My Gorgeous Fiancee

From the moment the opponent made his move just now, Wu Congwen could tell that Black Two was practicing Tai Fist.    

    

Tai Chi was the most ferocious and incisive fist technique in the world, they paid particular attention to the toughness of the body. It was said that there was an abnormal master of Tai Chi who could break a marble tablet with a kick.    

    

And Wu Liangwen had already seen that the opponent's punch contained a tremendous amount of strength. From the looks of it, even if it was just a steel plate, it would still have a big hole in it.    

    

Wu Shangwen didn't retreat. He raised his foot, and like a whip, fiercely whipped his opponent's wrist.    

    

However, Hei Er's reaction was fast as well. Seeing that his opponent was already prepared, he immediately retracted his fist and took the opportunity to kick his opponent's foot.    

    

This kind of reaction speed was rarely seen in Wu Zewen's past opponents. He immediately shouted out explosively and his leg changed its attacking trajectory, kicking towards his opponent's chest.    

    

As a result, Black Two had no choice but to retreat.    

    

As soon as the two of them started fighting, the leopard next to them was shocked to their souls. If it had been them, they would have already been defeated in the second exchange.    

    

"No wonder you dare to go against my Black Dragon Gang. It turns out you really do have some skills." "Interesting."    

    

As Hei Er circled around Wu, he stretched his wrist.    

    

The gash caused by Wu Zewen's copper button had already stopped bleeding, so it didn't matter anymore.    

    

Wu Shangwen sneered and said: "Play slowly, what's interesting is still at the end." "See how I'll play you to death."    

    

Wu Shangwen's figure flashed as he punched towards Hei Er's stomach. Hei Er used his arm to block Wu Shangwen's hand, then suddenly leaned over, grabbed Wu Shangwen's head, and nudged his knee up.    

    

This time, not only was it sudden, it was also extremely sharp.    

    

The reason why Thai Fist was famous for its ruthlessness was because it had another name, the Eight Leg Movement Skill.    

    

Four limbs with elbows and knees.    

    

The knees, in particular, were forbidden to be used in the scattered combat arenas of many countries. One of the most important reasons was that the killing power of one's knees was extremely strong. It was very easy to kill one's opponent.    

    

However, Wu Shangwen didn't panic. Just as the opponent's knee was about to collide with his own face, a silver light flashed in Wu Shangwen's hand and fiercely stabbed into the opponent's knee.    

    

"Ah!    

    

With a miserable scream, Hei Er retreated. He held his knees as he squatted on the ground and pulled out the needle. Because the needle was so small, only a few bean-sized drops of blood flowed out from the surface of his skin.    

    

Wu Zewen didn't prick his opponent's acupoints because he didn't want to do that. If that was the case, then it would be too boring. He was like a cat toying with a mouse, letting his enemy slowly die in despair and fear.    

    

"Despicable!"    

    

"Ha ha-ha ha!" Hei Er threw the silver needles aside and said disdainfully.    

    

He pointed at Black Two and said, "You also have the face to say that, your Black Dragon Gang did all sorts of heinous things, and actually secretly helped the island's assassins carry out some cruel plan, causing many people's lives. A person like you, after dying, will definitely be sent to the eighteenth level of hell, never to reincarnate."    

    

Snorting coldly, he said: "What do you know? Since ancient times, the victor is the king, the loser is the thief. As long as you succeed, everything you've done in the past will be right, because this world only recognizes the successful. No one will sympathize with the loser. This is our law of survival. "    

    

"Ridiculous, dogshit rule of survival. Today, I want you to pay a heavy price for this rule of survival. "    

    

After Wu Zewen finished speaking, his body flashed and like a heavy cannonball, he shot towards his opponent at a speed so fast that even the air was filled with the sound of whistling wind.    

    

Hei Er smiled sinisterly and dodged to the side. At the same time, he raised his hands towards the sky and took a strange pose. He took a deep breath, and immediately after, a crackling sound of bones could be heard from within his body.    

    

It was as if his bones were being reassembled and his body had become even harder than before. He looked just like a chunk of steel.    

    

At the same time, Hei Er's eyes became violent, like a beast that would choose its prey at any time.    

    

The two of them stared at each other as the atmosphere became tense. They could only hear the northwest wind whistling past their ears like a small knife, cutting their skin and causing them to feel pain.    

    

Suddenly, both of them moved. Their figures overlapped each other in an instant, and after a brief exchange, they quickly separated.    

    

Wu Shangwen felt as if he had hit a wall, and the bones in his fists were aching. The other party was the toughest opponent he had ever met.    

    

Obviously, it was related to Black Two's strange posture a moment ago.    

    

The Thai boxing master's training was quite cruel. To give a simple example, at the beginning, his hands and feet, as well as his knees and elbows, were wrapped in gauze and used to hit the tree trunk wrapped in hemp rope.    

    

After a period of time, he would untie the hemp rope and simply hit the tree trunk. After a period of training, a powerful expert would be able to break down a large tree that was as thick as a bucket with a single kick.    

