The older you get in the martial arts world, the less daring you become.
However, Yang Sheng didn't say much.
Although he had killed an entire family and had killed many people since arriving in this world, he did not consider himself a bloodthirsty person.
Murder was done simply to achieve a goal.
He only wanted a ranking in the Dragon City Championship. As long as his opponent didn't kill him, he wouldn't have to kill people on the stage every time.
Wen, the foreigner standing to the side, got excited when he heard what Uncle Chang said.
"I know the top experts in all the major clubs like the back of my hand."
Did you see that white-haired guy from the British Associated Press? That's White-Headed Tiger Zuo Kun.
You've taken down two of the three big names at the British Associated Press, leaving only this guy.
He is the godson of Chai Hongtu, the former head of the British Associated Press, and is skilled in Tongbei Quan and Piguazhang.
This guy had previously helped Chai Hongtu gamble against those warlords in Thailand, winning seventeen consecutive matches in underground boxing rings.
Those short Thai guys sometimes couldn't even last a single move against him; they'd be smashed to pieces with bloodied heads in the first exchange.
Tongbeiquan and Piguazhang are both Northern-style boxing techniques that involve long-range strikes. They are characterized by their wide, sweeping movements and fierce power, and are rarely seen in Hong Kong.
Yang Sheng looked up and saw that in the few words the foreigner had spoken, Zuo Kun had already finished the fight.
Zuo Kun is extremely tall, nearly two meters, with long arms and legs, and looks extremely fierce.
It would be a waste for someone with this physique to learn Wing Chun, but learning Tongbei Pigua would be a perfect match.
His opponent in the ring didn't even get close to Zuo Kun before being sent flying off the stage.
The whole process was so fast that it was almost impossible for people to react.
No wonder Chai Jiu was confident that Zuo Kun could deal with Yao Hui; this White-Headed Tiger was clearly a cut above Yao Hui.
The foreigner was still there, rambling on and on to explain to Yang Sheng.
Although his information contained a lot of nonsense and his own personal interpretations, Yang Sheng was still able to get a general understanding of all the masters in Hong Kong.
Then it was finally Hong Shenglian's turn to draw lots.
"In the next round, Hong Shenglian will face He Lian. Please send your players to the stage."
Behind Yang Sheng, the foreigner Wen said quickly, "He Lian is also a sunset gang, not much stronger than our Hong Sheng Lian."
He Lian also only had one Red Stick, nicknamed "Mad Dog" Feng Le.
This guy's skills are a motley crew; he's not very strong, but he's incredibly ruthless. Be careful.
Yang Sheng nodded and strode onto the arena.
"The death penalty has been signed!"
Victory or defeat is up to man, life or death is up to fate!
The old man in the long robe stepped down from the boxing ring, and Yang Sheng then took a good look at the 'mad dog' Feng Le in front of him.
The other person was in his twenties, wearing jeans and a floral shirt, with long, flowing hair. He didn't look like a gangster; he looked more like a rock singer.
Feng Le squinted and said with a smile, "You've taken down two of the three tigers of the British Associated Press. Although you're called a '49' (a derogatory term for a traitor), your strength is that of a standard double-flower red stick. I'm definitely no match for you."
How about this, we'll just have a symbolic three-move exchange, and then I'll concede defeat.
You've saved yourself the trouble, and I won't lose too much face. At least give me an explanation, okay?
Yang Sheng chuckled and said, "Go ahead."
Feng Le loosened his joints, took two steps back, and surprisingly accelerated his run-up, launching a high roundhouse kick followed by a spinning back kick and a hook sweep towards Yang Sheng.
The three kicks were executed with such cleanliness and precision that they drew gasps of surprise from below.
Wow!
"Lok-jai! He's even more handsome than Bruce Lee!"
In reality, only some low-level thugs were exclaiming in surprise. Anyone with real skills could see that Feng Le was just showing off.
Even with a high roundhouse kick at the start, you're not afraid of having your lower body broken.
Furthermore, apart from the first kick which still had some power, the other two kicks were too fast to gain any leverage, so they were just for show.
From those three kicks alone, Yang Sheng could tell that his opponent had some background in Taekwondo, Karate, and Muay Thai, but it was more of a jack-of-all-trades than a master.
Taking a step back, Yang Sheng casually lifted and blocked the force of the kick.
But at that moment, something unexpected happened.
As if losing his balance, Feng Le suddenly fell to Yang Sheng's feet, grabbing Yang Sheng's legs with both hands and trying to throw him down.
His move even had a hint of the self-sacrifice technique from Jiu-Jitsu.
However, Yang Sheng seemed to have been prepared all along.
With his feet planted on the Yin-Yang stance, his legs were firmly rooted to the arena like the roots of an old tree.
Feng Le reacted extremely quickly.
Seeing that he couldn't pull Yang Sheng down, he transformed his right hand into a claw and went straight for Yang Sheng's groin!
With a bent knee and a flick of his leg, Yang Sheng delivered a side kick that sent Feng Le flying, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
"court death!"
Before he went into the ring, the foreigner had warned him that Feng Le was ruthless and that he should be careful.
The foreigner Wen knew Yang Sheng's strength, yet he still warned him to be careful, which shows how troublesome Feng Le was.
As the saying goes, even the best kung fu master is afraid of a kitchen knife.
While ring fighting emphasizes stopping short of a fight, the battle involves more than just skill.
Yang Luchan's legendary sand-wielding technique for catching sparrows was incredibly dirty.
Heaven knows how many masters have lost to these underhanded tactics that resemble a street brawl.
From the very beginning, Yang Sheng never believed that Feng Le would only fight three moves. He was a double-flower red stick, so how could he admit defeat so easily?
However, if Feng Le were to compete normally, Yang Sheng would only be aiming for one victory.
But the other party's immediate attempt to demolish the ancestral hall, using such despicable and ruthless methods, is tantamount to courting death.
Yang Sheng charged straight at Feng Le like a ferocious tiger, his fist whistling through the air and even producing a crisp sound.
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