distance, and still reluctantly accepted it.
Boyka then transformed the form into sub-moves: the divine elephant smacks its teeth, the lion crosses the stream, and the divine monkey offers its ring. With the rapid changes in boxing skills, Cat Master is gradually forced into a desperate situation.
Mr. Cat couldn't help but marvel at this time. It seemed that it was not a matter of the number of hands and feet. Even if I had three hands, I probably wouldn't be able to catch it.
And Allen, that damn fat guy, happened to do something to add insult to injury at this most critical moment. The timing of this guy's stabbing in the back was absolutely perfect. He took out a handful of bones from the greasy paper bag.
Surprised when the pistol came, he raised the gun and shot.
