"Roar..." Tank roared again and rushed towards Yang Feng with his fist raised.
"Hey wait..." Yang Feng suddenly stretched out a hand and made a gesture to stop him.
Tank frowned, stopped, and stared at Yang Feng with his big bloodshot eyes: "What? Are you afraid of death? Don't you dare to fight?"
"No no no..." Yang Feng shook his head and said: "We must fight, but before we fight, how about we make a bet?"
Tank snorted: "Bet? What bet?"
"What if I win?" Yang Feng asked.
"Hahaha... You said you won before the fight started. I'm telling you, you won't win." Tank showed a contemptuous smile and pointed at Yang Feng arrogantly.
Yang Feng said: "Stop talking nonsense, what if I beat you?"
Tank snorted again and said: "If you can really defeat me, I am willing to lead the five hundred men behind me to retreat, and I will never be your enemy again."
"That won't work..." Yang Feng shook his head and said: "This is too cheap for you. Let's do this. If I beat you, you kneel down and kowtow to me until you bleed, and then go around the front of the nightclub.
How about running on this road while shouting 'Yang Feng is my grandfather'?"
Tank was furious when he heard this. Is Yang Feng playing a trick on him?
Tank gritted his teeth, pointed at Yang Feng and said: "You brat, if you are lucky enough to defeat me, I promise to kowtow to you and call you grandpa, but I tell you, you can't beat me, if you lose
, I will beat you to a pulp..."
"Okay, it's settled." Yang Feng slapped his hands fiercely.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the muscles in Tank's body swelled, and he rushed towards Yang Feng with his fists raised, making a strange scream from his mouth.
"Bang..." Tank's fist hit Yang Feng's chest like a hammer, blowing up a cold wind and sweeping across Yang Feng's face.
Everyone gasped. If Yang Feng was hit by this punch, he would either die or be injured, because the power of this punch was too great.
Yang Feng's expression didn't change at all, and he didn't move at all. When Tank's fist was about to reach his chest and mouth, he suddenly leaned back.
"Huh..." Tank's punch failed and hit the air, not hitting Yang Feng.
After Yang Feng leaned back, he made a sliding step and reached behind the tank at lightning speed.
Tank was shocked. He thought he was very fast, but he didn't expect that Yang Feng was faster than himself.
Arriving behind Tank, Yang Feng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder and shouted: "Hey buddy, here it is..."
Tank turned around suddenly, and because his body was too big, he brought up a cold wind when he turned around.
"Pa..." What Tank never expected was that as soon as he turned around, Yang Feng slapped him hard in the face.
Tank only felt a burning pain on the left side of his face. He screamed and lunged at Yang Feng again with his fist raised.
After Yang Fan slapped him, with a joking smile on his face, he quickly retreated to distance himself from the tank.
"Look at the punch..." The tank monster yelled and punched Yang Feng in the face.
This time Yang Feng did not hide, but also stretched out his fist to meet him.
"Bang..." The two people's fists collided together, making a muffled sound.
Powerful, exciting and impeccable.
Then the two of them immediately retreated. Yang Feng frowned slightly, and his left arm felt a slight pain and numbness. It could be seen that the force of Tank's punch just now was still quite strong, even though he was so experienced.
The person who was fighting was also slightly numb from the shock of that punch.
Tank, on the other hand, was much worse than Yang Feng. He frowned at first, then his face turned red, and then he let out a scream and shook his arm vigorously.
Tank's punch was very powerful, but Yang Feng's punch was stronger than him. He was directly shocked by Yang Feng's punch and his whole arm started to hurt, and his fist was even more painful.
After a while, Tank was still grinning in pain, while Jincheng and Dashan over there laughed unconsciously: "Hahaha, this big guy isn't that strong after all. He was so punched by Brother Feng that he looked deflated.
The three children are the same..."
Tank became even angrier, staring at Yang Feng with his bell-like eyes.
Seeing his furious look, Yang Feng still had a joking smile and raised his fingers at him: "Come on, big guy, come again..."
"Roar..." Tank roared again and rushed towards Yang Feng with both feet. Due to his huge body, his feet made a thumping sound when he stepped on the ground.
Yang Feng suppressed his smile and said to himself: "Okay, I won't waste my time anymore and will play with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Feng stepped firmly on the ground and his body rose into the air, flying towards the tank like a piece of paper blown by the wind.
