Martial arts, starting from playing Feng Yuxiu!

Chapter 141

With a punch, the braces flew out, followed by another tooth.

There were scars all over Mark's body.

On the other hand, Bruce Lee's only scars were on his fists. He beat people too much, and the skin on his fists was worn out.

The referee counted down for 10 seconds. Mark struggled to open his eyes and tried to stand up, but failed several times.

With a weak voice, he gritted his teeth and said, "Bruce Lee, you and Wang's Boxing Gym are waiting for me!"

Bruce Lee directly pulled down the boxing belt on his waist, and said contemptuously: "Waiting for you anytime!"

Two people rushed up from the audience and carried Mark out of the boxing gym.

The referee raised Bruce Lee's hand and the boxing belt in his hand, and shouted: "Bruce Lee wins the boxing championship! A new boxing champion has been born, let us cheer for him!"

Cheers were louder than when Mark entered the arena. Bruce Lee handed over the Dungeon Warrior belt to the referee, and put the boxing champion belt on again.

"Victory has always belonged to me!"

……

When I came out of the Dungeon Boxing Gym at night, it was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

The streets were sparsely populated, and even the street lights flickered on and off.

Suddenly, a group of men in black rushed out from all directions and surrounded him.

No need to guess, Bruce Lee knows who did it.

"Boy, come with us!" The leader of the man in black took out the wooden warehouse from his arms, and pointed the black wooden warehouse mouth at Bruce Lee.

Bruce Lee thought to himself, miscalculated, and even forgot that country M allows citizens to legally hold guns.

"You were sent by Mark! You go back and persuade him. As cowardly as he is, try not to appear in the boxing gym in the future, otherwise I can't help but crush him!" Bruce Lee said arrogantly.

The black-clothed leader looked gloomy and said, "Let you have a few more mouthfuls, and you will feel better later!"

As he said that, a group of people surrounded him, trapped him with ropes, took him into a van, and drove away.

After about 10 minutes, Bruce Lee was taken to an abandoned warehouse.

The black-clothed leader had someone tie him to an iron pillar and hang him up, and told the two of them: "Watch this man carefully, and wait for news from the young master."

After finishing speaking, he took the others and left directly, leaving two men in black to guard him.

The corner of Bruce Lee's mouth curled up into a smile.

Foreigners generally have an obvious characteristic, which is also their fatal shortcoming, that is, they are too confident in themselves!

It was late at night and both of them fell asleep.

Bruce Lee started to move, using force with his arms, he fell up, his mouth was directly at the place where the knot was tied, and he pulled it open with all his strength.

After 10 minutes, the rope was untied smoothly, and Bruce Lee's feet fell firmly on the ground.

The two guards seemed to have noticed it, and they walked over to his room on tiptoe, and unlocked it.

Bruce Lee directly blocked the door and kicked a person away.

Another person immediately rushed forward and wanted to fight him, but it was obvious that his fighting power and Bruce Lee's fighting power were not on the same level at all.

Bruce Lee kicked over with a flying kick, and the person flew out, hitting the wall before stopping.

Holding the rope that helped him in his hand, he gradually approached the two of them, holding his neck with one hand, and began to tie it with the other.

After 10 minutes, the two were hanged by Bruce Lee at the place where he had been hanged.

"Now I ask you a question, you must answer me truthfully, do you hear me?"

The heads of the two nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"First question, Mark is your young master?"

The two nodded their heads again.

"Are you the thugs of that family?"

"Mark's family! We just joined the Mark's family as thugs, and we have never done anything harmful. Mr. Li, please spare the two of us!"

Bruce Lee yelled sharply: "Don't quarrel, if you quarrel again, you will pull out your tongues, who will tell me about the distribution of the Mark family's power!"

The two hurriedly said: "I say I say!"

"The Mark family is a local snake family in Xicheng District. They are not very big. They mainly rely on selling marijuana drugs for a living."

Bruce Lee raised his brows, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and murmured: "So he made his fortune by selling drugs!"

"Who can tell me where they often trade!"

The two shook their heads in unison, and said, "We are just thugs, and we have nothing to do with their family's core secrets!"

"Yeah, we've said what we need to say, let us go!"

Bruce Lee nodded, found a leftover firewood, and wrote a few big characters on the wall.

"I want to catch Grandpa! No way!"

After finishing writing, he clapped his hands, turned around and left.

Hanging in the air, the two men in black hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Li, there are two of us, put us down quickly!"

Li Xiaolong didn't turn his head back, even though they shouted loudly, they didn't look back, and disappeared into the abandoned factory.

