"Okay!" Everyone in the hot spring cheered immediately. They once again saw the tough side of the iron tongs. They would rather break an arm than go all out to attack the opponent. The name of the iron tongs is well-deserved!
"Hey, kid, don't hold on!"
"Iron pincers, please be merciful, don't really beat him to death, this kid is quite powerful, he is a rare talent!"
"Since you lost, don't blame us for not being able to join the Wolf Gang for the time being!"
In their view, although Zhang Yujie lost, he did not disgrace Wutang's reputation. Therefore, they did not ridicule him, but felt pity for him. Some even couldn't help but said: "If we wait a few more years, I'm afraid the iron tongs will
He is no longer his opponent.”[
The iron pincers fired a total of fifteen punches. Zhang Yujie did not avoid a single punch, but he did not fall down either.
The iron tongs stopped.
Zhang Yujie's face was covered with scars, and blood was bleeding from his mouth and nose, but he still stood firm.
Iron Clamp said: "I lost."
Everyone was shocked and didn't know why. Zhou Tong was already on the shore. When he took a closer look, he found that Zhang Yujie was holding the broken arm of the iron clamp with one hand, and the other hand was clenched into a fist and stretched straight out.
, aimed at the heart of the iron pliers, only less than an inch away.
Zhou Tong opened his mouth wide. It turned out that when the iron pincers fired those fifteen punches, the door to his chest was wide open, and Zhang Yujie's fist could easily hit his heart. And with the power of Zhang Yujie's fist,
One punch can kill the iron pincer! Fifteen punches from the iron pincer are equivalent to death fifteen times!
Zhang Yujie slowly lowered his arms, with a smile on his face, but his bloody face looked particularly terrifying: "I originally thought you would deny it, but now it seems I was wrong."
"I once swore in my heart that I would rather die in battle than admit defeat, but now I have died fifteen times." Tieqiu said with a bitter smile: "I have already died, so there is no point in being stubborn and refusing to admit defeat."
Only then did everyone discover the mystery, and everyone was speechless, not knowing what to say.
Zhang Yujie walked to the edge of the pool, squatted down, washed his face with hot spring water, and washed away the blood on his face. He glanced at the long-faced corpse sinking at the bottom of the water, and felt scared for a while. What he did just now was indeed too risky, but it was inappropriate.
How can a tiger be caught in a tiger's den? It's not that easy to make a cold and hard person like Iron Pliers surrender.