"Are you...Zhou Shaohua?!" A name suddenly popped out of Yang Jing's mouth that surprised him. Zhou Shaohua, the head of the Iron Supervisor family, was as powerful as the Iron Supervisor of the Grave Guard!
So...the other three are...
During the first confrontation, Yang Jing felt a vague sense of familiarity from these four people, but Zhou Shaohua deliberately used knife skills to cover up his most conspicuous Bajiquan, so he didn't think about it at all.
It turned out to be him, no wonder it was so difficult to fight.
Although the Skynet organization's assessment of human strength is reasonable, it is aimed at a broad group and is not suitable for everyone. The group of lunatics in Chixiang Prison are quite different from the specific level framework. According to the assessment standards under normal circumstances
From the looks of it, the heads of the Iron Supervisor Households are high-level Silver level, but when it comes to actual fighting, their madness and murderous intent are enough to make up for the gaps in many aspects. Even those strong men from the outside world who have even stepped into the Gold level can challenge them. Just like
In a real battle, Luo Shengkai can survive the impact of the golden primary powerhouse.
To be fair, these strong men who came out of Chixiang Prison are half a level higher than the same level of strong men anywhere in the world, even the black boxing training camp and death fighting training camp known as the Devil's Base
, are far less tempering than the hell of Chixiang Prison.
"I didn't expect you to know me, Yang Jing. You are stronger than when you were in Chixiang Prison." The identity was revealed, and there was no need to continue to cover it up. The black cloth was torn off to reveal the angular cheeks, and the tattered black robe also
Then it was abandoned, and the real body was revealed, with a masculine and capable atmosphere without any concealment.
It was one of the few family heads who escaped from Chixiang Prison, the head of the Iron Prison, Zhou Shaohua!
"Hey, who am I? It's really you. It turns out it's you bastards who are pretending. But... I haven't seen you for a few days, and you Zhou Shaohua has become someone else's lackey. It's really sad." Yang Jing smiled coldly, his eyes
He returned to ferociousness and fanaticism again. Although he was still confused about why such a beast appeared among the wolves, his fighting spirit became even more fervent. No matter who he was, these things should be left to Brother Cheng or Xu Yun to have a headache, as long as he
He can fight to his heart's content and break through defenses, and the rest has nothing to do with him.
Inexplicable hatred flashed deep in his eyes, Zhou Shaohua snorted coldly: "Who is whose lackey, who is the final winner, it is too early to say now!"
"Really? It seems that you are still a bit petty, but I'm not interested in this." Yang Jing's momentum rose again, and his surging fighting spirit seemed to drive away the coldness of the winter night. The tungsten-gold stick shook and pointed diagonally.
Zhou Shaohua: "I have long wanted to understand the power of Bajiquan, Zhou Shaohua... don't let me down."
"Don't let me down." Zhou Shaohua took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly as his joints creaked, and a richer breath than before slowly circulated around his body. There was no longer any restraint, no more
With restraint, I can finally unleash my full strength!!
"Bajiquan - open!!" Using his mind to guide the energy and use his energy to destroy the power, Zhou Shaohua roared and struck out. He moved like a stretched bow and fired like thunder. The fierce and exploding iron fist fiercely attacked Yang Jing.
"Come on!!" Yang Jing looked at the round stool with eyes as angry as a tiger. He concentrated his strength on his hands and exerted his strength on the stick, blasting towards the unpretentious iron fist like a roaring tsunami.
Clang!! The iron fist and big stick struck instantly, and the surging force was like two huge waves hitting head-on, exploding with a roar, roaring and shaking.
Like fierce tigers, the two men retreated at the same time. Yang Jing took three and a half steps back, and Zhou Shaohua took five steps back. The superiority of the weak was immediately apparent.
"Haha!! Come again!!" Both hands and arms fully took over the terrifying power returned from the tungsten stick, and the severe pain was clearly transmitted, but Yang Jing enjoyed the severe pain like a drug, and roared even louder.
, with more evil intent, the big stick tumbled and rushed upward.
"As you wish!" Zhou Shaohua didn't give in. He stamped his feet fiercely, exerting force on his heels, walking on his waist, penetrating his fists, and brazenly facing the tungsten stick. Every impact surged with extremely manic explosive power.
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Bajiquan is a short-fighting boxing method, and its movements are extremely fierce. The offensive method emphasizes taking every inch, hitting hard and opening hard, and is extremely offensive. It shows the bravery of close combat in being hit, helped, squeezed, leaned on, collapsed, and shaken.
