"I'm not kidding, this young man is not simple either. I guess... he has something to do with Lao Yuan."

Yuan Shucheng is another expert in Shengcheng City. He lives in the suburbs. His strength is on par with He Jia, but unlike He Jia, he likes quietness, remoteness, and comfort, and does not like the excitement. The three giants

They all had the idea of ​​asking him to be a bodyguard, but no matter how much money the three of them spent, the other party remained unmoved. And there was no news about him in the past few years, as if he had left Shengcheng.

"Brother, be careful!"

Du Haihan's hands formed into claws, a look of ferocity flashed across his face, and he clawed at Yang Xiaole alternately. Since it was a performance, Yang Xiaole still had a sense of propriety. After all, it was his home field, which gave him some face and allowed him to show off his power.

Yang Xiaole pretended to be unable to dodge, but Du Haihan grabbed the clothes on his chest and tore them to pieces. Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Du Haihan was shocked, and so was Yang Xiaole!

Damn! Isn’t this a performance? Why are you tearing my clothes off?

What shocked Du Haihan was that ordinary people couldn't dodge the "Double Dragon Leaping Water" move he just performed. There was a 100% chance that they would be taken out of the center room, fall to the ground, convulse or faint. However, the other party seemed to be panicking, but he couldn't avoid it.

It's really incredible that he managed to avoid it.

Du Haihan changed his tactics again, grabbing out his horizontal claws and slamming them into Yang Xiaole's neck.

This move is called "Guillotine", and in the hands of an expert, it can easily break the opponent's neck.

"Damn it! You're killing me with every move, so cruel?!" Yang Xiaole was shocked in his heart, thinking that maybe what he had just done wasn't perfect, and it might be enough to just let the opponent knock him down, so he didn't dodge this move, and watched helplessly as the opponent dunked it.

Hold your own neck.

The key to this move is to "lock", strangling the opponent's throat with your hands to achieve the purpose of defeating the enemy and winning.

However, the moment Du Haihan touched Yang Xiaole's neck, the latter immediately somersaulted and acted as if he had been knocked down. After getting up, he clapped repeatedly, "Wow, it's so awesome, so awesome, I'm going down first."

!”

Du Haihan looked at his hand in shock. He was just about to "lock" the opponent, but why did the opponent suddenly fall to the ground?

As we all know, grabbing and pushing are completely different. When you grab something, the strength is in your hands. When you push something, the strength is in your arms.

Different locations of strength have different consequences.

For example, in front of him, Yang Xiaole fell to the ground. This required a push to complete, but he didn't push!

Could it be that...the other party is just pretending?

No! Impossible!

This idea was rejected by Du Haihan as soon as it came up. He was already very fast. If the other party wanted to pretend to fall to the ground, he would have to be faster than him. When his fingers touched the other party,

After that, it was completed before grabbing the neck. This period only lasted a few tenths of a second, so it was impossible.

Except for He Jia in Shengcheng City, no one dares to claim to be faster than him, not even his eight senior brothers.

The audience burst into warm applause. Seeing Yang Xiaole's embarrassed appearance, they all praised Du Haihan.

Dong Jiajia snorted and said, "I knew this guy would not be good."

A trace of doubt flashed in He Jia's eyes, but when he saw that everyone at the table was toasting to him and congratulating him for teaching such a powerful apprentice, he didn't have time to think too much and responded politely with a cup.

On the stage, looking at Yang Xiaole who was eager to get off the stage, Du Haihan shouted: "Stop! The fight is not over yet!"

Yang Xiaole asked helplessly: "Brother, what else do you want to do? You have already won, didn't you hear the applause from below? You have stepped down in glory now, you have so much face, don't look for trouble anymore."

Du Haihan sneered: "If I don't beat you today, you will vomit blood, and you won't be able to leave!"

"Hy? Do I have any grudge against you?"

"I heard that Jiajia likes you very much, right?"

Yang Xiaole opened his mouth wide, slapped his forehead, pointed at Dong Jiajia not far away, and said: "Oh! I understand, is that bitch asking you to pick a fight with me?"

"You...what did you say? What did you call her? Mother...girl?"

Dong Jiajia, a young girl who is as beautiful as a flower, wants to have a good figure and good looks, but she is called a "girl" by the other party. This is a critical blow! Du Haihan will never tolerate someone talking about his sweetheart like this!

He gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me! Do you want to study surgery or internal medicine? I will help you!"

Yang Xiaole raised his eyebrows and became a little unhappy. He said in a deep voice: "Brother, it's almost over. I advise you not to offend me, or I will let you fail the general examination! I just drank your grandpa's old wine.

for his sake

I don’t want to attack you, so don’t push yourself too far.”

"My grandpa's banquet is for successful people. If it weren't for Jiajia, would you be worthy to come in? Today I will let Jiajia know that you are not worthy of her!" As soon as he finished speaking, Du Haihan rose into the air,

A fierce sweeping kick came towards Yang Xiaole's temple.

Yang Xiaole's brows sank, and an astonishing momentum suddenly erupted from his whole body. He saw the opponent's opportunity to take off, and simply pushed forward with his palms. Before the opponent's legs could reach him, he was pushed back in the air and fell heavily.

On the stage, there was a loud bang.

This sudden reversal made everyone in the audience stand up in surprise, not only because Du Haihan was knocked down, but also because he was the grandson of Du Wenkang. He had a noble status. If he was broken, this banquet would be ruined.

It's probably going to be Mr. Du's rage feast.

Du Haihan stood up in a spiral and raised his energy to move his fists. As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of young men and strong men, but old men are afraid of old men. His boxing skills are so strong and fierce that they can only be brought into full play in strong men. A master-level boxer can deliver a thunderous punch with every punch.

The power makes the opponent defenseless.

However, all techniques were just fancy gestures in the face of absolute strength. However, Yang Xiaole's eyebrows condensed, and a phantom suddenly appeared from his body. The next moment, he was in front of Du Haihan, and with a light palm strike, Du Haihan fell to the ground.

He flew up and lay on the ground on all fours, with bright red coming out of the corners of his mouth.

"How about it, do you still want to fight?" Yang Xiaole put one hand on the back of his waist and looked at Du Haihan on the ground with a cold expression, "You don't cherish the opportunity given to you to show off, but you have to make it so embarrassing, doesn't it look good?"

At this moment, everyone below was stunned. No one expected that an ordinary young man, who was knocked to the ground at first, suddenly became like a god. Du Haihan was in front of him.

He didn't even have a chance to resist a move.

Could it be that he was just faking it in the beginning?

Is it possible that a random person is more powerful than a martial arts champion? Or is He Jia just living up to his fame?

"Hanhan!" Mr. Du nervously wanted to stand up, but was quickly supported by Dong Bai, "Mr. Du, don't get excited, it's okay, it's just a simple sparring, you won't get hurt, you won't get hurt."
Chapter completed!