Yang Sheng stared at Yao Hui, tilted his head, and gripped the triangular dagger in his hand again.
"Ancient Muay Thai only has punching techniques, not boxing methods; it only trains but doesn't nurture. It's practically training people as weapons."
When you reach forty, all your hidden injuries will start to flare up, and by then you'll wish you were dead.
Yaohui said indifferently, "You've learned a bunch of messy things, yet you won't even live to be forty."
You disturbed my boss's sleep, so I'm sending you on your way today!
Yaohui charged again, but Yang Sheng didn't dodge or flinch. Instead, he thrust his triangular dagger straight into Yaohui's throat!
In terms of height, Yao Hui is taller than Yang Sheng, and his wingspan is also longer.
Even if Yaohui held the knuckle duster in reverse, it would definitely be the knuckle duster that first slashed across Yang Sheng's throat.
But Yang Sheng neither dodged nor flinched, as if he intended to die together with Yao Hui in this life-for-life exchange.
The instant the knuckle duster and the triangular dagger clashed, Yang Sheng shifted his feet and lunged forward half a step, almost pressing his neck against the opponent's dagger.
At the same time, Yang Sheng's left hand coiled around Yao Hui's left arm like a serpent, imprinting itself on his left elbow joint.
The Eight Trigrams and Sixty-Four Hands!
The dragon presents its claws!
Yang Sheng's sudden attack caught Yao Hui off guard.
Before he could tear Yang Sheng's throat any further, Yang Sheng turned his head and narrowly dodged Yao Hui's knife.
Yaohui instantly changed the direction of the blade and slashed horizontally at Yang Sheng.
But Yang Sheng seemed to have anticipated Yao Hui's reaction. He instantly reversed his grip on the triangular dagger and thrust it fiercely at the blade of the knuckle duster!
A loud "clang" rang out.
The tip of the triangular dagger shattered, but Yaohui's brass knuckle dagger was also shattered by this attack.
Furthermore, Yaohui gripped the brass knuckles on the hilt of the knife so tightly that his four fingers on his right hand were completely twisted and deformed, covered in blood.
Even with Yaohui's pain tolerance, he couldn't help but groan and his face contorted.
The triangular dagger was far less effective in Yang Sheng's hands than the tiger-knuckle dagger was in Yao Hui's hands.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Yang Sheng was prepared to disable the opponent's weapon!
With his right hand crippled, Yaohui launched an even more frenzied and proactive attack.
His legs swept across like iron whips, each kick carrying a fierce gust of wind.
When Yao Hui was learning boxing in Thailand, some people kicked sandbags, some kicked tree stumps, but he kicked iron pipes!
Yang Sheng neither dodged nor evaded, but met the kick with his fist.
Cai Li Fo!
Iron Arrow Fist!
With one burst of energy, we forge ahead without hesitation!
The loud bangs from the clash of fists and feet even drowned out the shouts of the dozens of people present, leaving everyone on both sides dumbfounded.
Yaohui's face was covered in sweat, whether from the pain in his twisted right hand or from exhaustion, it was hard to tell.
Suddenly, he let out a sharp shout, his body hovering in the air as he launched a flying knee strike at Yang Sheng!
Being suspended in mid-air without any leverage is extremely dangerous.
But Yaohui suddenly changed his move, striking Yang Sheng head-on with his left elbow mid-air!
Yang Sheng stepped forward, his strength opening and closing, using the Bajiquan top elbow strike!
Elbow to elbow, Yaohui landed from mid-air, gaining the advantage in strength, and Yang Sheng was blasted back a step.
But Yaohui was already in mid-air and could no longer get any leverage. Before he could even regain his footing, Yang Sheng struck him in the chest with a palm, sending him flying and sliding slowly down the wall.
Bajiquan, Mountain-Splitting Palm!
Yaohui's entire chest caved in, and shattered ribs pierced his heart, causing him to gush blood from his mouth.
Looking at Yang Sheng, who was still breathing slightly, Yao Hui seemed to use his last bit of strength to shout in a hoarse voice, "Boss! Run!"
The British Associated Press underlings around him saw Yao Hui spitting blood and already lifeless.
After a moment of stunned silence, he panicked and fled downstairs.
To them, Nanshan Hu Yaohui was a fierce fighter who could take on a hundred men single-handedly, the most capable double-flower red stick in the entire British Associated Press.
As a result, such a formidable person was beaten to death by Yang Sheng. Wouldn't they be courting death if they attacked again?
…………
At this very moment, in the alley opposite the Fulong Building.
A Toyota Corolla rolled down its window, and an arm reached out to flick the ash from a cigarette.
He was a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a black jacket. His complexion was dark, and although his appearance was fairly decent, his forehead was full of wrinkles, giving him a sorrowful and haggard look.
The back window was also opened, revealing a young man's head. He asked somewhat nervously, "Officer Chen, those guys from Hung Shing Lian have been inside for several minutes now. Aren't we going in?"
The middle-aged man exhaled a smoke ring and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "To catch someone in the act of adultery, you have to catch them in the act of stealing. The most important thing in our line of work is patience."
Remember, we're not here today for those scoundrels from Hung Shing Lian and Luo Rong's messy business.
Most importantly, this incident should catch Luo Rong off guard and provide evidence of his purchase and sale of large quantities of counterfeit goods.
Therefore, the timing must be very precise; it cannot be too early or too late.
Also, please don't call me Chan Sir. You can call me Dad like Fat Chow and Lok Chow do, or you can call me Uncle Yiu if you don't want to.
Another young man with a buzz cut in the back seat patted the other man on the shoulder and laughed, "Newbie, learn a lot from your dad."
My father once single-handedly held off a massive firefight between the Chao Yi-Yung and Yi Hing triads, involving tens of thousands of people, earning him a personal commendation from the British superintendent.
Inspector Chan shook his head and said, "Lok, stop bragging. Do you expect me to explain to every newcomer that I almost peed my pants in fear back then?"
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