The next day, Bruce Lee went to the boxing gym in the dungeon as before, but now he was careful and brought his nunchucks with him.

After finishing five games easily, he directly started to challenge the King of Fighters.

The King of Fighters is called Bruce, and he is a black man. He is different from Mark, who is a little bit capable, but a serious King of Fighters relying on his own efforts step by step.

I came to the Dungeon Boxing Gym three years ago, and it took me a month to become the King of Fighters. Since then, no one has successfully challenged me.

A month ago, before Bruce Lee came to the boxing gym, someone challenged Bruce. As a result, he was hit by three or two feet and stayed in the hospital for a month.

Bruce Lee stood on the ring and took a sip of water.

Suddenly, the wall clock under the stage burst into screams, and heavy footsteps came from behind.

Bruce Lee turned his head and saw a black and brown moving hill-like person walking towards the ring. With every step he took, Bruce Lee could feel the floor trembling slightly.

Bruce waved at the audience, then set his eyes on Bruce Lee, and said in a deep voice, "Hello, the new boxing champion, I'm Bruce! I'm looking forward to your performance."

The opening was fairly friendly, and Bruce Lee gave him a slight nod.

The referee blew the starting whistle.

The moment the whistle disappeared, Bruce opened his arms and rushed towards Bruce Lee.

Bruce Lee was stunned, wondering what kind of play this was, and punched Bruce in the face.

However, the next second, his arms and shoulders were restrained, and Bruce threw himself directly at him.

Bruce Lee was shocked, and quickly pressed his feet against Bruce's body.

Be good, if you are thrown down this time, even if you are not crushed to death by Bruce's huge size, you will have to be smothered to death by him.

He knew what kind of tricks Bruce was using. This was Ying Guo's sumo technique! .

Chapter 142

Bruce is very powerful, Bruce Lee wants to scold his mother, why does sumo appear in the boxing gym?

Bruce's arm firmly held Bruce Lee's shoulder, and Bruce Lee's leg firmly pressed against Bruce's body, neither of them would let the other.

The audience roared.

"Bruce, come on, crush him to death!"

"Bruce, we must win!"

"Bruce, we must win!"

The two stalemate in this state for a while, and the referee came over to separate the two.

Bruce Lee swallowed hard, panting slightly.

The referee whistled.

Bruce pounced again.

With his first experience, Bruce Lee relied on his agility to get out of the way and rushed to the side of Bruce.

A sweeping kick swept past his heel.

Bang!

Bruce staggered and hit the ground with his ass.

Click!

Bruce Lee seemed to hear the bones on Bruce's body rattling, and rubbed his legs.

The moment his leg hit Bruce's heel, it was like kicking a stone.

Compared with the boss of the Sanda League that day, Bruce was even bigger than him. Although he was not as scary as the sumo members of Yingguo, he was still a heavyweight. According to visual inspection, he weighed at least a pound.

The sound of the bone ringing just now is probably because some bone was crushed by his huge body the moment he fell.

Bruce looked ugly, supported his buttocks, stood up cautiously, adjusted for a moment, immediately pulled the distance between him and Bruce Lee, and punched Bruce Lee on the shoulder.

If this punch really hit him, he probably wouldn't be able to use his shoulders for the rest of his life, so he quickly dodged sideways.

Seizing the opportunity, he punched Bruce on the side of the waist.

Bang!

This punch was aimed at a tricky place, hitting a soft spot, even if the fat thickened into a wall, it couldn't stop it.

Bruce was shocked immediately!

……

10 minutes passed, and Bruce Lee relied on his flexible body to avoid Bruce's attack continuously, without any damage to his body.

Bruce, on the other hand, was punched by Bruce Lee a few times, and his steps faltered a bit.

Looking at the situation, he suffered a lot of internal injuries, and his physical strength was exhausted.

After a 10-minute intermission, the game started again.

Although Bruce has a lot of flesh and strong defense, his movements are very clumsy, and he can't keep up with Bruce Lee's attack at all.

The King of Fighters who has been able to sit firmly for 3 years has a lot to do with his slender body.

But in front of Bruce Lee, there is no problem at all.

Bruce Lee attacked for the nth time and punched Bruce's face.

The facade is where Bruce is weakest.

Bruce's body was originally huge, and every step would consume energy, and this time his mind began to feel a little dazed.

then……

Bang!

A punch hit the bull's-eye, and Bruce took two steps back, clutching his nose and howling.

With a flash in front of his eyes, Bruce Lee secretly said: Here comes the opportunity!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three punches hit the face, and the last punch was directly on the chin.

Bruce fell straight backwards.