Tank sensed that something was wrong and ducked to avoid Yang Feng's attack, then raised his fist to attack Yang Feng's lower body.
The two fought together.
Although Yang Feng is tall, he is thin and light, while Tank is fat and bulky, like a heavy bear, so it is quite funny for them to fight together.
From time to time there were banging and banging sounds in the venue.
Neither of them used weapons, their weapons were their fists, but the fight between the two became more and more fierce, and the air was filled with a tense fighting atmosphere.
"Bang..." With a muffled bang, Tank staggered, his fat body took a few steps back, and fell to the ground unsteadily, hitting the ground hard, almost breaking the ground.
After a closer look at the big hole, it turned out that Yang Feng had punched him hard in the chest and mouth.
But Tank immediately stood up and rushed towards Yang Feng again.
"Papa papa..." Several crisp slaps came, and everyone looked closely. Yang Feng did not know what tricks he had used to get in front of Tank, raised his hand and slapped him repeatedly, and
Tank wanted to fight back, but before he even raised his fist, Yang Feng was already behind him lightly. As soon as Tank turned around, he was slapped several more times.
The fighting style of the two of them was almost funny. After a while, Tank's two big faces were swollen by Yang Fan. Originally, his face was big and his eyes were small. Now, his face was bigger and his eyes were smaller.
It's like a meat pie with two black beans on it, it looks extremely funny.
"Pah, pah, pah..." The sound of slaps could be heard from time to time in the field. The tank had been beaten by Yang Feng and was unable to fight back. It was dizzy and stars were shooting in front of its eyes.
He gasped for air and waved two huge fists, one on the left and one on the right, but he still couldn't hit Yang Feng.
Although a big guy like Tank is very powerful, he also has a shortcoming, that is, his body is bulky. Yang Feng took advantage of this, and while avoiding dexterously, he raised his hand to attack Tank. However, his attack method was a bit special, always
Slap the tank.
The five hundred younger members of the New Tiger Gang were all stunned. Tank was a god-like existence in their minds, very powerful. But now, their leader, Tank, was like a monkey being played with in front of Yang Feng.
He was unable to fight back.
They couldn't believe it.
As for Ba Ye, the people at Jincheng Jufeng Hall were completely relieved and just watched the fight in the field with a relaxed look. They were not worried at all, because they knew that in this battle, Brother Feng would definitely
win.
"Damn it, what kind of bullshit hall master, it doesn't matter in front of Brother Feng..." Jincheng muttered proudly, admiring Yang Feng even more in his heart, and regarded Yang Feng as a god-like existence.
After dozens of rounds, Tank's huge body was already swaying, his two faces were swollen like steamed buns, there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were so bright that he couldn't stand still.
Yang Feng clapped his hands, took a few steps back, pointed at the tank and said: "Big guy, you lost, don't forget the bet we just made, kneel down, kowtow to me, and call me grandpa..."
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Tank shook his body a few times and finally regained his balance. He raised his fist again, but immediately his fist dropped again and fell to the ground like a pile of mud, gasping for air.
Tank's heart contained anger, surprise, unwillingness, and various complex emotions.
He finally understood why his good brother Zhang Zhang was so powerful, but was killed by Yang Feng in just a few moves. This Yang Feng was really unfathomable and powerful.
Tank could hardly accept it. After all, he was the most powerful among the seven leaders of the New Tiger Gang. He was almost invincible in defeating the underworld. However, in front of Yang Feng, he was like a monkey being played with, embarrassed and vulnerable.
And in front of five hundred new Tiger Gang members, how could I feel so embarrassed?
"Young man, I'm going to kill you..." Tank was furious and struggled to stand up again, wanting to attack again.
But Yang Feng no longer gave him this chance. Before he could stand up, Yang Feng walked over and stepped on his chest and mouth. He stepped on him straight down and said, "What? Big guy?"
Boss, do you want to keep your words? Don’t want to admit defeat after losing? Still want to fight me? Let me tell you, even if you fight me for another hundred rounds, you will still lose. Don’t waste your efforts. Come on, follow your instructions
As I said before, kneel down and kowtow to me and call me grandpa..."
The tank was trampled to the point of being out of breath. The more than 500 new Tiger Gang members were stunned before, but now they saw that their leader was defeated, so they all raised their machetes and wanted to rush forward.
There is no next chapter, let’s read something else first