"Haha... No matter how good your kung fu is, you can't beat guns and cannons." The big strong brother who fell on the ground laughed wantonly.
The young man turned his back to the big, strong man, with an imperceptible chuckle on his lips: "Do you think you have a chance to shoot?"
The words were still in his ears, and the young man suddenly disappeared from the sight of the big strong brother. The big strong brother's heart suddenly jumped, and he pulled the trigger with his right hand holding the gun, but found that he didn't hear what he expected at all.
That "bang!" gunshot
I don't know when, a white and slender palm pinched Brother Da Zhuang's right hand that was holding the gun. A sharp pain came from his right hand to his mind. Brother Da Zhuang felt that his eyesight went dark, and he almost felt pain.
fainted
The owner of the palm was that young man. The young man gently let go of his palm as if nothing had happened. A deformed pistol and a deformed palm appeared in front of everyone.
There was no blood splattering, and there was no creepy sound of bones breaking. Everything seemed so natural and light.
"Wow...!"
Brother Da Zhuang's belated screams were heard only now. A boneless palm drooped softly, and a ball of pitch-black scrap metal fell to the hard cement floor with a clang, making a unique sound of metal.
sound
The screams woke up the stunned people present. Seeing their boss in such a miserable state, the three gangsters couldn't help but tremble with fear, fearing that the young man would come to cause trouble for them.
"Take him away!" The young man said to the three gangsters expressionlessly, his tone still cold.
"Yes Yes……"
Huang Mao and others who were originally extremely arrogant now didn't even dare to fart, so they immediately ran over. Two of them, one on the left and one on the right, lifted Brother Da Zhuang, who was still holding his right hand and groaning in pain, and picked it up from the ground.
The pistol, which had become a piece of scrap metal, left in panic
As soon as the four gangsters left, the long-haired boy, the young man and the beautiful girl who was molested were left in the alley.
"My hero, please stay!"
The long-haired boy was about to turn around and leave. The young man shouted loudly and limped towards the boy.
"What's the matter with you?" The young man looked at the young man with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
"Hero...please accept me as your disciple!" The young man walked up to the young man, suddenly knelt down on his feet, and kowtowed to his master. The kung fu shown by the young man just now was really amazing.
A pistol is crushed into a piece of scrap metal. How much hand strength does it take to do it?
The young man is obviously a martial arts fanatic, but all he has learned are some Sanda fighting techniques or boxing and swordsmanship routines. The so-called Kung Fu routines and Sanda fighting techniques that are circulated among the people are just ordinary stuff. No matter how well you practice,
He is just a low-level warrior who is stronger than ordinary people. Otherwise, this brave young man would not be defeated by the small leader of the Sirius Gang who only knows how to use the Heavenly Wolf Fist.
"Why should I accept you as my disciple?" The young man was also very surprised.
"The good teacher learned that my disciple has been fond of martial arts since he was a child. Some martial arts gyms in the city, such as karate dojos and taekwondo gyms, are places frequented by his disciples. Although with his own hard work and talent, his fighting level has improved rapidly, and his practical experience has gained more and more.
The richer, but the disciple only knows what real martial arts is today. I hope the master will accept the disciple as his disciple because of his incomparable enthusiasm for martial arts."
With tears and runny noses, the young man told the young man his yearning for martial arts and his misery of not being able to meet a famous teacher.
"I won't accept you as my disciple, don't waste your time on me." The young man turned around and was about to walk out. Unexpectedly, the young man knelt down and took two steps forward, hugging the young man's legs.
"Master, please take pity on me and accept me as your disciple. The disciple swears to obey the master's instructions. If the master asks me to go to the mountain of swords, the disciple will not dare to step down from the frying pan. If the master asks me to get off the frying pan, the disciple will never dare to step into the frying pan."
Mountain"
Seeing the young man's nose and face swollen, and speaking so pitifully, the girl who was watching couldn't help but said: "Just accept him."
The long-haired boy thought to himself that if he wanted to avenge his family's destruction, he couldn't do it alone. As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers, so it seemed that he had to form a force of his own. Although this young man looked a little frivolous, he had a deep heart.
It's not bad. I'm a bit older and missed the golden stage of martial arts training, but it's not that I can't achieve success.
Thinking of this, the long-haired boy had the desire to become a disciple. The boy's legs shook slightly, and an irresistible force immediately pushed the young man back. The young man's hand holding the boy's legs was also bounced away.
The young man was stunned, knowing that the young man in front of him was incredibly capable and a martial arts master with unique skills. His determination to become a disciple became even more firm.
"It's not easy to be your disciple," the long-haired boy said coldly.
"Master, please make it clear!" The young man is also a very smart person, and he knows with one point that he is already interested in accepting a disciple.