Space Base Arms Dealer

At the beginning, these four Ximen family disciples could barely parry. As time went by, they unconsciously found that they seemed to have fallen into a strange quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper.

After they were hit with too many punches and kicks, not only did their breath become disordered, but their bodies also became less flexible due to the blows. In the end, facing the opponent's seemingly absurd but actually extremely sophisticated attacks, they felt as if they had really become

A reckless man who doesn't understand kung fu at all will only get beaten no matter what moves he uses.

Lao Twelve, who was still relatively clear-headed, was the first to discover the reason. The reason why they were in such a mess was actually very simple. The opponent's speed was too fast. In front of an opponent with an absolute speed advantage, no matter how experienced they were,

There is no use for their moves. Moreover, the opponent is powerful enough. Even if they can occasionally block one or two attacks, they will still be hit in the end due to the opponent's powerful penetration attack.

"No! Retreat!" Seeing that the situation was completely under the opponent's control, Lao Twelve immediately ordered a retreat.

Although for them, retreating would make them lose their prestige and make them unable to hold their heads up in front of others for a long time, but it is still better than losing their lives here.

The young man who was fighting vigorously heard them and wanted to run away. Suddenly he became three points faster. He jumped up and stopped in front of Lao Twelve. He reached out and grabbed his arm like a chicken.

Knock him to the ground.

Lao Twelve fell so hard that he almost lost consciousness. When he fell to the ground, his mind went blank. What was the opponent's move just now? If you look at the effect, this move is definitely not inferior to Sticky's.

Eighteen fell. But if you look at the extremely clumsy movements, they are completely the fighting techniques of street gangsters!

He had no idea what was going on and was thrown to the ground. All the bones in his body seemed to be broken. He struggled hard to stand up, but it was as if two big tendons had been pulled out of his body. He just couldn't crawl.

stand up.

As soon as the young man succeeded, he became more and more violent, and with lightning speed, he did the same thing to the three Ximen disciples one by one, throwing them all to the ground like rag dolls.

This was not over yet. The young man who had won the victory finally felt that he had not humiliated them enough, so he finally lifted them all up and stacked them one by one.

Several children of the Ximen family shed tears. Once upon a time, they were all promising young people with dreams! They didn’t know how many times they fantasized about being able to knock down the good-hearted gangsters on the street like in the movies.

, and stacked together like stacks of Arhats!

Now they finally got their wish and saw this situation. Unfortunately, the hero they played did not stack up the gangsters. Instead, they were stacked up by a gangster.

"The 9 of you are pretending to be imitating other people's martial arts training? You are so fancy, why don't you go to Flower Street and perform for those girls!"

At the end of the day, this young man with a ruffian face clapped his hands as if he had finished moving a car full of bricks, said a few words, and then strode away proudly.

Showing off your skills and showing off your legs? When did the Ximen family’s unique skills become so unbearable? Who has dared to say that in the past thousand years? However, they heard it right, someone did say it, and it came from a gangster!

"Oh! What kind of martial arts do you think you practice? As the saying goes, good martial arts can't beat random fists! But you four martial arts practitioners can't beat an ordinary person. It's really too bad!" some onlookers began.

Laugh at them.

"Yes! It's really embarrassing for martial arts students! Originally, I wanted to send my son to a martial arts school for two years, but now it seems that I'd better forget it!" Someone shook his head and left.

The defeated soldiers did not show their courage. A few Ximen disciples could only get up with difficulty under the contemptuous eyes of everyone. Like defeated soldiers, they supported each other, stopped step by step, and slowly left the road with humiliation and tears.

Streets they will never forget.

They didn't go far when they came face to face with three other sad brothers who were covered in wounds. The two looked at each other speechless, barely able to shed a thousand lines of tears.

These people, with their heads full of bruises and wounds all over their bodies, looked at this prosperous city with red eyes. Everyone had a lot of emotions in their hearts. Maybe, even if someone gives them one million in the future, they will

I will never come back to this heartbreaking city again.

At this time, a few kilometers away, in the alleyway of Fang Shijie's house, the third brother who was the leader of this operation was sitting alone at a noodle stall eating Yangchun noodles.

I forgot to take a second look into the alley, I was very conscientious.

Suddenly, a man came from the intersection. This man had a mustache and held his head high. His eyes were almost on top of his head. He walked up to the noodle stall with his chest out and his belly out. He suddenly stretched out his leg and kicked the third brother in the butt.

Kick: "Get up! You have occupied my seat!"

Third Brother is very popular. There are five or six tables in this noodle stall, but he is the only one. Why is he so in the way?

There is something important going on, and the third brother doesn't want to argue too much with this kind of person, but this person is rude, how can he obey the other person's instructions obediently?

"How do you talk? There are so many tables, which one can't let you eat!"

The mustachioed man blew his beard and stared: "Grandpa, I have been living here for more than ten years, and this seat is mine! No one can take it!"

The stall owner selling Yangchun noodles was confused. He had been setting up his stall here for less than half a year. When did he have a regular customer for ten years? Moreover, he had never seen this arrogant old customer once?

The third brother's expression changed, and he stood up suddenly: "Whose grandfather are you? If you talk like that again, don't blame me for being rude!"

The mustache raised his face: "I'm scared of you becoming a grandpa? Get out of the way, grandpa!"

The third brother finally got angry. He clenched his fist and said angrily: "You really want to get beaten, don't you?"

After hearing this, the mustache seemed to have finally found an excuse. He slapped the third brother on the head. He also cursed: "Grandson! You still want to fight grandpa, don't you?"

The third brother casually blocked the slap. Who knew that this person was extremely powerful? His wrist went numb, but he couldn't block the slap and received a heavy blow on his head.

This slap was almost the hardest blow that the third brother had ever received in his life. Stars were popping up in his eyes immediately. This sudden blow made the third brother faint. Why did this random slap really hit him?

Woolen cloth?

When he was stunned for a moment, the mustache refused and slapped him again.

The third brother didn't dare to block anymore this time. He turned his head and wanted to hide away, but for some reason, the hand with the mustache was like a tracking missile equipped with a tracker, and he still accurately photographed it.

The same position just now.

After two heavy blows, the third brother was really a little dizzy this time. This dizziness was not due to confusion, but real dizziness!

I don't know what he was thinking, but the third brother hadn't seen the slap from the mustache this time, so he subconsciously crossed his palms, preparing to block the next slap.

The mustache was stupid enough. Although the third brother had already put his hands in front of his head, he still slapped him with the same slap.

With a "pop!", the third brother's head did not escape another blow, but this time it was slapped on the head with his own palm.

While feeling dizzy, the third brother finally realized that he had encountered a formidable enemy. He endured the pain and wanted to launch a counterattack despite being at a disadvantage.

However, the mustache was struck with one palm after another. Apart from blocking in vain, the third brother had no chance to launch even a single attack!

His usually powerful fists and legs have all lost their function and become mere decorations!

The noodle stall owner was amazed when he saw this strange scene. This scene really looked like a grandfather lecturing his grandson. The grandpa kept slapping him with his big hand, and the grandson just protected his head tightly, showing no resistance at all.

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