Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Shunzi stood up, rubbed his palms, and said, "I feel like I've regained some energy, and I want to try fighting with you."

"Okay, if you win, I'll let you go." Zhao Wusheng posed.

Shunzi took a deep breath, and rushed towards Zhao Wusheng with a move of "White Tiger Pulling Out His Heart".The body jumped out suddenly, and Shunzi realized that his strength still hadn't returned.

The so-called "recovery of physical fitness" is only compared to the weakness when he just vomited blood, and compared to when he was healthy, he is still far behind.

Zhao Wusheng easily dodged this move. Originally, he could have elbowed Shunzi on the back, and he was sure to make him fall down in one fell swoop.But he didn't do that, because he felt bored at first, and it would be nice to have some fun while waiting for those people to come over.Secondly, he wanted to see how Shunzi's combat effectiveness was. [

Zhao Wusheng didn't fight back, and Shunzi didn't feel insulted. On the contrary, he thought that Zhao Wusheng was underestimating the enemy at the moment. If he seized the opportunity, he might really succeed, so he used a few tricks that he was best at.

But they were still dodged by Zhao Wusheng one by one.While hiding, Zhao Wusheng nodded and said, "It's really good. You can tell from a straight look that your foundation is very good, but your body is not good enough, so your speed and strength can't keep up, and your power is also compromised."

Shunzi thought, aren't you talking nonsense?He put in more effort and waved his fists vigorously.Zhao Wusheng nodded again, and after dodging a left uppercut, he wanted to comment again, only to find that Shunzi's feet were in front of his stomach at some point.

It turned out that Shunzi's left uppercut just now was a false move, intended to attract Zhao Wusheng's attention.Zhao Wusheng thought that his body was so weak that there was no difference between what was real and what was real, so he didn't make a careful distinction. In the end, he kicked firmly on his stomach.

Shunzi grinned.But this kick only made Zhao Wusheng back a few steps, and out of physical instinct, after Zhao Wusheng was kicked, his arm also popped out at the same time, hitting Shunzi's chest.

"Wow..." Shunzi spit out a big puddle of blood, drenched on the snow, and then coughed again.