The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 115
With little hesitation, he rubbed his body up again and rushed towards Han Bing.

Moreover, he put some thought into guarding the two gates that the Han soldiers had hit just now.

However, the man surnamed Chang left in a rage, but returned vomiting blood.

He stood firm again, with a dazed expression on his face, looking at the other side of his body, where Han Bing had slashed him with a palm knife, his whole body almost collapsed.

This is already the third cover door, why are there so many?
Why did he never know?

Why haven't I discovered it after practicing the exercises for more than ten years?

The man surnamed Chang no longer had the pride and arrogance of the past.

When he looked at Han Bing, he felt palpitations in his eyes, and he was hesitating whether to make another move. He was not sure, this was the last door, and he was not sure, as the opposite Han Bing had no other means.

'Damn it, this kid is weird, even if he doesn't practice martial arts, it makes me uneasy, I can't take risks, what if I die in his hands. '

The man surnamed Chang was timid and hesitated.

Du Xiongfang, who was at the bottom of the ring, saw that the man surnamed Chang stopped moving, his face was already ashen, he stood up from his chair, furious:
"Master Chang, don't forget our agreement, don't forget the rules of the world, otherwise, don't blame me for not following the rules of the world, and dealing with your son, your wife, and your parents."

This is a vicious threat.

All the bosses under the ring looked sideways.

No one is pointing fingers, though.

If you flirt in the arena and use people's money to eliminate disasters for others, if you back down halfway, you will be dishonest and break the rules of the arena. Such people will not only be cast aside, but will also be hunted down.

Du Xiongfang had an agreement with the man with the surname Chang. If he didn't continue to fight at this moment, he would lose his integrity. Even if his relatives were threatened, no one would sympathize.

When the man surnamed Chang heard this, his face changed, and when he gritted his teeth, his heart that was already about to retreat became firm again.

He raised his head suddenly, stomped his feet, and rushed towards Han Bing again.

At this time, Han Bing saw that he was not timid at all, but excited in his heart.

Lin Yang pointed out three times and made the man surnamed Chang spit blood three times, which had greatly boosted his self-confidence. I believe that under Lin Yang's guidance, it would not be too difficult to kill the man surnamed Chang.

The two contacted again, and Lin Yang's voice kept ringing in Han Bing's mind, directing every movement of Han Bing.

boom!
boom!
boom!
In an instant, the sound of punching fists on the ring continued to resound.

Every time Han Bing dodged, he would definitely fight back and hit the man surnamed Chang. After the man surnamed Chang sprayed blood, his face turned pale quickly, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Suddenly, a figure held a sword finger and rushed out from under his ribs at a tricky angle. When the man surnamed Chang was startled, the sword finger passed directly through his throat, bringing up a rain of bright red blood.

The man surnamed Chang stared wide-eyed and let out a terrible roar. He quickly grasped his throat with his hands, and the blood continued to leak from his fingers, which could not be stopped.

But the man surnamed Chang didn't pay attention to these things while his mind was shaking. He just stepped back with disbelief on his face, and looked at the figure who had stopped and was panting heavily.

It was Han Bing who had just escaped his attack.

Every time he attacked Han Bing, he had been careful to guard against it, but he still couldn't prevent it.

It made him feel as if there was a god around him who could see his flaws and was directing the Han soldiers. No matter what kind of attack he made, he would always be found out for weak spots and then be broken by the Han soldiers.

A sense of powerlessness, a deep sense of powerlessness.

"83 covered doors."

The man surnamed Chang clutched his throat, blood flowing across his fingers, he suddenly opened his mouth, and when he spat out blood, he spoke hoarsely.

This is during the fight with Han Bing, Han Bing hit him 83 times, and each time he hit a weak spot, causing him to squirt blood.

Even at this last time, Han Bing's sword finger pierced through the throat directly, and death was approaching.

In the end, after these words were uttered, the man surnamed Chang closed his eyes, and his body's vitality dissipated, like a puddle of soft flesh, and he fell to the ground without breath.

Han Bing breathed evenly, glanced at the man surnamed Chang who was not breathing, and smiled.

'Mr. Lin, it really is Mr. Lin. '

He sighed in his heart, being able to kill a master who was comparable to Baron was really like a lifetime away, and he couldn't even imagine it before.

I am afraid that only a master like Mr. Lin can command him remotely to achieve this step.

Walking down the steps from the arena, Han Bing stood silently behind Lin Yang, without any pride, but the indelible admiration in his eyes fell firmly on Lin Yang.

Gao Fei, who was sitting next to Lin Yang, saw the man surnamed Chang fell to the ground. After the shock on his face, he became overjoyed, with a bright smile on his face, and his body trembled with excitement.

"Win, really won, great."

He roared in his heart.

Feeling extremely excited.

But at this moment, there was a real loud roar not far away, making everyone look at it.

"How is it possible, such a master, how could he be defeated?"

Du Xiongfang's face was pale, and she yelled towards the ring, losing her composure.

He couldn't accept this result no matter what, and he spent half of his net worth in order to invite Master Chang to help him.

Moreover, the strength of Han Bing, as far as he knew, could not be the opponent of the man surnamed Chang.

But now, how could it become nothing?

Unable to stagger, he slumped on the chair.The strength in the body seems to be sucked away.

Zhang Shiping, No. 1 in Najiang Province, also has weird eyes, can't figure it out, can't figure it out, but the result is the result, there must be a reason for his existence.

The bosses and boxing masters around him also looked puzzled.

A master who can radiate the divine light of body training from his body will lose to an ordinary person.

Even if this ordinary person came out of the army, had some exercise, and his muscles are strong, he is still an ordinary person, not a martial arts master. Putting the two together, there is no comparison at all.

Farther away, Yang Zhen's eyes widened in disbelief, and his heart shook.

This is still the Han Bing in his impression, the Han Bing who couldn't do any harm to Lin Yang?
He always felt unreal.

"Du Xiongfang, you have lost. From now on, the newly opened market belongs to me, Gao Fei."

Gao Fei suddenly stood up from his chair, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the distraught Du Xiongfang.

As soon as his words came out, all the big bosses and boxing masters who were surprised that Han Bing killed the man surnamed Chang were not normal, stopped talking, turned their eyes, looked over, and the atmosphere under the ring became dignified.

Gao Fei opened his mouth and wanted to open the whole new market.

And this newly opened market is Du Xiongfang's lair, once it is lost, it means losing its status in the world and nothing else.

"Gao Fei, don't bully people too much, this newly opened market is my place, if you want it, there is no way."

Du Xiongfang jumped up from the chair as if being stimulated, glared at Gao Fei, and yelled like crazy.

In today's newly opened market, one-third of the area is occupied by Gao Fei. If he loses another two-thirds, what face does he have for Du Xiongfang to hang around in the arena? It's no different from killing him.

(End of this chapter)