Sang Biao rushed forward, howling, holding a half-broken sharp wine bottle.
But before he could rush to Morales, a fist appeared in front of him.
Bang!
Sang Biao fell straight down with two lines of blood flowing from his nose.
"Damn, how shameless is this guy? He even hurt my hand." Jiang Feng shook his wrist and cursed.
"Jiang Feng? Is that you? I have no grudge against you yesterday or today, why did you come to my place to cause trouble?" Feng Xiuwen recognized Jiang Feng and said gritting his teeth.
The Feng family and the Jiang family are both one of the three major families in Shancheng, and the upper class circle in Shancheng is relatively small, so naturally they know each other.
Although Jiang Feng doesn't often come to places like this, many people have heard of his name.
The rich and powerful second-generations around Feng Xiuwen were all dumbfounded when they heard that the person standing in front of them was Jiang Feng, the eldest son of the Jiang family.
"He is Jiang Feng? Isn't Jiang Feng a low-key person who doesn't like to be in the spotlight? Why did he come here to cause trouble today?"
"You ask me how I know, but he seems to be in the same group with that white-haired guy. Didn't they say before that Young Master Feng smashed someone else's store? I guess Jiang Feng is standing up for his friend."
"The young masters of the two major families in Shancheng are facing off. This is going to be a good show to watch."
Not all of Feng Xiuwen's cronies were on his side. When they saw that the person who appeared was Jiang Feng, some of them immediately showed a gloating expression.
"Don't get me wrong, I personally have no intention of going against you, but if your people want to beat up my brother, I can't tolerate it." Jiang Feng said with his hands spread out.
What Jiang Feng meant was that Mo Laishi could come and cause trouble, but your people could not beat him.
If you dare to hit him, I will hit you.
Feng Xiuwen was so angry that his back teeth were about to break. He said with a gloomy face, "Very good, Jiang Feng, others are afraid of your Jiang family, but I am not. Today, neither of you will leave this bar."
After Feng Xiuwen finished speaking, he yelled at the crew-haired man who had been drinking alone in the corner, "Guo Ping, what the hell are you still doing sitting there? Kill them for me."
Snap!
Guo Ping crushed the wine glass with one hand and slowly stood up, exuding a dangerous aura.
Ten-man enemy level? And ten-man enemy level two?
Quite interesting.
Mo Laishi saw Guo Ping's martial arts level and was slightly surprised.
He didn't expect that there was such a warrior around Feng Xiuwen.
The so-called ten-man enemy is a standard used to quantify the value of military force.
As the name suggests, Ten Enemies means that one person can defeat ten strong men at the same time.
And if you can defeat ten people at the second level, you can defeat twenty people at the same time.
With the third stage, you can knock down thirty people at the same time, and so on.
Only when you reach the level of being able to defeat ten enemies can you be called a qualified warrior.
When one can defeat a hundred people, he can be called a master, and only when he can defeat a thousand people can he be considered a grandmaster.
When Mo Laishi saw the wolf head logo on Guo Ping's arm, his eyes narrowed slightly and he asked, "You were the one who brought people to smash my store, right?"
Guo Ping said nothing, his eyes fixed on Mo Laishi, like a hungry wolf waiting for an opportunity.
"Forget it. Whether it's you or not, the fight is set today. Go ahead." Mo Laishi waved his hand.
As soon as he finished speaking, Guo Ping rushed straight towards Mo Laishi.
His body was as swift as a leopard and his moves were as fast as the wind. He launched a fatal move right from the start, attacking Mo Laishi's throat.
Huh?
Krav Maga?
Morais turned his head to avoid the fatal blow.
He was not in a hurry to take action now. He wanted to see how well this young man with a flat head had practiced Krav Maga.
The so-called Krav Maga is an Israeli fighting technique.
If they don't attack, it's fine. But once they attack, they will attack the vital parts of the human body, making the person lose the ability to resist in an instant.
Therefore, Krav Maga is also known as the art of killing.
It is rumored that special forces from many countries around the world are learning this killing technique.
When Morais was traveling with his master, he saw a Krav Maga master who faced fifty people and knocked them all down in less than three minutes.
Seeing someone perform it again today immediately piqued his interest.
Seeing that his attack missed, Guo Ping immediately changed his tactics, retracting his outstretched fist in an instant, while his other hand attacked Molaishi's left rib.
Morais twisted his body at an incredible angle and dodged the attack again.
Seeing that his attack still couldn't hit the opponent, Guo Ping became a little angry and attacked even more fiercely.
He used fists, legs, elbows and knees, and his attacks were continuous, falling like raindrops.
But every attack was dodged by Morais, and even the corner of his clothes was not touched.
But in the eyes of everyone, this scene seemed to be that Mo Laishi was at a disadvantage and was being beaten by Guo Ping.
The people around the bar began to talk.
"Holy crap! Who's that guy in the black vest? He was so quick, I couldn't even see him clearly."
"That's right, that white-haired guy is in trouble this time. I guess he won't be able to hold on for much longer."
"I hope the little brother is okay. It would be a shame if such a handsome guy got his face bruised."
Jiang Feng, who was watching the battle from the side, also felt his heart tighten.
He really wanted to rush over to help, but he was afraid that this would only drag down Mo Laishi, so he could only stand there, sweating profusely.
"Fuck, Guo Ping, haven't you eaten yet? We've been fighting for so long and still haven't defeated the opponent. What's the use of you?" Feng Xiuwen cursed from the side.
His curse instantly ignited Guo Ping, who was on the verge of a rage.
Guo Ping's eyes turned red, and he roared, lifting a marble table weighing over 200 pounds with both hands and smashing it at Mo Laishi.
If you get hit by this, broken bones and tendons are the least of your worries. The most likely outcome is instant death.
Mo Laishi narrowed his eyes and this time he did not dodge, but walked towards the stone table.
"ah……"
There were girls in the crowd who didn't dare to look, so they screamed and closed their eyes.
Just when the stone table was about to hit Mo Laishi, he stopped, took a deep breath, and activated the Tiangang Jue. A force of energy that no one else could see appeared in his palm.
Mo Laishi raised his right hand over his shoulder and slapped the stone table.
Boom!
The stone table shattered into pieces on the spot and fell to the ground in pieces.
Smoke and dust rose up, and everyone present fell silent. Everyone had their eyes wide open and their mouths open.
The whole place was silent.
Even the person who was lying injured on the ground stopped wailing.
For a long time, the sound of swallowing saliva came one after another.
Jiang Feng rubbed his eyes and said to himself exaggeratedly: "Oh my god, do you have to be so exaggerated?"
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