"What, defeated the Thunder Tiger with one sword?"
The onlookers were shocked and couldn't believe their eyes.
Wu Long was young and strong, in his prime. He was not comparable to an old man like Qian Tong. He was a dignified fourth-level King Kong, but he was easily defeated by Zhuo Mufeng.
Is the strength of this young gang leader really so amazing?
"Zhuo, you are cheating!"
Before Li Lingyang could curse angrily, Wu Long took the lead and pushed the carp upright. With unspeakable rage on his face, he let the blood flow out from his shoulders, endured the severe pain, and lunged towards Zhuo Mufeng again.
This time he was careful, swung the long knife in succession, and combined with the footwork, finally showed his due strength. The light of the knife cut through the air, giving people the illusion of being irresistible.
…
There was a sound of metal clashing.
Under the shock, Zhuo Mufeng's left arm felt sore and numb, and he was frightened by the opponent's physical strength.
The left arm is also tempered, and the power exerted by each person is different. On the one hand, it is the influence of talent, and on the other hand, it is related to the star-rated medicinal materials.
It has long been known in the world that swallowing star-rated medicinal materials can temper bones more thoroughly, and the effect is far greater than relying on martial arts moves to temper bones.
Similarly, the effect of two-star medicinal materials is better than that of one-star medicinal materials, and the effect of three-star medicinal materials is better than that of two-star medicinal materials, and so on...
Of course, if you practice martial arts above the five-star level, that's another matter.
However, martial arts and star-rated medicinal materials are one of the most precious resources in the world. With the power of five-star martial arts, there will generally be no shortage of star-rated medicinal materials.
Unfortunately, most people lack both.
The basic conditions of Zhuo Mufeng and Wu Long were similar, but his physical fitness was obviously inferior to that of his opponent. In a head-to-head encounter, he gradually fell behind.
Moreover, Wu Long had tempered his legs and used his footwork to move a bit faster than Zhuo Mufeng, taking full advantage of his offensive and defensive skills.
Zhuo Mufeng thought that this was not going to work, and with a sudden thought, he struck the opponent's injured shoulder with his long sword. Sure enough, the opponent's wound was pulled, and his movements were greatly affected. He took the opportunity to attack.
At this time, the gap in martial arts levels becomes apparent.
Relying on Dacheng's Thunderbolt Sword Technique, Wu Long was about to swing the long sword away with his strength. Zhuo Mufeng's sword moves changed twice in a row. Using the force of the rebound, Wu Long stabbed diagonally into Wu Long's right shoulder, causing a severe stir.
In pain, Wu Long was covered in cold sweat. Zhuo Mufeng used his strength and this time kicked the opponent's head with his left leg. With two bangs, Wu Long couldn't get up for a long time.
"Brother!"
Two men rushed out of the crowd with red eyes. One of them, a round-faced man with a white face, signed up for his number and shouted: "I am Cui Peng, a handsome tiger, and I am here to learn your clever tricks!"
"I, my obedient Huwang Dazhi, want to avenge my elder brother!"
As one of the Three Tigers, Cui Peng and Wang Dazhi's cultivation level is slightly worse than that of Wu Long. They are at the third level of Vajra cultivation. They have only tempered one leg, and their physical strength is not as good as Wu Long's. Normal fighting depends entirely on the exquisiteness of moves.
It's a pity that no matter how skilled the two are, how can they be better than Zhuo Mufeng, who is perfect in swordsmanship? After a few moves, they can't take advantage at all.
But Zhuo Mufeng is not easy either. The level of one-star martial arts is too low, and the gap in martial arts level is not enough for him to win one against two.
Out of desperation, Zhuo Mufeng kicked Wu Long on the head again and kicked the latter towards Cui Peng. The latter quickly put away his sword and was seriously injured by Zhuo Mufeng who followed closely behind.
The only one left, Wang Dazhi, was quickly defeated and his arm was almost cut off.
In an instant, all three famous tigers in Red Sun City were defeated by Zhuo Mufeng, causing an uproar among everyone present.
Seeing Zhuo Mufeng approaching with a sword, with a strong murderous look on his handsome and masculine face, Li Lingyang stepped back and shouted: "What do you want to do? My father is Li Gang!"
Li Lingyang is twenty-three years old this year. With the help of three one-star medicinal herbs, he barely managed to break through to the second level of Vajra. He can play with women, but he doesn't have the guts to fight with others.
Zhuo Mufeng, carrying the power of victory, shouted in a deep voice: "No strength is of any use. You must pay the price for bullying me, the Mozhu Gang."
Li Lingyang said to the dogleg beside him: "Hurry up, if I lose a hair on my head, the fierce tiger gang will take care of me!" After saying this, he turned around and pushed away the crowd, and ran away.
More than a dozen doglegs cursed secretly, but they could only rush forward with sticks.
They were not even considered warriors. Before they could form an encirclement, Zhuo Mufeng struck first and knocked down seven or eight of them. The remaining few turned pale with horror and turned around to chase Li Lingyang.
"Senior brother, you are so powerful. It's a pity that you didn't catch Li Lingyang, otherwise I would make him look good and avenge Zhao Jin!"
Shang Zirong led the people up, with a look of admiration on her face. The Zhao Jin she mentioned was the man with a broken arm bone.
Before Zhuo Mufeng could speak, Shang Zirong took the lead and said: "Zhao Jin, I have wronged you today. Next, you will take good care of your injuries and order the kitchen to make some nutritional supplements. All the expenses will be reimbursed by our gang. Wait until you come back.
, the monthly salary increases consistently.”
Zhao Jin was inexplicably excited and thanked him repeatedly, while the surrounding gang members looked envious and wished they could take his place.
Zhuo Mufeng looked at Shang Zirong, feeling really depressed. This little girl was so frightened just now that she turned around and got ahead of him. She was having a great time winning people's hearts.
"Brother, what should we do with these three guys?"
Shang Zirong pointed at the three tigers surrounded by her order and asked in a cold tone.
Wu Long's scalp was stained with blood, and he stood staggeringly, but he still looked disdainful: "If you have the sense, let us go, otherwise, your Mozhu Gang will be in disaster."
The other two tigers were also seriously injured, but they held out their chests and sneered on their faces.
Zhuo Mufeng stepped forward and slapped three times in the face, knocking Sanhu unconscious on the spot: "You think you are a treasure, who gave you the courage, Liang Jingru?"
Cui Peng asked blankly: "Who is Liang Jingru? Is she famous in the world?"
Zhuo Mufeng was too lazy to answer and waved his hand: "Take these three guys back to the gang."
Everyone hurriedly responded. After today's incident, Zhuo Mufeng's prestige in their hearts was deeper than before.
A group of people returned to the Mozhu Gang in a mighty manner. Halfway through, Zhuo Mufeng suddenly said that he had something to do and left alone without waiting for Shang Zirong to ask.
Today's conflict sounded the alarm for Zhuo Mufeng.
Although the Three Tigers are the core fighting force of the Tiger Gang, there are at least a few people who are stronger than them. It is so difficult for me to deal with them. If I really encounter other people, wouldn't it mean that I will lose but not win?
Not to mention, there is also the invincible Eight-clawed Bronze Tiger Li Gang in Red Sun City.
Zhuo Mufeng believed that things would not end so easily. With the Tiger Gang's arrogance, he had lost their face and it would be strange not to come to their door.
When the time comes, how will he end it?
Headache, headache.
After thinking for a long time, Zhuo Mufeng gritted his teeth and strode to the gate of the county government office.