Rebirth of the Evil Life

"I'll go!" Zhao Nuzhuo gritted her teeth and said.

"Forget it, I'll do it. I'm not his opponent, but I will try my best to help you figure out his shortcomings, and then you can attack his shortcomings." Jet Li said in a deep voice. Tony Yijia's strength exceeded their imagination. They never expected that Tony Yijia would be so powerful. According to Tony Yijia's strength, if they just want to defeat Tony Yijia, they will not be able to defeat the other two. This game is definitely lost, but they must not be defeated by Tony and Jia alone.

"Brother Jie, be careful." Zhao Wenzhuo said in a deep voice.

Here, Jet Li is going to try the method on his own. If he is not careful, he may be seriously injured.

That guy Tony Yijia won't stop at all.

Jet Li nodded towards Zhao Wenzhuo and walked onto the stage.

"[Chinese] Jet Li, "Once Upon a Time", "Fang Shiyu"." Jet Li stood firm and said.

"Jet Li, I have watched the two series you made. The fighting in the movies is indeed very powerful, but in my opinion, they are all just showmanship in the movies, but not the actual skills. It just so happens that today I will do it in front of a global audience. Let’s make a decision and see whether our Thai kung fu is better or the Chinese kung fu is better,” Tony Jia Aoran said.

"I hope your skills can be as good as your words." Jet Li snorted coldly.

"Then use your body to prove how powerful my fists are!" Tony Yijia roared angrily, his attacks were like lightning, and his fists hit Jet Li like raindrops.

What a fast punch! Jet Li was secretly shocked. He already had a high opinion of Tony Jia, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated Tony Jia.

Lou block! Jet Li resisted, but the huge force from his arm made Jet Li stumble.

"Haha, that's all. You still claim to be the Kung Fu Emperor, which really disappoints me." Tony closed his fist and stood aside with a sneer. He was too weak. If he hadn't closed his fist just now, he would have knocked Jet Li off with a knee.

Too weak, too weak!

Jet Li had a gloomy look on his face. This Tony Yijia was afraid that his offensive power would be too strong and would exceed his defensive power. His punch was too heavy, too heavy.

You can't block, you can only hide!

"Who is that? It's too bad for you to be a candidate at this time. I think you should switch to someone else." Tony Yijia said loudly to Li Junji.

Li Junji's face changed.

"Tony, I became a disciple not because the master has great martial arts but because he has martial ethics. And you, you have great martial arts but no martial ethics!" Li Junji said coldly.

Jet Li nodded secretly. Although this apprentice is Korean, he is not pedantic and can be considered a coward!

"Humph, I don't know how to praise. There is no martial virtue. The so-called strong people are respected. The so-called martial virtues are the losers deceiving themselves." Tony Yijia snorted coldly.

"Tony, come on. Stop using your words." Jet Li pointed his finger at Tony.

"Seeking death!" Tony glared and attacked like a whirlwind. He had just tried Jet Li's defense to strengthen his punches, and he couldn't defend them at all. As for other elbows and knees, it was even more impossible to defend him. As long as he hits it, he can beat Jet Li in one round.

Jet Li dodged left and right, looking for opportunities to attack while pondering Tony Yijia's offensive routine.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can hide from me!" Tony Yijia snorted coldly, his punches did not weaken at all, but became more fierce. Trying to drag yourself down by dodging is a joke. My physical strength has been tested long ago. It is delusional to want to wear myself down.

Jet Li's face gradually darkened. This guy's punch speed didn't slow down at all, but became more ferocious. His physical strength was so good. Being young is good. When I was young, it was the same. I didn't value physical strength at all, but now I can't. Many thoughts flashed through Jet Li's mind for a moment.

"Wind God, it looks like the situation is not good!" Harmandan sighed.

Lin Feng nodded. Jet Li's own offensive power is not as good as Tony Yijia's. In addition, he is too old now and his physical strength is not as good as before. I am afraid he will lose this game. And the remaining Zhao Wenzhuo,

I'm afraid it's also difficult.

Although I was unwilling to lose this game, I had no choice but to do it. My strength was not as good as others, and everything was expected.

"Ha, you can't run away!" Tony Yijia yelled. When Jet Li tried to dodge just now, his legs were slightly weak, but Tony Yijia seized the opportunity.

The punches fell like raindrops. Jet Li grinned with every punch, and was heartbroken with every punch. But he must not hide or dodge, otherwise he will lose. Even if he couldn't find a flaw in Tony Yijia, he would still use up his energy as much as possible to give Zhao Wenzhuo a chance to win.

Tolerate! At this moment, Jet Li's willpower, which he had spent decades practicing martial arts, took effect. At this moment, his arms were completely numb, but he gritted his teeth and endured it with his tenacity.

"Haha, I don't think you can get beaten! But let's see how long you can last!" Tony Yijia laughed wildly. If he changed his attack mode, he would definitely be able to knock down Jet Li easily, but at this time, he I have a strong fight with Jet Li. If you defend yourself, I will break your defense and beat you to death.

One punch is heavier than the other, and one punch is more powerful than the other.

With a "poof" sound, Tony Jia punched Jet Li's skin to pieces, causing blood to spurt out.

