The Emperor's seventh uncle heard this and looked Zhang Ruoyu up and down.
Between his eyebrows, he looked disdainfully: "Do you really think that with the support of the Han family and the woman of the Lin family as your backer, you can do whatever you want?"
"Do you think that your relationship is very strong and your background is very strong?"
Uncle Huang didn't take Zhang Ruoyu seriously at all, and said sharply: "Maybe the relationships you are proud of are indeed very tough in the eyes of others."
"But my emperor, Qimeng, doesn't take it seriously."
Huang Qimeng stared straight at Zhang Ruoyu: "If you are a man, don't do those messy things. Today, fight like a man with me."
"Because no matter who you call to cheer for you today, I, Emperor Qimeng, will not give you face!"
After Zhang Ruoyu was silent for a long time, he suddenly grinned, a very evil smile.
The dark eyes were full of anger: "Okay."
The words just fell.
Zhang Ruoyu took action.
He simply raised his right hand.
The moment Huang Qimeng reacted, his palm as big as a cattail fan had already caught Huang Qimeng's clothes.
Then, a knee as hard as stone slammed into his chest and abdomen.
Bang!
A dull sound erupted in the night sky.
Huang Qimeng's face suddenly turned pale as if he was struck by lightning.
He wrapped his arms around him and forcefully tore off Zhang Ruoyu's arm.
The placket on the chest was violently torn open.
Even the back of my neck felt hot and painful.
Huang Qimeng did not force Zhang Ruoyu back, but tore off his clothes before breaking free from the restraints.
In my chest and abdomen, I just feel like I'm drowning, and my limbs are all numb.
A simple knee strike.
The lethality caused to the master Huang Qimeng was extremely astonishing.
Huang Qimeng's face suddenly changed, and his eyes darkened: "As expected of Beimang, he does have two brushes."
Zhang Ruoyu's face flashed with an evil smile.
He took two steps towards Huang Qimeng calmly, but said nothing.
Only those dark eyes were filled with coldness.
Someone called his wife a bastard in front of him.
Or after reporting your own identity.
At this moment, in Zhang Ruoyu's eyes, Huang Qimeng no longer had the aura of being a relative.
As Zhang Xiangbei, he regarded him as an enemy.
A destructive pressure suddenly erupted from Zhang Ruoyu.
He came suddenly like a murderous god.
Every step he takes puts a huge burden on Huang Qimeng's heart.
He didn't understand why such a young man could have such a great sense of mental oppression on him.
But tonight, he decided to operate on this uncle of the Han family.
Taking advantage of him is the best way to declare war on the Han family.
call out!
Huang Qimeng's breath was heavy, and the bones all over his body were crackling.
Just now Zhang Ruoyu was suspected of a sneak attack. He couldn't resist it and was quite caught off guard.
But when he was in his prime, he took the initiative.
He didn't think that no matter how fierce a young man under thirty could be, how powerful could he be?
Huang Qimeng took action.
Like a jackal, a tiger or a leopard, like a crazy beast, it suddenly presses forward.
His punch that broke through the air was so fierce and powerful that it destroyed even the dead.
As a well-known martial arts fanatic in the capital, he has tempered his body to a degree that ordinary people cannot imagine.
His punch was enough to break rocks, break through walls, and kill a cow.
Zhang Ruoyu, can he be stronger than an ox?
The iron fist suddenly swung out.
What ushered in was Zhang Ruoyu's tougher fist.
The fists collided, and there was a cracking sound under the night sky.
Huang Qimeng, who had excellent physical fitness and top-notch fighting ability, couldn't help but let out a painful exclamation.
Deng Deng.
Huang Qimeng took a few steps back, and his entire arm seemed to have lost its support in an instant and naturally dropped.
Huang Qimeng's shoulder blades were slightly bulged and deformed because his entire arm suffered a huge impact.
No one knew the pain Huang Qimeng was suffering at this moment.
It's like digging out meat, like scraping bones, like lingchi.
He looked at Zhang Ruoyu in disbelief, large beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
All it takes is one punch.
His Taoist heart was completely shattered.
The seemingly strong martial arts spirit and perseverance in his heart suddenly collapsed.
Huang Qimeng gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain that kept gushing out of his entire arm and even half of his body.
When he faced the approaching Zhang Ruoyu again, his mood changed drastically.
Zhang Ruoyu raised his leg.
Huang Qimeng hid.
But he didn't hide.
One foot stepped on Huang Qimeng's knee.
Like stepping on, like pedaling.
He crushed one of his legs.
On the verge of collapse, a suppressed low groan came out of Huang Qimeng's mouth.
It also reflects the inhuman torture Huang Qimeng is undergoing at this moment.
His mental state is about to collapse.
The young man standing in front of him was much stronger than he imagined.
He is so strong that he doesn’t belong to the same world at all!
The physical and mental torture made Huang Qimeng tremble all over and sweat profusely.
His face was pale, his mouth was purple, and he was standing staggeringly, with one leg hanging randomly in an irregular shape.
Can't use any force at all.
"I lost." Faced with Zhang Ruoyu who was still approaching him, Huang Qimeng was filled with despair.
His martial arts spirit, which he had cultivated for decades, was gone in one fell swoop.
"No, you didn't lose."
Zhang Ruoyu opened his thin lips slightly and his eyes were cold: "You have just warmed up."
