Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 294 Pressing the Tiger's Head

Outside the 404 nightclub in the night, neon lights flickered, and a group of people gathered to watch the fun. The breeze brought a hint of coolness.

Liu Hailong, dressed in a suit, could not hide his agile figure. Facing six burly and aggressive bodyguards, his eyes revealed a disdainful and mocking smile.

At this moment, a group of people rushed out of the nightclub. The leader rushed to the young man who had just shouted and shouted ingratiatingly, "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, please calm down. This is all a misunderstanding..."

"Fuck this misunderstanding—" The golden-haired Wu Shao kicked the man down, spat in frustration, and shouted at the bodyguards who had not yet apprehended Liu Hailong with a cold look in his eyes: "You guys are just eating dry rice..."

Upon hearing this, the six bodyguards immediately increased their attack intensity, aiming at Liu Hailong's vital points with every move.

At first, Liu Hailong did not think about fighting back. After all, he did not dare to offend the other party. He wanted to rely on his agility to take a few hits and let the other party vent his anger.

But now, it seems that he thought it was too simple, and the other party really wanted to deal with him.

At the same time, the man who was kicked down by the golden-haired Wu Shao seemed to feel humiliated. He looked fiercely at the besieged Liu Hailong and shouted angrily: "Er Pang, you are fired. You have to bear the consequences of your own actions--"

Liu Hailong, who was originally moving flexibly in the narrow space like a dragon playing in the water, cleverly avoiding the bodyguards' rain-like attacks, cough cough, no, it was Erpang who was completely angry.

He stood up for the waitress in the store, but he didn't expect that not only did he not get any praise, but he became a scapegoat instead.

"Fuck—I've had enough. I can't stand it anymore—"

Erpang was furious. He took a few steps back to avoid the siege and took off his suit jacket, revealing the black vest underneath and his extremely strong body.

Looking at the bodyguards who were rushing towards him again, his eyes became stern at this moment, and a power seemed to awaken in his body. He stopped hiding and decided to fight back.

He suddenly jumped up and threw a punch with great force, hitting a bodyguard in the chest. The bodyguard fell to the ground and howled in pain.

Then, Fatty Er turned around and kicked the other bodyguard in the abdomen with unparalleled speed. The latter was like a kite with a broken string. He was kicked several meters away and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a while.

These two consecutive heavy blows instantly broke the balance of the battlefield and made the other bodyguards feel timid.

Facing the onslaught of the remaining four bodyguards, Erpang's true strength was on full display. He employed his superior punching and dodging skills, shifting left and right, engaging in close combat and attacking from a distance, combining punches and kicks, each strike precise and deadly. His punches were like a torrential downpour, and his kicks were even more powerful, each kick accompanied by a whistling sound that terrified the enemy.

After a clever dodge, Erpang suddenly accelerated and punched a bodyguard in the chin, causing the latter to stumble back. Then, he turned around and kicked the bodyguard to the ground before he could react.

Seeing this, the remaining two attacked even more fiercely, but they gradually lost their rhythm in the tight attack and defense of Erpang. Finally, after a precise combination of attacks, Erpang ended the resistance of the last bodyguard with a beautiful roundhouse kick, and all four fell to the ground, unable to move.

The battle was over. Under the flashing neon lights, Erpang's figure appeared particularly lonely and powerful. He stood there, his breathing a little rapid, but his eyes were firm. This one-on-six contest not only demonstrated his extraordinary martial arts skills, but also his fiery temper and ruthlessness.

At this moment, the face of the previously shouting Golden Haired Young Master Wu turned extremely ugly, and he involuntarily took a step back. He shouted at the Fatty Er who was looking at him fiercely, "You can fight, but so what? When the police come, I'll see if you dare to do anything. When you go in, I'll kill you—"

Erpang's face turned extremely ugly, and fierceness kept flashing in his eyes. Just as he was hesitating about what to do, a police siren sounded in the distance, startling him. He left a harsh word to Jinmao, "Just wait for me—"

Then he immediately picked up the clothes on the ground, separated the crowd, and ran away from the scene.

"Haha, quite interesting. Leng Feng, follow him and don't lose him. Find a secluded place to stop him. I want to meet this master." Gao Dongxu's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he hurriedly instructed Leng Feng.

"Yeah." Leng Feng nodded and immediately followed quickly.

"Let's go--" Gao Dongxu took Chen Fugui and quickly followed the direction where the two disappeared.

After escaping from the area where the 404 nightclub was located and turning into a small alley, Erpang's face changed as he slowed down his pace. He suddenly turned around and became alert, whispering, "Who—"

Leng Feng slowly walked out of the shadows and stood opposite Erpang at a distance of ten meters.

"Who are you and why are you following me--" Erpang asked Leng Feng with a gloomy face and fierce eyes.

"My boss wants to talk to you and asked me to come and stop you." Leng Feng said calmly.

"Your boss? What do you want to talk to me about? But why do you think you can stop me?" Erpang seemed to be very confident in his fighting ability, even a little conceited.

"Your boxing and Sanda are indeed good, but that's just good." Leng Feng smiled faintly.

These words undoubtedly irritated the hot-tempered Erpang, who sneered, "Then let me test your quality--" After that, he took a Sanda stance and rushed towards Leng Feng.

Leng Feng was like a ghost in the night, his figure erratic, and every movement seemed to predict Erpang's every move.

He used the unique tactical skills of a special forces soldier to quickly approach and dodge every attack. After finding the flaw, he immediately punched back.

