Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 163 Play bigger, the essence of iron cloth shirt

And the other side.

To Huaman's surprise, Ke Wanchang and Long Chenghu did not leave the walled city directly after escaping from Guangming Street.

Instead, he walked around the alley for a long time and arrived at the door of an apartment on Lung Jin Road.

Ke Wanchang patted the iron fence in front of the door hard.

After a while, an old voice came from inside.

"Who is it?"

"it's me."

After Ke Wan finished speaking, an old man with gray hair wearing a short shirt opened a corner of the door and looked out through the iron fence.

Seeing that it was Ke Wanchang, he started to unlock the chains and asked:
"Mr. Ke, why are you here?"

"How is the goods doing?"

Ke Wanchang walked in with a gloomy face.

The room is divided into two rooms, inside and outside. In addition to a few operating tables, there are two shelves stacked with materials.

This is also Ke Wanchang's milling factory in Lung Tsun Road.

The old man glanced at the corridor outside the door and closed the door.

He quickly returned to the back room and brought out a tray with ten pink bricks neatly placed inside.

"Only ten pounds have been made now."

"enough."

Ke Wanchang's face showed joy.

He glanced at the pale Long Chenghu and asked the old man:

"Do you have any gauze here?"

"some."

"Give some to Long Chenghu and let him bandage it. I'll go in and make a call."

After saying that, he quickly walked to the back room.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door and a voice came from outside the door.

"Mr. Ke, it's me, Allen."

The old man opened the door, and Allen, the casino manager in a suit, stood outside the door with six or seven forty-nine people.

When these people entered the house, Ke Wanchang also happened to walk out of the back room.

He looked up at Allen.

"Did you bring the money?"

"Bring it here."

Allen handed over a black handbag.

After hesitating for a moment, he whispered: "Mr. Ke, this time there is no working capital in several gambling houses."

"The territory can hardly be defended, so what's the use of keeping this little working capital."

Ke Wanchang scolded.

He opened his handbag, glanced at the Hong Kong dollars inside, and then put the ten pink bricks on the operating table into it.

"Cheng Hu, it's safe here. You stay here to recuperate. I will call you if anything happens."

"I understand, Mr. Ke."

Long Chenghu responded without raising his head.

He took the gauze on the side and wrapped it around his arm.

"Alan, let's go."

Ke Wanchang picked up his handbag and walked out the door.

After going downstairs, Allen asked:

"Mr. Ke, where are we going?"

"Go find Mungun Liu."

Ke Wanchang's eyes were very cold.

He had not used firearms before because he had scruples.

But now that he's been forced to this point, he naturally doesn't mind playing a little bigger.

Maybe it was because Li An leaned too hard this time, or maybe the houses in the walled city were too old.

The moment Li An bumped into Yang Zhuluan, most of the wall behind him collapsed along the previous cracks.

Yang Zhuluan's whole body also fell to the ground along the broken wall, and was buried by the falling bricks and stones.

"what"

There was a scream.

This sudden change shocked the diners at the noodle shop next door.

Looking at the collapsed wall, these people seemed to be frightened. Their throats were tight and they swallowed hard. They were frozen in place and couldn't move their legs.

Not to mention these diners, even Huaman and the other two were a little stunned.

Boxer asked in a dry tone:
"You beat him to death?"

Li An did not answer, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he stepped on the bricks on the ground as he strode over.

When he walked to Yang Zhuluan who was buried under bricks and stones, Li An unceremoniously stepped on the back of his exposed hand.

"Hey, Yang Zhuluan, are you dead?"

If he were an ordinary boxer, he would definitely be beaten to death if he just endured two unreserved attacks.

Even though there was no warning about what he had done just now. But to say that Yang Zhuluan was beaten to death like this, Li An didn't believe it at all.

After all, he has not received the prompt of the skill essence yet.

"Crench!"

Suddenly, a slight skeletal ringing reached his ears.

Li An felt that the palm under his feet seemed to be moving, and then began to gradually exert force, and the pile of bricks and stones buried in front of him slowly slipped away.

"Let's go now."

Li An scolded.

The noodle shop owner and several diners in the shop finally realized what they were doing and left in a hurry.

Huaman and three others also came over.

Seeing Yang Zhuluan about to crawl out from the buried bricks, Huaman roughly guessed Yang Zhuluan's identity.

Apart from what Ang Lee mentioned last time, the man wearing an iron cloth shirt and being invulnerable, who else can be so resistant to attack.

Duan Yingfeng frowned and said nothing, as if he was thinking about something.

Only Quan Lao looked at Li An in confusion, not knowing why Li An suddenly attacked Yang Zhuluan.

