The Special Forces King In The Mountain Village

"you……"

Meng Zhao shook his head, his eyes were full of anger.

"I am one of the top ten Muay Thai masters in Siam!"

"My teacher is the strongest muay thai master in Siam, even comparable to China's internal master!"

"My punch can reach 240 kilograms, which is heavier than Tyson's fist. There is no way I will lose!"

Meng Zhao roared angrily, his eyes opened angrily, and the muscles on his body tensed instantly, making a shocking creaking sound, which was enough to show his explosive strength.

However, before he could finish speaking, Ye Qiu rushed over again and knocked him into the air.

Meng Zhao fell to the ground and immediately got up again. Just as he was about to say something harsh, he saw a foot placed in front of him, and he was kicked in the face again.

"ah!"

Meng Zhao took a few steps back, touched the blood on his face, almost went crazy, when had he ever been humiliated like this, and cursed: "Shameless Huaxia people, you sneak attack!"

"Funny, you didn't count it as a sneak attack just now?" Ye Qiu laughed, and punched him again.

Meng Zhao went berserk immediately, and rushed towards Ye Qiu without hesitation, ready to break Ye Qiu's neck with his body strength.

But Ye Qiu made a false move, bent his forearm, and a flying bird came directly into the nest, and smashed Meng Zhao's shoulder hard with his elbow.

"ah!"

Meng Zhao yelled in pain, punched hard, and cursed: "Damn Huaxia..."

He missed, and got another punch in the chest, and it was a Muay Thai move.

right elbow!

Uppercut!

Kick forward!

Knee rush!

Meng Zhao was repeatedly attacked by Ye Qiu. At first he wanted to fight back, but gradually he felt fear. He couldn't hit Ye Qiu at all!

And what humiliated him the most was that every move Ye Qiu used to attack him was a standard Muay Thai attack, and it was even more ruthless than his attacks! Even more fierce! Even more fierce!

Meng Zhao felt that he was like a lone boat on the sea in a storm, his whole body was under the attack of the storm, and he was in danger of capsizing at any time.

"Your muay thai is not good."

"Hand up a little higher."

"The legs are too slow."

Ye Qiu also pointed at Meng Zhao, disdaining Meng Zhao's muay thai kung fu very much, feeling that he didn't grasp the essence at all, which made Meng Zhao vomit blood in anger, but couldn't say a word.

Meng Zhao exerted all his strength and punched Ye Qiu, only to be shocked to find that the opponent's strength was not inferior to his own, no, it was stronger than himself!

A burst of overwhelming force made his arms twist and he flew upside down.

Why is his strength so great?

Is that human being?

Seeing a fist in front of him suddenly enlarged, Meng Zhao was shocked, his legs softened and he knelt down.

"Boom!"

Ye Qiu punched hard, intending to kill him, but in vain, he looked down and did not expect Meng Zhao to kneel in front of him.

Now Meng Zhao's nose is bruised and his face is swollen, his seven orifices are bleeding, there is only a slit left in his eyes, and there is no good place on his whole body.

Meng Zhao begged for mercy: "Don't fight, I, I admit defeat."

He was afraid, he was afraid that if he continued to fight, he would be beaten to death by Ye Qiu. This man's kung fu is too powerful, and what scares him the most is Ye Qiu's muay thai kung fu. How did he practice it? He looks a bit taller He doesn't have any strength at all, but the strength that erupts is even faintly comparable to his teacher!

This thought made Meng Zhao tremble.

Chen Qinglong's face was ashen, and he said to Li Sanquan: "Is this the Muay Thai master you said?"

Li Sanquan turned pale, and said: "The other party, the other party is too powerful."

Chen Qinglong's body trembled. Originally, Li Sanquan told him how powerful and awesome his senior brother was, but in fact he was really awesome. More than twenty of his best fighters were overthrown by Meng Zhao.

But what about the result?

In the end, he knelt in front of Ye Qiu and begged for mercy.

Chen Qinglong wanted to vomit blood.

"How about it, is there anyone else who wants to come up?" Ye Qiu looked at Li Sanquan with a smile, "Do you want to come up?"

Li Sanquan turned pale and shook his head hastily.

Bao Wenwen was shocked. She never expected that Young Master Ye would be so awesome. The sparring just now made her blush and her heart beat. At this moment, she suddenly saw Meng Zhao behind Ye Qiu, and felt something from her body. A long tube as thick as chopsticks, pointed at Ye Qiu and pressed it, and shouted nervously: "Be careful!"

"go to hell!"

Meng Zhao laughed. He told Li Sanquan before that he had killed two internal masters. He killed them, but they didn't kill them through strength.

What's more, the sleeve arrow in his hand is poisonous, just a little scratch can paralyze the opponent's whole body, and he will die from the poison in a short time!

The sleeve arrow burst out, directly hitting Ye Qiu's back heart!

Meng Zhao's face was contorted, and excitement flashed in his eyes. At this moment, Ye Qiu turned around suddenly as if feeling something in his heart. The knife appeared in his hand, and as his body rotated, it drew a circular arc.

Meng Zhao stared blankly at Ye Qiu: "What kind of knife is this?"

Ye Qiu took it easy and said: "Fruit knife, I bought it for 3 yuan and 8 yuan. Alas, the control of knives is too strict recently, so I have to use this kind of small knife."

"Fruit knife, fruit...my master will not let you go."

Meng Zhao muttered a few words, with a self-deprecating look on his face, a line of blood suddenly appeared on his neck, blood gradually flowed out, then more and more blood, and finally gushed out directly, like a fountain in a square So gorgeous.

With a bang, Meng Zhao's body fell to the ground without moving.

Everyone present was shocked by the scene, and they didn't respond for a long time. When they did, everyone's expressions changed.

Bao Wenwen was so frightened that her face turned pale. She didn't expect someone to die. Although there were conflicts in the Emgrand Nightclub, no one had ever died.

Li Sanquan's expression changed, and he called out, "Brother Meng Zhao!"

He rushed up to the ring to look at Meng Zhao, but he was completely out of breath, and immediately looked straight at Ye Qiu: "You killed my senior brother!"

Ye Qiu sneered: "Don't be pushy, if you have the guts to fight with me."

Li Sanquan was immediately trembling with anger, but he was terrified inside and didn't dare to fight Ye Qiu at all.

Ye Qiu walked to the edge of the ring, leaned against the fence, and looked at Chen Qinglong playfully: "I won, and the matter is canceled?"

Chen Qinglong's face was ferocious, and he said gloomyly: "You have killed someone now, do you really think I will let you go?"

"Please, am I doing this in self-defense?"

Ye Qiu spread his hands.

Chen Qinglong sneered and said: "Everyone present can testify that you killed Meng Zhao, and I have already taken the video, and besides, he is a Siamese, you are finished."

Ye Qiu shook his head and walked to Meng Zhao's body.

Li Sanquan immediately shouted: "What do you want to do?"

"Get up!" Ye Qiu snorted coldly, then picked up Meng Zhao's body, jumped off the ring, walked to the window, kicked Meng Zhao's body out with a bang, turned around and said: "Well, he jumped to his death."

The corners of Chen Qinglong's eyes twitched, and then he waved his hands. Seven or eight people came forward, each of them drew a pistol from his waist, and pointed it at Ye Qiu.