    

After that, he would have to focus on the cement pillars, and over time, he would be able to reach the stage where he could destroy the monoliths.    

    

However, these people relied on external forces to destroy their bodies and achieve their goals. Compared to the refinement with true energy by Wu Shangwen, they were obviously at a different level.    

    

After exchanging a few rounds, Wu Shangwen had understood this principle and kept on attacking.    

    

Boom! Boom! Boom!    

    

The two of them clashed several more times, causing the air to explode.    

    

Wu Zewen's body was like a cheetah hunting for food. His entire body was filled with explosive power. As he dodged, he was extremely agile, and his footsteps were steady.    

    

Black Two waved his steel-like four limbs and swung at Wu Zewen time and time again, smashing the steel door behind him until it became riddled with holes.    

    

The two of them exchanged ten moves in an instant. Black Two was gradually forced into a corner by Wu Zewen.    

    

The latter rose up into the air and twisted its body in the air. A foot was like a whip as it swept towards Hei Er's head with a 'chi' sound.    

    

Even if Hei Er was made of cast iron, he would not dare to take this move head on. He hastily bent over to dodge it. By the time he did not want to stand up again, his opponent was already gone.    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

Hei Er's heart skipped a beat as he felt an inexplicable panic. He hurriedly retreated backwards, his back pressing tightly against a high wall that was eight or nine meters tall. He carefully observed his surroundings.    

    

But there wasn't the slightest trace of Wu Lie, and the latter seemed to have vanished into thin air.    

    

"Fuck, where did you go? "If you have the guts, then get out here right now."    

    

Hei Er roared.    

    

Suddenly he felt a shower of rain, and a few drops of it fell into his collar. It was cool.    

    

In the clear morning, when the sun was high in the sky, where would it rain?    

    

He took a closer sniff. Something was wrong, why did the raindrops carry a strange smell?    

    

Immediately, he turned his head to look at the top of the wall and saw Wu Shangwen standing on the wall behind him, urinating towards him.    

    

"I was too busy fighting you just now that I forgot that I have to piss every morning and throw it on your head. Sorry about that!"    

    

Wu Shangwen's shoulders shook a bit before he fastened his belt and let out a sigh of relief.    

    

Below, Black Two was shocked and angry. While he was shocked, the wall was at least eight or nine meters high and there was no support to climb. He really didn't know how the other party had managed to climb up.    

    

He was angry that this guy had peed on him, causing his lungs to explode.    

    

"F * ck, you have balls."    

    

Hei Er's finger that was pointing at Wu Lie was trembling. He turned around and ran to the place where his gun fell. He picked up his gun and aimed it at Wu Lie, wanting to shoot.    

    

However, when he raised his head, he suddenly found that the top of the wall was empty. Just as he was searching for traces of the other party, a gust of wind came from behind him. Before he could even turn around, he felt a sharp pain from his wrist.    

    

It was precisely Wu Shangwen who had circled behind the opponent without anyone noticing, kicked off the gun in the opponent's hand with one kick, and then kicked Black Two's head away.    

    

In his fury, Hei Er reached out and picked up a steel bar as thick as a baby's arm from the ground. These steel bars were originally used to weld large iron cages.    

    

"F * ck me!"    

    

Black Two roared and smashed towards Wu Zewen.    

    

Wu Zewen didn't dodge until the steel bar hit the top of his head, but neither did he dodge. Seeing this, Black Two secretly rejoiced that the steel bar would fall down even faster. It seemed like he really wanted to smash the opponent into the ground.    

    

Boom! *    

    

The steel bar ruthlessly smashed down, however, it didn't smash onto Wu Zewen's body, but solidly smashed onto the ground, causing a huge crater to appear on the concrete floor. It was obvious that if it were to hit someone else, they would have already been smashed into a meat patty.    

    

Only now did he realize that what he had struck earlier was only an illusion of the other party.    

    

He thought that after roaming the underworld for so many years, this was the first time he met someone as supernatural as him.    

    

"It's time to end this!"    

    

A shout came from behind him, followed by a kick that fiercely landed on his opponent's back.    

    

He kicked Black Two until he was like a dog eating shit and struggled for a while before getting up.    

    

A surge of true energy gushed out from Wu Ziwen's kick, injuring the opponent's meridians. It would be strange if Black Two was able to get up.    

    

Actually, Wu Zewen had been looking for this opportunity just now. However, Black Two's skills were sharp and his physique was extremely powerful, so he didn't dare to be careless. If it wasn't for the fact that he made a mistake, he wouldn't have had the chance to make a move either.    

    

Wu Zewen grabbed the back of the man's collar and dragged him down the mountain like he was dragging a dead dog.    

    

Before he left, he set fire to the base.    

    

Black Two's eyes turned red as it stared at the blazing flames, struggling nonstop.    

    

"You've ruined the island's killer's plan. Even if you die ten thousand times, it won't be enough. Just wait for the enemy's endless revenge."    

    

"Take revenge on your mother. You're still being dishonest now!"    

    

Wu Zewen slapped the other person's face, causing a large lump to appear on Black Two's head. He let out a blind groan, but didn't dare to say anything more.