But now Li An didn't have time to explain to them. He raised his right foot lightly and then quickly dropped it.

A muffled sound!
Li An suddenly landed on the ground and stepped on the back of Yang Zhuluan's hand again.

But this time, Li An felt that what he was stepping on was not flesh and blood, but more like diamond and iron!
The bricks and stones covering his body fell off piece by piece, revealing Yang Zhuluan underneath.

He coughed hard, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"I thought you wouldn't be hurt?"

Li An's tone was cold, and he slowly exerted force on his feet.

"A little injury, it's fine."

Yang Zhuluan actually laughed at this time.

Not caring about Li An's right hand being trampled under his feet, he lay on all fours on the ground, slowly arched his body, and said calmly:

"I have been hiding in the Walled City for nearly 20 years, and no one has ever discovered my identity. How did you know?"

"You have to ask Fu Shou Jin and Ke Wanchang about this."

Li An was vague.

Yang Zhuluan shook his head and said with certainty:
"Other than the president of the hometown association, they have no way of knowing."

"Oh, don't think you are the only smart person in this world."

Li An grinned, but the cold arrogance in his eyes almost burst out.

His right foot suddenly lifted up and kicked Yang Zhuluan hard on the chin.

There was a dull thunk sound. It felt completely different from the previous two full-strength shots, although this time Yang Zhuluan was also kicked and flew out crookedly.

But Li An felt as if he was kicking an iron block, and the instep of his feet was slightly numb from the shock.

Without thinking, Li An kicked the ground with his right foot and followed Yang Zhuluan, who was thrown away.

The supporting hammer of Bajiquan! Subdue the dragon! Fuhu! split mountain palm
The raised palm of Baguazhang! Give a thumbs up! Pierce the palm! Bump! Flirting Yin Palm! Almost all of it poured on Yang Zhuluan!
"Sigh~"

Huaman and the other three were stunned and their throats seemed to be strangled.

They clearly saw that Yang Zhuluan in mid-air was like a sandbag being hit continuously by Li An's violent attacks. He was hit higher and higher without any intention of falling back.

Until Li An jumped up and hit Yang Zhuluan's Tianling Gai with a hard climb!

Yang Zhuluan just made a plop and fell to the ground so hard that even his chest made a muffled sound.

Li An's breathing became much faster. The continuous attacks just now consumed a lot of his energy.

For a while, there was no movement from Yang Zhuluan who was lying on the ground.

Huaman asked softly:

"do you died?"

Li An shook his head and calmed his breathing.

"You go out first."

Huaman wanted to stay and help, but seeing the look in Li An's eyes, she pulled Quan Lao and walked out together.

Duan Yingfeng hesitated and followed Huaman.

As soon as the three of them walked out, Yang Zhuluan, who was lying on the ground, put his hands on the ground and slowly stood up. His face was a little white, and a few drops of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Only such a small injury? You really can't resist being beaten!"

Li An narrowed his eyes and uttered a rare curse word.

Crunch!

He moved his neck, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then turned his attention to Li An.

The appreciation in his eyes is beyond words.

"You are the first person to hurt me in all these years.

It is really rare to practice Bajiquan, Baguazhang, Mojiaquan and other three martial arts to this extent.

If it were 15 years ago, I would definitely not be your opponent. But now I have trained my shield to the point where I can move it at any time. If you can't break my shield, you can't defeat me. "

Yang Zhuluan slowly approached Li An and said with a relaxed expression:

"It's my turn now."

"You really think you're going to get me?"

Li An snorted and advanced instead of retreating.

The two of them walked faster and faster, and with a bang, they collided!
Yang Zhuluan's body froze, but Li An took a step back, with a look of surprise on Yang Zhuluan's face.

Some were surprised by Ang Lee's physical strength.

Without stopping at all, he still walked quickly towards Li An.

The two of them were punching and kicking, but they didn't retreat at all!

Li An was stepping with his feet and swinging, and his Baji Fist was strong and steady, but Yang Zhuluan ignored it and relied on his invulnerable body to receive an elbow from Li An and counterattacked with a punch on Li An's shoulder.

As if he couldn't bear it, Li An couldn't help but take two steps back. With a bang, he knocked over the table behind him and scattered the bowls and chopsticks on the floor.

"I told you a long time ago that you are no match for me."

Yang Zhuluan's tone was indifferent.

Li An moved his shoulders and said nonchalantly:
"That's not sure."

Although he seems to be at a disadvantage now, Li An is not discouraged at all.

He never did anything he wasn't prepared for.

