Feng Le's expression changed slightly.
He had witnessed the scene where Yang Sheng killed Ruan Feng.
This guy is incredibly strong; I'm definitely no match for him in a head-on fight.
So he immediately crouched down, rolled over like a lazy donkey, and pounced on Yang Sheng's body. He then stood up and thrust his palms straight into Yang Sheng's kidneys!
Yang Sheng transformed his fist into a palm, and his power exploded forth!
Xingyi Five Elements Fist, Metal Section Splitting Fist!
Feng Le instantly felt a gust of wind rushing towards his head.
If I don't defend myself, my brains will be splattered out in the next moment!
Feng Le withdrew his palms and stepped back, placing his hands above his head, but was still hit by the chopping fist and let out a muffled groan, taking two steps back.
With a sweeping double punch, Feng Le's arms were deflected, leaving his front exposed.
Tsuchibei Yokoken!
His arm was like the shaft of a spear, and his fist like the tip of a spear. When he threw a punch, it was like a spear thrusting out, and it instantly hit Feng Le's abdomen, causing Feng Le to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Mizube Drill Fist!
With a step back and a powerful punch, Yang Sheng's blow was like a cannonball firing, sending Feng Le flying. Feng Le crashed into the ropes of the ring and bounced back.
Fire Department Cannon Fist!
Yang Sheng exerted force with his feet, his body taut like a longbow, took half a step forward, threw out a punch, and launched a rapid attack over short distance.
The lightning-fast punch landed squarely on Feng Le's chest. Everyone heard a loud crack as Feng Le's chest caved in, and the clothes on his back were torn apart.
The Half-Step Crushing Fist penetrates deep into the internal organs!
The entire arena fell silent for a moment, then erupted in screams and gasps.
The most exciting part of these underground boxing matches, where life and death are disregarded, is watching someone get beaten to death in the ring.
However, among all the matches in the Dragon City Championship, the most exciting ones were the two matches played by Yang Sheng.
The others are either evenly matched, so it's best to stop when you're just touching them.
Or it's a direct crushing defeat, like Zuo Kun who used his Pi Gua Palm to cut his opponent's head open and leave them bleeding profusely.
Although it was swift and decisive, the time spent signing the waiver was shorter than the actual competition, making it far less entertaining.
Whether it was good luck or bad luck, Yang Sheng actually drew the double red stick in both rounds.
It's important to know that there aren't many Double Flower Red Sticks in Hong Kong; you only encounter Double Flower Red Sticks when you're in the top 30 or so.
Could there be anything more exciting than beating two Double Flower Red Sticks to death on the ring with such extreme and violent methods?
As soon as he stepped off the stage, a group of Hong Sheng Lian's underlings immediately offered him towels and water, being extremely attentive and excited. This made Di Wei, who was behind him, look somewhat gloomy, and at the same time, there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
Uncle Chang frowned and said, "Ah Sheng, didn't I tell you before not to go too far? Why did you kill someone again?"
Yang Sheng spread his hands innocently: "Old Ding, I didn't want to either."
But this guy has no sportsmanship; he came straight for my groin.
I've never been to Portland Street to vent my anger before. If I really get hurt, wouldn't that be a huge loss?
So I couldn't stop myself for a moment.
However, I've noticed that Lao Ding is from the Lianxi Sunshine Club; they won't dare to cause us trouble.
Uncle Chang shook his head helplessly: "Alright, as long as you know what's going on."
The strength of the Wo Lian was about the same as that of the Hung Shing Lian. Now that a Double Flower Red Stick had died, they were no match for the Hung Shing Lian. Uncle Chang didn't take it seriously.
"You've won this match, so getting into the top 50 is no problem. The next Dragon City Championship is in three days, and after that, it will be one match every three days."
Remember not to cause trouble these three days, and take good care of yourself.
Uncle Chang gave Yang Sheng a few words of advice and then left with his men.
He's too old for the Dragon City Championship to stay up all night.
Yang Sheng stayed behind and continued watching the game with Wen and the others.
Learning from others can be beneficial; even at the top 50 level, there are still quite a few top talents in Hong Kong.
Furthermore, Yang Sheng could also learn about these opponents in advance and gather some information.
At this moment, Yang Sheng suddenly felt someone's gaze fixed on him.
He looked up and saw a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat and an eye patch staring at him menacingly. Then, with a wave of his hand, he led a few of his henchmen away.
When the foreigner saw this, he chuckled and said, "This guy is the one-eyed leopard who is the leader of the alliance."
Feng Le was his right-hand man, the most capable double-flower red stick fighter in the entire He Lian.
Now that you've beaten Feng Le to death in the ring, he's probably mentally devastated.
But Feng Le is strange. Where does he get the confidence to go all out against you, Brother Sheng, in the ring?
Feng Le is always timid and cautious; he should know his own limitations.
Although One-Eyed Leopard wasn't very capable, he was quite astute and knew who the Dragon City Championship was actually for.
In the end, the Dragon City Championship was still about the top gangs dividing up the spoils. Whether Feng Le made it into the top 100, the top 50, or even the top 30 made no difference.
So, is it that Feng Le has gotten too cocky, or that One-Eyed Leopard has become arrogant, daring to use lethal force in the ring?
Yang Sheng stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, but still had no clue.
Turning his head, Yang Sheng said to the foreigner Wen and the others, "Tell the brothers not to leave. Today I have won a great victory over Helian. Please go to Fule Restaurant for a banquet."
"One thousand yuan per table, for a steamed grouper!"
The foreigner's words didn't bother him, but the other underlings cheered.
The Hung Shing Lian triad was a sunset industry, and Uncle Chang and his gang were incredibly stingy, so even though these 49ers were paid by the main branch, they could barely make ends meet.
A banquet costing a thousand yuan per table is something some of my underlings have never eaten in their lives.
Yang Sheng killed Luo Rong and made a fortune. Since he couldn't take it with him, he naturally wanted to win people's hearts in a place like this.
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