There was a group of grunting and hapless people at their feet, facing three or five hesitant gangsters. This scene seemed familiar to everyone.
Su Zimu touched his nose with his thumb, feeling like he was possessed by Brother Xiao Long.
It turns out I can fight so well!
One word: cool!
"Trash!" Centipede's faces came out more and more, and the remaining scoundrels retreated one after another as if they had been granted amnesty.
Hey, here comes the old one after beating the younger ones. Is this the real one coming to the fore?
Centipede's face sneered, and there was disdain in his confident eyes: "Young pretty boy, we can't be acquainted without fighting. If you know each other, follow me. Otherwise, don't blame Mr. Hu for being ruthless with fists and kicks!"
Is there something wrong with this person’s mind? Thank you so much!
"Follow you?" Su Zimu sneered, "What are you going to do? Robbery and bully men and women? This is all you have for a grown-up? Do you want me to take a piss and take care of you?"
When it comes to talking nonsense, anchors are professionals!
With one sentence, Centipede choked and felt short of breath, his face became more and more gloomy: "Looking for death!"
Before he finished speaking, Su Zimu's eyes blurred, and Centipede suddenly came in front of him and punched him in the chest.
Su Zimu stepped back a few steps, slamming into the earth wall behind him.
It's not like being punched, but like being hit by a battering ram!
Su Zimu was confused at that time. He thought that Centipede's face was just like that, but he never expected to kick it onto the iron plate.
Centipede was arrogant and unforgiving. He rushed forward and punched and kicked Su Zimu for more than 30 times and more than 20 times. He beat Su Zimu so hard that he couldn't even lift his head.
Su Zimu was angry and anxious. He wanted to fight back, but he couldn't even catch the shadow of the centipede's face.
After all, he grew up in a peaceful era, and Military Body Boxing was the only physical skill he had ever been exposed to. It was more than enough to deal with gangsters, but he was really unable to deal with Centipede Face.
But although the opponent's punches and kicks were heavy, they were not unbearable. Anyway, he couldn't see where the centipede's face was. Su Zimu simply gave up the treatment and used the Windmill King's Eight Fists, sweeping and smashing them without hesitation.
The tortoise's fist was opened and closed in an unrestrained manner. Although it was not very organized, it was able to kill the old master with random punches, disrupting the rhythm of Centipede's face. All-out attack turned into defense during attack.
The two people's arms collided several times. Su Zimu felt a sharp pain, but he was holding back his breath and gritted his teeth, refusing to give in.
Instead, Centipede suddenly took a few steps back, pinched and stroked his arms behind his back, relaxing his muscles and activating blood circulation to relieve the pain.
How could this kid bear such a beating? His arms were numb from the shock, but the pretty boy didn't have any trouble at all?
Su Zimu shook his arm, rubbed his swollen and sore cheeks, and spat viciously: "Come again!"
When heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to a man, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions... What else comes next? I really can’t remember it!
But this is not the point. The point is that I encountered so many twists and turns just after crossing over. It must be the tempering given by God. This is the rhythm that will make me great in the future!
Let the storm come more violently!
The scar on Centipede's face twitched: "Young pretty boy is still going strong. Do you really think you were able to defeat Mr. Hu in those two attacks?"
I really put you down, where can I put Mr. Hu’s face?
In full view of everyone, Centipede couldn't help but rushed forward without saying a word.
Su Zimu still responded with the king's eight punches. He didn't care whether the centipede was punching or kicking, he just focused on waving it around.
After a while, the two of them exchanged more than a hundred moves.
Su Zimu ignored the pain and fought more and more bravely, but Centipede Face was exhausted both physically and mentally, his strength weakened, and his speed became slower and slower.
It was also a coincidence that Su Zimu suddenly felt that there was something in his hand, and instinctively grabbed it, only to find that it was the centipede-faced arm.
Centipede screamed inwardly and used all his strength to fly up, intending to force Su Zimu to let go.
But Su Zimu had been feeling aggrieved for a long time, and finally took advantage of the opportunity. How could he let it go?
He suddenly exerted force, pulled the centipede's face in front of him, rounded his arms, and gave it a hard blow.
Centipede bent his arms to block it, and then the arms collided with each other, making a muffled sound.
A huge force hit, and Centipede's face and feet were knocked off his feet, and he almost fell to the ground.
Su Zimu grabbed his opponent tightly, hit him again and blocked him, continued to hit him and blocked him.
Every time there was a collision, Centipede's face had to take a few steps back. In an instant, he retreated to the street and was punched into the wall by Su Zimu.
The onlookers were all dumbfounded. The smart ones quietly retreated and fled, while the not-so-smart ones were dumbfounded and sweating profusely.
Su Zimu suddenly roared violently, turned his anger into strength, and hit Centipede's arm with a heavy punch.
There was a crisp click, and the iron stake-like forearm was broken on the spot.
The centipede had a hard face and just grunted, refusing to cry out.
But once this arm is broken, his skill is immediately reduced.
Su Zimu knew that being kind to the enemy meant being cruel to oneself. He had no intention of holding back at all. Ping-ping-pong-pong was just a combination of punches: "I asked you to fight, and you felt really good about it, didn't you?"
Centipede Face tightly protected its head and face. It could only parry but had no power to fight back, but it did not forget to retaliate: "Well done!"
I go?
Su Zimu was shocked, do you think you are in charge of Guanxi?
Look for the flaw and hit the opponent's weak spot with a punch: "If you dare to try to trick me, you are so screwed up, aren't you!"
"Continue!" Centipede's face was so painful that his voice changed its tone.
Ouch? Did you run into some trouble?
Su Zimu tried harder and punched him several times: "You dare to talk back, I'm going to let you talk back!"
The centipede's face spurted blood from its mouth and nose, but it still had a tough mouth: "If you dare, beat me to death!"
Shout out, this guy is tougher than Zhen Guanxi!
Su Zimu kicked Centipede on the face and knees: "I told you to be tough, show me how tough you are again!"
The protagonist in the movie is a tough guy who refuses to compromise at all times, and often wins the admiration of his opponents.
But the Su University anchor never thought so.
If he is a good person, even if he is a coward, he can be tolerant to the maximum extent; otherwise, he is nothing like a centipede face, and no matter how stubborn he is, he is still a scourge that will only bring disaster to good people!
What is there to admire about such a scumbag?
The judgment standard is a bit idealistic, but Su Zimu has his own scale.
As a modern person, Su Zimu has no intention of killing Centipede Face, but he also wants to ensure that Centipede Face never has the ability to cause trouble again!
"That's about it." A faint voice suddenly came from behind, "You are a monk after all, why should you be so familiar with such a villain."
Monk? Are you talking about me?
Su Zimu suddenly turned around and saw a young man in his early twenties standing five meters away, wearing a green outfit.
"Who are you?" Su Zimu's eyes were alert.
"If you don't want to change your name, you won't change your surname. That's the case with Wu Zongxian." Young Master shook off his folding fan with a careless smile on his face, "It's better to meet by chance than to meet by chance. Why don't you be your host? What do you think, Brother Su?"