Before encountering Yang Zhuluan, Li An also thought about ways to deal with him.

The Iron Shirt is invulnerable and indeed extremely strong, but it is not impossible to deal with it.

Using softness to overcome strength is a good idea.

After fighting for so long, he had never used wrestling or grappling.

Yang Zhuluan sneered and rushed forward quickly.

With his body as steel, he didn't do any defense at all, and just hit Li An with a heavy punch in the face!
Li An changed his head-to-head style this time, stepped to the left, took Yang Zhuluan's fist with his left hand, raised it up, and used his right hand like an eagle's claw to clasp Yang Zhuluan's throat from bottom to top.

"The grappler really surprised me."

Yang Zhuluan said in surprise.

Confident that Li An couldn't scratch his throat, he didn't care too much. He stretched out his other hand and hit Li An's neck with a heavy elbow.

But he didn't expect that Li An just made a feint with the eagle claw on his right hand. He dwarfed his body, stepped forward, and took advantage of the opportunity to pass under his raised arm and come behind him.

He raised his knees and kicked on the socket of his right leg.

Although he couldn't break his defense, the force of this kick still made Yang Zhuluan feel weak and almost kneeled on the ground.

Before he could react, his waist tightened, and his feet were off the ground as Li An lifted him above his head.

Li An twisted his back like a dragon, exerted force on his waist and legs, and threw Yang Zhuluan out of the store!
Plop!
Yang Zhuluan was thrown hard on the long street.

He coughed twice and stood up with a gloomy expression.

This fall made him a little angry. He stared at Li An in the store and gritted his teeth and said:

"Wrestling."

snort!
The sound of the soles of feet rubbing against the ground suddenly sounded.

Like a low-flying falcon, Li An swept out of the store and flew in front of Yang Zhuluan in an instant.

Yang Zhuluan landed on the ground with a shocking step, and hit Li An in the chest with the support hammer of Bajiquan.

Li An didn't have the slightest intention of getting into trouble with him. He kicked off his feet, swung his whole body to the right, and came up behind Yang Zhuluan in a spiral step.

He held Yang Zhuluan's waist with both hands like steel whips, exerted force on his waist and legs, raised his chest and leaned back.

Violent chest throw!
"Oh!"

Yang Zhuluan's chin hit the ground hard!
Accompanied by the clearly audible sound of his neck bones breaking, Yang Zhuluan threw his head back and his body fell to the ground.

For the first time, Yang Zhuluan let out a muffled groan.

Li An's eyes flashed with anger and he turned over on the spot.

Before Yang Zhuluan could recover, he hugged Yang Zhuluan, stood up, lifted him up, and threw Yang Zhuluan sideways to the ground.

Unforgiving!
He bent down again, grabbed Yang Zhuluan's waist with both hands, and hugged Yang Zhuluan with his five fingers like iron hooks. He raised his chest and leaned back, and he lifted Yang Zhuluan over his chest and threw Yang Zhuluan behind him.
At this moment, Ang Lee seemed to have turned into a violent machine.

The sound of heavy objects being smashed on the long street was endless.

A side-over-chest throw in wrestling! Throw over your back! Over the shoulder! The brutal bear hug and throw almost hit Yang Zhuluan's body.

But at this moment, Yang Zhuluan, who was wearing an iron cloth shirt and invulnerable, only felt like a rag doll.

After falling down again and again, the shock force made his head dizzy, his bones became soft, his body was almost smashed, and his mouth was filled with a sweet smell.

Even the cement-paved streets were cracked by Yang Zhuluan's body and became bumpy.

Yang Zhuluan couldn't bear it anymore, and a trace of blood couldn't stop pouring from the corner of his mouth.

Once again, he was lifted above his head by Li An, and his body was slammed to the ground.

Yang Zhuluan finally spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The head that was hit so dizzy also became much clearer.

He turned over with difficulty, and then saw Li An, who was three steps away from him, breathing heavily.

It was obvious that the continuous attacks had weakened Li An's body.

An ugly smile appeared on Yang Zhuluan's face.

"I admit that I underestimated you, but do you still have any strength left?"

"Do you still have some energy left?"

Li An straightened up and exerted too much force. The sore muscles made his arms tremble slightly.

Unable to intervene, Huaman and the other three who were standing aside quickly ran over and looked at Yang Zhuluan with wary expressions.

Yang Zhuluan sneered and said nothing. Just when he was about to step forward, his expression suddenly changed.

His iron cloth shirt was torn due to continuous falling.

At the same time, dots of small black characters gathered in front of Li An's eyes.

[Get the skill essence, Iron Shirt (max)! 】

(End of this chapter)