Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"How is it? Is this punch comfortable?" Wu Feng walked over again and blasted out a powerful punch that opened up the world.

Zhao Hong was still a little wobbly, unable to avoid the punch.This time, the chest was injured, and the chest, which was as uncomfortable as fire, seemed to be about to explode.

Zhao Hong resisted not to fall, but took a few steps back.

Wu Feng was very proud, and stepped forward to attack again.Zhao Hong was prepared this time, and the two quickly fought together.One fights with his fierce strength, and the other cleverly uses the exquisite moves in Taijiquan, and it is indistinguishable for a while.

"The sixth punch!" Wu Feng punched Zhao Hong's lower abdomen. [

Zhao Hong's face looked extremely painful, he was not as relaxed as he was at the beginning, and his movements slowed down. Although he could hit Wu Feng quite a few times, his strength was obviously insufficient.

The two of them came and went, Wu Feng's opening and closing were astonishing, but Zhao Hong's exquisite moves were astonishing.

But Zhao Hong, who was just learning Taijiquan, was no match after all.What's more, no kung fu is completely flawless.

"The Ninth Punch!" Wu Feng roared, and hit Zhao Hong's nose with a powerful fist.

A sense of dizziness rushed into Zhao Hong's mind quickly, and Zhao Hong knew that this was the harbinger of fainting.

Forget it, who made himself inferior to others?

Zhao Hong didn't have too many regrets in his heart, he was already very satisfied to be able to fight to this point.After all, at the age of more than 40, it is not easy to be the best among so many young and middle-aged people.

Slowly, slowly, Zhao Hong fell backwards.

A smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He saw the hall masters and sect masters sitting on a row of sofa chairs in front of the stage.Of course he knew that Tan Tian had high expectations of him, and he also hoped that he could become the master of the martial arts hall and his right-hand man.

However, he was still disappointed...

Zhao Hong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and fell on the ring.

It is also very happy to be able to fall where I once fought.There was the smell of sweat and blood in the air, and that invigorating smell seemed to have a faint aroma.

No matter how old he is, Zhao Hong will never leave this land where he can fight!

In the hall, there was prolonged applause.It was a great fight, enough to keep people talking about it for years to come!

"Victor, Wu Feng!" Li Zheng's voice echoed in the hall.