Chapter Twelve The Chin Dropped
Both of them are in similar physical condition. If they start fighting, it will definitely be a battle between them.
When he saw Erniu and Monkey coming to help, five more people came over to surround Mochen and the others, a battle between dragons and tigers was about to begin.
Some irrelevant people around quickly retreated and made way out of a large place, each of them was full of excitement, ready to enjoy a wonderful practical performance.
"I'll do this Erniu." Mochen stepped forward.
"This..." Erniu looked at the other person's physique and Mochen's physique. Compared to it, it was simply the difference between a giant and a child! He was puzzled when he heard Mochen's words.
"Don't worry! It's a piece of cake to deal with this guy." Mochen knew that he wouldn't fight with this strong man again. Even if Erniu wins, it would be looked down upon. Maybe Erniu will be secretive one day. So in order to avoid trouble in the future, he felt that he would take action for a while.
The burly and strong man opposite, seeing Mochen despising him so much, couldn't help but feel angry and said, "Boy, you are looking for death. Today, I, Fat Tiger, let you know why the flowers are so red."
After saying that, Fat Tiger waved his sandbag-sized fist and swung it to Mochen's face. His fist was like the wind. Fat Tiger knew the power of his fist. If he put all his strength, even an inch of wooden board could be smashed. If it hit Mochen's face, it would ensure that his head exploded directly. Although he was very angry that this kid was ungrateful and overestimated his ability, he never thought of beating Mochen to death, so he only used half of his strength. This force would not blow Mochen's head, but he would definitely knock him out with one punch.
Fat Tiger watched his fist get closer and closer to Mochen's face, and the stinky brat stood there without moving, feeling as if he was stunned. Seeing this, Fat Tiger couldn't help but smile a victory.
Just when Fat Tiger thought victory was in sight, Mochen moved, and Mochen's head tilted slightly, Fat Tiger's fist wiped against Mochen's ear, and Mochen's hair was slightly swung by the fist wind blowing from his fist.
At that time, Fat Tiger's fist was blowing into the air. Mochen's hand was already holding Fat Tiger's arm and twisting it, and his legs stretched out and swept towards Fat Tiger's lower leg.
Fat Tiger had not reacted from the stuttering, but felt that his hand was being grabbed, and then he felt that his foot was kicked hard, and his entire center of gravity was unstable. When his body tilted to the side, he was thrown out involuntarily.
"ah!"
"boom"
Fat Tiger was hit hard on the ground. The people around were so surprised that their mouths were wide open. Not only those who Fat Tiger called, but the people around them were full of incredible faces. Fat Tiger and Mochen's fight were not at the same level.
In everyone's hearts, it was already one-sided and the moccasin was beaten to cry and shouting, and kneeling down to beg for mercy. But although the fact was one-sided and the moccasin was changed, the fat tiger was actually thrown away by Mochen.
That scene, that scene, didn't feel like an ant shaking an elephant, shocking everyone's chins fell all over the floor.
"I'm dreaming?"
"Alchemy, this must be an illusion."
"You put me down and see if it's true. I must be dreaming!"
So the eyes of the people were full of incredible ideas. They all wondered if the current scene was real or if they were sleeping and dreaming.
"You're looking for death."
Fat Tiger was even more angry and embarrassed. In his eyes, the weak chicken was actually caught by the dog who was thrown to eat shit.
Chapter completed!