Chapter five hundred and sixty first jumped to death
"you……"
Meng Zhao shook his head, with thick anger in his eyes.
"I am one of the top ten Muay Thai masters in Siam!"
"My teacher is the strongest Muay Thai master in Siam, even comparable to the Chinese master!"
"My punch can reach 240 kilograms, which is heavier than Tyson's fist. There is no way I will lose!"
Meng Zhao roared angrily, his eyes opened angrily, and the muscles on his body tensed instantly, making a shocking crunching sound, which was enough to show his explosive power.
However, before he could finish speaking, Ye Qiu came over to his knees again and knocked him away.
Meng Zhao fell to the ground and immediately got up again. Just when he was about to say something harsh, he saw a foot placed in front of him and received another kick on his face.
"ah!"
Meng Zhao took a few steps back and touched the blood on his face. He almost went crazy. When had he ever been humiliated like this? He cursed: "Shameless Chinese, you sneak attack!"
"It's funny. Didn't you count it as a sneak attack just now?" Ye Qiu laughed and hit him with another straight punch.
Meng Zhao went crazy and rushed towards Ye Qiu without hesitation, preparing to break Ye Qiu's neck with his body strength.
But Ye Qiu made a feint, bent his forearm, flew directly into the nest, and hit Meng Zhao hard on the shoulder with his elbow.
"ah!"
Meng Zhao yelled in pain, punched hard, and cursed: "Damn Huaxia..."
He missed and got another punch in the chest, and it was a Muay Thai move.
Right elbow!
Uppercut!
Front kick!
Knee thrust!
Meng Zhao was constantly attacked by Ye Qiu. At first he wanted to fight back, but gradually he felt afraid. He couldn't hit Ye Qiu at all!
And what humiliated him the most was that every move and style Ye Qiu used to attack him turned out to be a standard Muay Thai attack method, and it was more vicious than his attacks! More sharp! More fierce!
Meng Zhao felt like a lone boat on the sea in a violent storm. His whole body was being attacked by the storm, and he was in danger of capsizing at any time.
"Your Muay Thai is not good."
"The hand end is higher."
"The kick is too slow."
Ye Qiu also pointed at Meng Zhao and was very disdainful of Meng Zhao's Muay Thai Kung Fu, feeling that he had not mastered the essence at all. This made Meng Zhao so angry that he vomited blood, but could not say a word.
Meng Zhao used all his strength to punch Ye Qiu, but he was shocked to find that the opponent was not inferior to him, no, he was stronger than him!
An overwhelming force came, causing his arms to twist and his whole body to fly backwards.
Why is his power so great?
Is that human being?
When Meng Zhao saw a fist suddenly enlarged in front of him, he suddenly became excited, his legs went weak and he knelt down.
"Bang!"
Ye Qiu punched hard, intending to finish it off, but failed. When he lowered his head, he didn't expect Meng Zhao to kneel in front of him.
Now Meng Zhao's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, all his orifices were bleeding, there was only a slit left in his eyes, and there was no good spot anywhere on his body.
Meng Zhao begged for mercy: "Stop fighting, I, I admit defeat."
He was afraid. He was afraid that if he continued to fight, he would be beaten to death by Ye Qiu. This man's kung fu was too powerful. What frightened him the most was Ye Qiu's Muay Thai Kung Fu. How did he practice it? He obviously looked a little in shape.
He has no power, but the power he bursts out is even faintly comparable to his teacher!
This thought excited Meng Zhao.
Chen Qinglong's face was ashen and he said to Li Sanquan: "Is this the Muay Thai master you are talking about?"
Li Sanquan's face turned pale and he said: "The other party, the other party is too powerful."
Chen Qinglong's body started to tremble. Originally, Li Sanquan told him how powerful and awesome his senior brother was. In fact, he was indeed awesome. More than 20 of his masters were defeated by Meng Zhao.
But what about the result?
In the end, he knelt down in front of Ye Qiu and begged for mercy.
Chen Qinglong wanted to vomit blood.
"How about it, is there anyone else who wants to come up?" Ye Qiu looked at Li Sanquan with a smile, "Do you want to come up?"
Li Sanquan's face turned pale and he shook his head hastily.
Bao Wenwen was shocked. She didn't expect that this Young Master Ye was so awesome. The fight just now made her blush and her heart beat. At this moment, she suddenly saw Meng Zhao behind Ye Qiu and took out a weapon from his body.
He pointed a long tube as thick as a chopstick at Ye Qiu and pressed it, nervously shouting: "Be careful!"
"go to hell!"
Meng Zhao laughed. He told Li Sanquan before that he had killed two internal masters. He killed them, but they were not killed by strength. Instead, he first surrendered and then used hidden weapons to sneak attack!
Moreover, the sleeve arrows in his hand are quenched with poison. As long as they are slightly scratched, they can paralyze the opponent's body and kill him soon after!
The sleeve arrow shot out and went straight to Ye Qiu's heart!
Meng Zhao's face was twisted, excitement flashed in his eyes, and at this moment, Ye Qiu turned around suddenly, as if he felt something in his heart, and happened to avoid the attack of Xiujian. At the same time, he turned his palm and released a handful of small fruits.
The knife appeared in his hand and drew an arc as his body rotated.
Meng Zhao looked at Ye Qiu blankly: "What kind of knife is this?"
Ye Qiu put it away and said: "Fruit knife, I bought it for 3.8 yuan. Oh my god, the control of knives has been too strict recently, so I have to use this kind of knife."
"Fruit knife, fruit...my master will not let you go."
Meng Zhao murmured a few words, with a self-deprecating look on his face. A line of blood suddenly appeared on his neck, and blood gradually flowed out. Then more and more blood flowed out, and finally it spewed out directly, like a fountain in the square.
So gorgeous.
With a bang, Meng Zhao's body fell to the ground without any movement.
Everyone present was shocked by the scene, and no one responded for a long time. When they responded, everyone's expression changed.
Bao Wenwen was so frightened that her face turned pale. She did not expect that someone would die. Although conflicts occurred from time to time at the Dihao Nightclub, no one had ever died.
Li Sanquan's expression changed and he shouted: "Senior Brother Meng Zhao!"
He rushed to the ring to see Meng Zhao, but he was completely dead. He immediately looked straight at Ye Qiu: "You killed my senior brother!"
Ye Qiu sneered: "Don't push me, if you dare, fight with me."
Li Sanquan was immediately trembling with anger, but he was afraid inside and did not dare to fight Ye Qiu at all.
Ye Qiu walked to the edge of the ring, leaned against the fence, and looked at Chen Qinglong playfully: "If I win, the matter will be cancelled?"
Chen Qinglong looked ferocious and said gloomily: "You have killed someone now. Do you really think I will let you go?"
"Please, this is self-defense, okay?"
Ye Qiu spread his hands.
Chen Qinglong sneered and said: "Everyone present can testify that it was you who killed Meng Zhao, and I have taken the video. Besides, he is from Siam. You are finished."
Ye Qiu shook his head and walked to Meng Zhao's body.
Li Sanquan immediately shouted: "What do you want to do?"
"Get started!" Ye Qiu snorted coldly, then picked up Meng Zhao's body, jumped off the ring, walked to the window, kicked Meng Zhao's body out with a bang, turned around and said:
"Well, he jumped to his death."
Chen Qinglong's eyes twitched, and then he waved his hand. Seven or eight people came forward. Each of them pulled out a pistol from their waist and pointed it at Ye Qiu.