Hong Kong Comprehensive Begins, Seeking Laws from the Heavens

On the stage, a thud sounded.

King Kong's arms were like two thick shields, easily holding up Lin Mosheng's punch.

Lin Mosheng did not retreat from the first blow, nor did King Kong retreat, but it was obvious that Lin Mosheng did not take advantage.

King Kong couldn't help but smile ferociously and said, "That's it?"

Lin Mosheng did not respond with his mouth. His eyes were clear and as cold as the moon.

The retracted left fist was swung out again.

Caught, swung out again, caught, swung out again.

In the middle, King Kong also thought about counterattack, but his speed was only about 7 points, and the fist he swung was as slow as a snail under Lin Mosheng's [Cat's Eye], and he was easily dodged by feints.

King Kong, who understood the speed difference, instantly changed his strategy. Since Lin Mosheng wanted to fight, it depends on how long he can fight!

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

As long as Lin Mosheng's Muay Thai can't break through his defense, then with the physical bonus brought by his years of training in the iron cloth shirt, he can kill this kid!

King Kong's body is bent down, his shoulders are raised, and his face is hidden between his arms.

His iron shirt is not perfect, and his seven orifices are still the key.

But apart from the seven orifices, the hard skin is like the bark of an old tree, and the muscles are like hard stones as they are being tempered.

Lin Mosheng seemed unaware, or maybe he just regarded King Kong as a sandbag.

One punch, two punches, one after another, like fine raindrops, hitting King Kong's body, there was a sound like beating a drum.

The high intensity and continuous punches also made Lin Mosheng's fair muscles turn bright red. He was like a machine whose output power was stretched to the extreme.

It can go berserk at any time, and it can explode at any time.

Such a hard-fought battle completely aroused the enthusiasm of all the spectators in the stands. They roared and screamed, wanting to see who of the two men fell first.

"Brother Jin, isn't this a good boxing match tonight?"

The crow of Dongxing spoke, but when he spoke to the forty-year-old man in front of him, who was always arrogant, he unconsciously showed a little compliment.

The middle-aged man, with his hair slicked back and well-dressed, half-closed his eyes, peeled off the chocolate, took a bite of it happily, and looked at the ring, "It's really not bad."

Wherever there is gambling, there will naturally be Gao Jin, the god of gambling.

Gao Yi, the younger cousin behind Gao Jin, came over and whispered, "Brother, is it wrong for us to beat that kid to win?"

Although he doesn't practice martial arts, he has seen a lot and naturally has some sharp eyesight.

Muay Thai can't break through the iron shirt's defense, just like a lion can't bite through a rhino's armor, and it will be dragged to death.

Although his voice was low, there were many people watching the excitement around him.

The God of Gamblers, Gao Jin, is known to win every game, but it was rare to see Gao Jin lose once today.

Lei Bao from the Bamboo Union Gang next to him sarcastically said, "After all, this is a boxing match, not a card game. It's normal for the God of Gamblers to lose one or two games."

Gao Jin, the god of gambling, raised his eyes and asked, "A gamble?"

As he spoke, he took out a stack of bills from his arms, picked out one, flicked it with his fingers, and made a pleasant sound.

"This is a 5 million HSBC bank check. I still bet on Sir Lin winning."

"Gao Jin!" Lei Bao glared.

The reason why he was sarcastic was because Gao Jin had just destroyed a gambling den under his command.

Gao Yi didn't understand why his cousin wanted to gamble. Just when he wanted to dissuade him, Gao Jin stopped him with his hand, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

Even if he is Gao Jin's cousin, Gao Jin is the one who really speaks the truth.

Lei Bao glanced at the boxing ring below and said bitterly, "Okay, I'll bet with you!"

While the two were talking, the situation in the ring also changed.

Crazy punches consumed a lot of Lin Mosheng's physical strength. Although his physique was higher than that of ordinary people, it had not yet reached a qualitative change.

The fist that was like a violent storm slowed down obviously, and the skin became darker and darker, like a machine that was stretched to the limit.

It's time to fight back!

King Kong was sure that Lin Mosheng was at the end of his strength, and the opponent's speed was no longer as unpredictable as a civet, but within his reach.

When Lin Mosheng punched again, taking advantage of this gap, King Kong gave up his rock-solid defense and opened his arms like an old bear hugging a tree.

Once Lin Mosheng is caught by him, there will be no escape.

Facing King Kong charging at him like a brown bear, Lin Mosheng's eyes became calmer and calmer, like a mirror lake.

The other party is waiting for this opportunity, and so is he.

His lower body is like a bow, and his right shoulder is like a shield.

The ultimate move of Bajiquan: Sticking to the mountain!

Boom.

The two of them collided together like wild beasts, making the sound of war drums and heavy hammers.

It was just like Lin Mosheng's initial punch, but this time it reached the highest point of the drum sound.

Then the 'drum' broke.

The dark energy that Lin Mosheng had punched into King Kong's body before surged up under this attack.

Just like an underground spring that is unsealed after a cold winter, it is bone-chilling and flowing endlessly.

The fist force penetrated King Kong Bailian's body unscrupulously, along the meridians, and pierced the internal organs!

King Kong's giant bear-like body flew up and landed four to five meters away. Bright red internal organs spit out from his mouth, but his eyes looked dimly towards the incandescent lamp.

He never understood why he lost until his death.

Lin Mosheng exhaled a breath of turbid air, as if checking whether King Kong was dead, and took the opportunity to step forward and grab the white skill in his hand.

Lost?

The whole place was silent.

Even the prince, experts like Lei Bao and others don't understand why King Kong suddenly lost.

Then there were cheers like a mountain roar.

"Heisha!"

"Heisha!"

"Heisha!"

In the past two days, Lin Mosheng's reputation as the Black and White Shuangsha was finally spread through his little brother who started with "d".

But now, everyone recognizes this name.

Gao Jin looked at Lei Bao with a smile, "It seems I'm lucky today."

Lei Bao stood up angrily, but was afraid of the bodyguards around Gao Jin who were about to draw their guns, so he left the auditorium without saying a word.

Gao Jin's voice came from far behind, "Don't forget my five million."

Crow was silent for a while, then smiled and said to Gao Jin, "Brother Jin still has good eyesight."

Gao Jin glanced at Lin Mosheng below again and asked Gao Yi, "He was really just a small patrolman before?"

Gao Yi nodded slightly.

Gao Jin thought for half a second and picked up the HSBC redemption note on the table. However, he did not take it back, but handed it to Gao Yi, "Give this redemption note to Sir Lin and thank him for helping me keep the God of Gamblers."

His name belongs to him."

Gao Jin spread his hands and looked at the younger brothers around him, shrugged and said with a smile, "To be honest, if I hadn't been lucky enough to meet Sir Lin today, I might have lost. Do you think it's interesting?"

He laughed to himself.

The people around him also agreed, but they became more and more wary of Gao Jin.

As expected, he was worthy of being the ever-lasting God of Gamblers. He removed himself in just a few words, not only winning over the kid below, but also leaving no trace behind.

High, really high!