Leng Feng's punches were fast and precise, like a storm, and every blow hit Erpang's vital points or joints.

Faced with Leng Feng's violent attack, Erpang did not rush to fight back. He protected his head with his arms and waited for the opportunity.

Every punch and kick from Erpang seemed to condense all his strength, with great force and power. Once he struck, it was like a thunderbolt. Erpang's Sanda kicking skills were even more breathtaking. Every kick was accompanied by the sound of tearing air, as if it could split any obstacle.

As time went on, the duel between the two became more intense, with Leng Feng's swiftness and Er Pang's strength forming a sharp contrast.

Leng Feng took advantage of his speed and constantly changed the direction of his attack, trying to consume Erpang's strength with continuous and rapid strikes.

Erpang, with his strong physical fitness and superb Sanda skills, strives to kill with one blow every time he counterattacks. Even in the fierce wind and rain of Leng Feng, he can always find an opportunity to fight back.

After a fierce exchange, the two retreated at the same time, staring at each other, their eyes flashing with respect and fighting spirit. Leng Feng was slightly out of breath, but his eyes were sharper, while Er Pang was panting heavily, but his body remained as straight as a pine tree.

At this moment, Gao Dongxu and Chen Fugui arrived late. As soon as they entered the alley, Gao Dongxu looked at the two and said with a smile, "Did you fight? How was it?"

"In a fight, they're evenly matched. However, in a life-and-death struggle, he's no match for me," Leng Feng said frankly.

"Well, it seems there is something real." Gao Dongxu smiled and looked at the guarded Erpang, and said with a smile: "I am quite interested in you. You are quite skilled. It would be a waste of your talent to be seen by others. Why don't you come and follow me."

"Follow you? Who do you think you are? Want me to follow you? Okay, beat me first--" Erpang said defiantly to Gao Dongxu, who was obviously the leader of the three men. However, he was also curious about Gao Dongxu's identity. After all, Leng Feng's skills were similar to his, the Sanda King of the Three Realms. Moreover, he also saw that Leng Feng used the military approach. If they really fought, he would never be Leng Feng's opponent. That was why he did not refute when Leng Feng said this just now.

"Boss, let me teach him a lesson--" Although Chen Fugui knew that he was no match for the other party, he still volunteered. Whether he could win or not was another matter, the most important thing was his attitude.

"You are no match for him." Gao Dongxu smiled, very satisfied with Chen Fugui's statement. He smiled and said to Erpang, "As long as I can beat you, you will fight me, right?"

"That's right. If you can beat me, I'll be your little brother. However, you're not the first one who wants to take me in as your little brother. The ones before me all cheated after losing. I hope you won't be so mean—"

"Hahaha, don't worry, I can afford to lose--" Gao Dongxu walked forward with a smile and stretched his muscles a few times.

"Boss..." Seeing that Gao Dongxu was about to go down in person, Leng Feng was a little worried and wanted to stop him. After all, he knew Gao Dongxu's fighting level. Although he was born with supernatural powers, he had too little practical experience and was no match for this fat man.

"Don't worry, I'm confident--" Gao Dongxu knew Leng Feng's concerns, but now he is a different person and he has long wanted to test how good his level is.

His body, nourished by spiritual energy, was now incredibly strong, his strength having long surpassed the limits of a mortal. With a single punch, he could easily deliver a force of six or seven hundred kilograms. Coupled with the added power of internal energy, he was confident he could easily defeat the fat man opposite him.

Even if the opponent is a violent character played by Liu Hailong.

Gao Dongxu looked calm, as if he was just about to embark on a routine training session. He slowly began his Bajiquan opening stance, then, in an almost provocative gesture, gently waved at Erpang, his eyes filled with amusement, completely disregarding him.

Erpang, the former champion of Sanda, was already simmering with unspeakable rage for various reasons. Seeing Gao Dongxu's provocation, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and his muscles tensed instantly, like a tiger poised to pounce, ready to tear apart any obstacle before him.

With a low roar, Erpang pounced on Gao Dongxu like an arrow from a bow and a tiger descending from a mountain. His fists whistled, bringing up gusts of strong wind with an astonishing momentum.

Yet, facing this overwhelming onslaught, Gao Dongxu remained remarkably calm. Far from dodging or evading, he took a sudden step forward, stomping the ground resoundingly. He tilted his head slightly, allowing the wind from Erpang's fist to pass by. Just as Erpang's attack faltered, Gao Dongxu continued his charge, his internal energy surging. With a low roar like muffled thunder, it converged between his shoulders and back, and he unleashed a powerful "Tie Shan Kao" (mountain support) strike, unstoppable and like a mountain collapsing.

"Bang!" A loud noise echoed through the air, and ripples seemed to ripple through the air. Erpang, the fierce fighter, was sent flying several meters away, falling heavily to the ground.

The alley was silent. Leng Feng was so shocked that he showed an expression of disbelief, while Chen Fugui was even more shocked, with his eyes wide open and his mouth open.

Gao Dongxu stood in place, his breath steady, his eyes revealing a kind of surprise. This sticking to the mountain not only demonstrated his extraordinary strength, but also verified the amazing power of Bajiquan and internal energy.

Holding his chest, Erpang lay on the ground, his face pale. Unable to get up for a long time, his face was filled with horror. He looked at Gao Dongxu who was slowly walking towards him with a smile in disbelief. He coughed continuously and said with difficulty: "How can Bajiquan Tieshankao be so powerful..."

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