.Furthermore, the movements of Bajiquan are vigorous, simple and unpretentious, and the force is explosive. It has the potential to "sway your arms and hit the sky and knock you down, and stomp your feet to shake the nine states." It is praised by the outside world as the master of close combat. Zhou Shaohua was able to learn Bajiquan to the
It is a great achievement and has been tempered in the "Red Country Hell" for several years. You don't know how powerful it is!
Zhou Shaohua looks like a mad tiger. He exerts force and blows his breath together. The energy is combined and the inside and outside are unified. The more he fights, the stronger and more ruthless he becomes. His roar is like thunder, his momentum is majestic, and he exerts force from all directions. His eyes and hands are all over his body.
The movements are flexible and varied, with endless subtleties!
Walking like walking through mud, staying close to him, Zhou Shaohua charged at Yang Jing again and again, trying to break through the big stick and compete with him in close combat!
Yang Jing rolled around and hit him hard, trying to avoid being close to him. He had long heard about the power of Bajiquan in close combat. Once he got close to him, the big stick would lose its effect, which was equivalent to using bare hands and steel gloves.
Bo. Although he was proud, he was not so proud as Di Cheng was to fight head-on with Baji Quan.
What's more... Zhou Shaohua has his advantages and strengths, and Yang Jing also has his own advantages and strengths.
The force erupted by the tungsten stick weighing eighty-eight kilograms under the control of brute force is terrifying enough. Fierce sparks will erupt every time it hits, and Zhou Shaohua's ferocious tiger-like offensive will be blocked.
Without the help of the other three, even if he exerts his full Bajiquan, Zhou Shaohua cannot make up for the gap in strength. What's more, if the competition is fierce, Yang Jing is only stronger than him!
Just five minutes later, Zhou Shaohua's ferocious impact finally showed some signs of fatigue. His thick arms began to tremble uncontrollably under the continuous heavy blows with the tungsten stick, and he showed signs of inability to control his strength.
The scarlet blood continued to seep from the cracks in the gloves, and he felt as if the bones of both fists were already covered with cracks, and the severe pain made his face turn pale.
Although Yang Jing's hands were also covered in blood and his arms were shaking, because he directly received the impact force with his fists,... if this continued, he would eventually be the one to fail.
"What should we do?" In the center of the battlefield, the three men in black robes were anxious and angry. They charged several times, but were always blocked by the dense crowd and could not get through at all.
"What else can we do? Rush over!" The man in front started to look crazy. They had already understood Yang Jing's toughness. Zhou Shaohua himself couldn't hold on for long. Someone had to share the pressure with him, even if it was just one person!
"Charge over?" Looking at the fierce battle between the wolves and the snakemen in front of them, the expressions of the other two people also became ferocious.
"Charge over!" The man in front suddenly shouted, his body jumped, the iron rod rotated, and he fiercely charged into the crowd.
Bang!! Click!! The iron rod covered with spikes exerted terrifying power under the infusion of tyrannical power. A member of the Snake Gang who was fighting in the front was smashed on the head in a daze, and his brain was splashed with blood like watermelon juice.
shoot.
"Charge!!" The other two people also jumped up and charged towards the crowd with iron rods. Regardless of whether they were wolves or snakes, everyone in their sight was included in the attack range without exception.
There is no distinction between friend and foe at all, just to move forward.
"Are you fucking crazy?" A wolf pack leader yelled angrily, but as soon as he raised his voice, the iron rod came in the blink of an eye, breaking his spine with his waist. The angry expression solidified on his face, and his life disappeared in misery.
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"Charge!!!" The three men in black robes roared, and they beat wildly all the way. Under the terrifying shadow brought by the three iron rods, almost no one could make a decent stop. In just two minutes,
, six or seven people were killed tragically by the stick, and the crowd was finally in chaos. Faced with this brutal attack that did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, no one would be afraid.
The recently healed passage reappeared, and figures like two tigers attacking each other were also reflected in their sights.
At first, they were frightened by the fierce and shocking confrontation, but the three of them soon noticed something strange about Zhou Shaohua. The mask and black robe had all been taken off, and the nine-ring sword was replaced by an iron fist. He was completely using his true identity and his true identity.
Strength is fighting.
Exposed?? This voice flashed through the minds of the three people at the same time, so... there is no need to keep it. He grabbed the black robe and pulled it hard, throwing away the restraints that caused a lot of inconvenience to their movements, and the black cloth on their faces
Pull it off as well, revealing their true faces.
The leader of the Four Courtyards is Xiaoyan, the head of the Eleventh Courtyard is Ni Dongxu, and the head of the Thirteenth Courtyard is Fu Xinglei!
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