But Tony Yijia's punches continued unabated and continued to attack wildly.

The blood just kept splattering everywhere, splashing red all over the ground. Tony Jia's face was also covered with the blood splattered from Jet Li's arm. But Jet Li refused to fall.

"You can take a beating!" Tony Yijia roared, a long and powerful attack was too much for him even with his extraordinary physical strength. He couldn't continue attacking like this, otherwise he would run out of energy later.

"Bang" was a powerful and powerful swipe at his chest, knocking Jet Li off his feet. He couldn't help but let go of his hands and stepped out of the door.

"Die!" Tony Yijia roared angrily, like a mad wolf, and punched Jet Li straight in the face.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but close their eyes, not wanting to see this miserable situation again.

"I've got you!" Li Lianran stared at the fist tightly, roared, gritted his teeth, and bumped his forehead against the fist.

"Bang!" With a heavy muffled sound, Jet Li fell to the ground and fell heavily on the ring, never to breathe again.

"Mr. Hua!" Lin Feng shouted.

Hua Shiqi hurriedly came to the stage, checked, made a reassuring gesture to Lin Feng, and then ordered someone to carry him aside and start emergency rescue.

"Next!" Tony Yijia stood on the stage with a ferocious expression, looking at Zhao Wenzhuo.

Zhao Wenzhuo gritted his teeth. Just now in the audience, he saw Jet Li defending desperately, and his heart was boiling. He wanted to fight, he must defeat this Tony Yijia, and he must not be allowed to be arrogant again. He wanted to rectify the reputation of Chinese martial arts!

"Zhao Wenzhuo, come here!" At this time, Jet Li's low voice came.

"Brother Jie, you're okay. Don't worry, Lou will defeat him no matter how hard he fights." Zhao Wenzhuo gritted his teeth and said.

"His right fist has no offensive power for the time being. It was injured by my forehead. I'm afraid it has been broken. You will hit his right hand specifically later." Jet Li said intermittently.

"Okay, don't say any more. Your head has been shaken too much now and you need to rest. I will give you an injection immediately and let you have a good sleep. You will be fine when you wake up." Zhao Wenzhuo, the Seventeenth General of Hua Pull away.

In that last moment just now, Jet Li almost gave it his all. Fortunately, his forehead is naturally a little harder than ordinary people, otherwise Tony Jia's fist might have given Jet Li a cerebral hemorrhage.

Now, as long as you rest for a while, you can recover.

"Brother Jie, don't worry, I will definitely win." Zhao Wenzhuo clenched his fists and was about to go on the field.

"Wait, are you sure?" Donnie Yen stopped Zhao Wenzhuo, "We must not lose this game again. We must defeat Tony Yijia, otherwise our [Chinese] martial arts will never be able to lift its head again."

"Don't worry, I will definitely try my best." Zhao Wenzhuo gritted his teeth and stared at Tony Yijia above.

"It's not that you have to try your best, but that you have to win. If you can't do it, I'll do it. I used to do black boxing in the United States in my early years. Although I'm injured now, I still have the strength to fight." Donnie Yen's eyes were bloodshot. He really regretted what he said yesterday~ ~ Too merciful, otherwise I wouldn’t be unable to fight Tony Jaa today due to injury.

"Are you looking down on me? Do Chinese martial arts have to rely on an injury like yours to maintain their dignity?" Zhao Wenzhuo roared upon hearing this.

"No, that's not what I meant." Donnie Yen frowned, "I just think I'm more sure."

"You can't even take action. You are still sure. You look down on people too much." Zhao Wenzhuo's face changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't worry, I will never lose. Unless I die on the stage, otherwise I will never lose."

Donnie Yen took a breath. He is not optimistic about Zhao Wenzhuo, not because he looks down upon him, but because Tony Yijia's Muay Thai is definitely a real combat style, and he himself has extremely rich fighting experience. On the contrary, the actual combat experience of these Kung Fu superstars in China is not as good as it is. Only he is slightly stronger, and this is all thanks to his early years in the United States. At that time, he went around challenging martial arts gyms and fighting with black Americans.

Accumulated a lot of practical experience. This is also the reason why although the actions in his movies are not very flashy, they are extremely practical.

"Haha, why, both of you want to fuck, it doesn't matter, just come together, I don't mind if one of you beats you two.

We Muay Thai fighters can beat you in Chinese Kung Fu. One of us is enough. "Tony Yijia waited for a long time for his opponent to come up and mocked him wantonly on the stage.

The faces of Donnie Yen and Zhao Wenzhuo both changed.

"I'm on!" they both said in unison.

"Okay, don't argue." At this time, Lin Feng came over.

"Wind God, I'll go. I'll beat him even if I die." Zhao Wenzhuo asked.

"Wind God, I'll do it. This kind of competition without rules is more suitable for me." Donnie Yen also asked for help.

Lin Feng did not answer, but looked at Monk Void and Taoist Qingfeng beside him. These two are the real masters.

Both of them shook their heads.

"The one above is too powerful. If you two go up there, even if you have the will to die, the most you can do is die, and he will be seriously injured." Vukong and Qingfeng looked at each other and said at the same time.

Who's on? The two of them were stunned. ! .