"Zhao Dezhu! You damn thing, let me go immediately!"
Liu Kang's face turned red, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
His fist was held by Zhao Dezhu with one hand, and he was bearing a terrifying force every moment.
He couldn't figure out why Zhao Dezhu, whom he had suppressed back then, became so powerful after a few years.
Even with just one hand, he was already helpless.
It wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but that Zhao Dezhu's palm was like an iron pliers, tightly trapping his fist. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his hand out.
That terrifying force seemed likely to crush his hand at any time.
The double torture of mind and body almost drove Liu Kang crazy.
Hearing this, Zhao Dezhu smiled contemptuously and said with a smile: "Liu Kang, you didn't make life easy for our three brothers back then?"
"It's just that I didn't expect that after so many years of not seeing you, you are still the same useless person as before, with no progress at all!"
"Could it be that you have been living as a dog all these years?"
Liu Kang's face became increasingly gloomy, coupled with the severe pain, which made his face a little distorted, Liu Kang looked a little scary at this time.
Knowing that Zhao Dezhu wanted to use this method to humiliate himself, Liu Kang gritted his teeth and persisted and stopped speaking.
At the same time, he tried his best to pull his hand away.
Sensing Liu Kang's movements, Zhao Dezhu showed a disdainful smile.
Then he clenched his other hand into a fist and punched Liu Kang in the abdomen.
"Well…"
The severe pain from his abdomen instantly overshadowed the pain from his fists. Liu Kang's eyes instantly became bloodshot and he let out a muffled groan!
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
...
Zhao Dezhu had an indifferent smile on his face and punched Liu Kang's abdomen one after another.
Gradually, traces of blood overflowed from the corners of Liu Kang's mouth, dripping down to the ground.
"My Cao? This guy doesn't want to beat Liu Kang to death, does he? He's beaten until he vomits blood and he still doesn't stop?"
"Good fellow, what is the deep hatred between these two people that requires them to beat each other to death?"
"Then Li Mang is not very good. He was chased and beaten by Qingtian's people. If Li Mang hadn't been faster, I'm afraid he would have been beaten to the ground by Qingtian's people by now, right?"
...
There was another burst of discussion at the scene, and many people were shocked by Zhao Dezhu's brutal actions!
However, Zhao Dezhu continued to hit Liu Kang's abdomen with his fists as if nothing was wrong.
He didn't want to kill Liu Kang here, so he deliberately controlled his power with every punch, otherwise Liu Kang would have been dead long ago if he punched so many times!
"Zhao Dezhu...you...what on earth do you want to do!"
Liu Kang's face was ferocious, but his voice contained a hint of begging for mercy.
Zhao Dezhu smiled and said with an indifferent expression: "I don't want to do anything. I just want to pay you back all the hardships I suffered on you."
Even when he was talking, Zhao Dezhu never stopped shaking his fist.
Liu Kang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, with a look of begging for mercy on his face: "Please let me go. I did something wrong back then, and I apologize to you!"
"Huh? Why do you have so little backbone? I have used so much strength and you are begging for mercy now?"
Zhao Dezhu raised his eyebrows, and then continued: "If an apology is useful, why do you need fists? Don't you think so?"