What does it feel like to be held by a big man for a while? Especially when the guy who hugs someone wants to open his mouth to bite you?

Wu Liang, who was furious, put on a formal posture for the first time, not the half-baked sanda that he learned in physical education class in college, but the "karate" that he learned for more than two months from the serious 800 of the feather fang.

With a unique breathing technique known as "breath blowing" in karate, Wu Liang struck a classic karate opening pose.

The current style of painting is a bit abnormal, is the rule going to change from unrestricted fighting to karate vs. Indian-style wrestling?

The situation seemed to develop like this, Ah San on the field lowered his body and rushed towards Wu Liang from diagonally below, and only waved his hands out when he approached, this time he wanted to grab Wu Liang's collar.

Flying away the dirty hand that the opponent grabbed towards his collar, Wu Liang gave up his body, made a ninety-degree turn, and grabbed the opponent's left arm with his right hand and pressed it heavily on the "Qi Ze acupoint" in the elbow. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's arm is paralyzed, the heel of the right foot slams heavily on the surface of the opponent's foot.

Wu Liang's target is the "weeping point" on the foot, if you are stepped on, it will produce a huge paralyzing feeling, although the opponent is not barefoot when wearing shoes, but the effect of stepping on the heel of the military boot according to the approximate position will not be too bad.

After the two paralyzing points were contained, there was a noticeable pause in the opponent's movements. This kind of good opportunity could not be missed, the left hand first inserted a "through" hand into the fifth rib of the opponent's chest, and then the left hand grabbed the collar of the camouflage uniform, dragging the opponent's face towards him. Next, let go of the right hand that was still clutching the elbow "Shakuzawa Acupoint", and hit the opponent's defenseless chest a few times---- "Fist Five Stages Consecutive Strike"!

Where is Wu Liang's fist so easy to suffer, the strengthened body coupled with unremitting exercise, with the karate strong force technique, the striking force of each punch is more than 500 kilograms. The corners of the opponent's mouth had already begun to foam blood from the corners of the opponent's mouth after the five punches, if it weren't for the collar of the clothes still being pulled by Wu Liang's hand, he would have collapsed to the ground at this time.

The surrounding circle is basically mercenaries from Northern Europe, where will they know the magic of punching holes, just watching Ah San on the field being restrained by Wu Liang like a toy, and being punched several times in the chest without resistance.

"Oh! Finally blood! Well played! ”

"I'm afraid these punches didn't break all the ribs, right? Did the doctor come? ”

"It's okay, the doctor has arrived, and he's checking on the unlucky guy with the egg! Can't die! ”

"Come on! There's one left! ”

The bar owner, who was named as a referee and had been paddling for half a day, excitedly shouted at Wu Liang: "Well done, there is only one left!" You're going to win, and I'm going to ask everyone here for a drink! ”

"Oh! There aren't many chances to make Jack the Smoker bleed! Boy, fight hard, you must win! ”

"Shut up! Alfred, you sharp-tongued fellow, pay me off the drink money you owe today! ”

"Hahaha! Old Jack's heart has been broken! ”

There was a lot of commotion in the bar, with the sound of laughter and glass shattering on the floor, and the two protagonists in the center of the room were ignored.

The last Indian mercenary standing in the field slowly took off his coat, wearing only a vest like Wu Liang, ignoring the laughter around him, and walked to the center of the clearing. It was only then that Wu Liang noticed that this guy was wearing a bracelet made of linen thread on his wrist, which was actually a Kshatriya representing the warrior class.

"Boy, I don't know where you're from! But you and this mean woman have humiliated me and my companions, and I want you to pay the price? ”

"Huh! If you didn't run away when you met the tiger, then where did the word humiliation begin? If you don't have the ability, don't brag about such a big! You still want me to pay? You've got a bad brain, right? COME ON, I'M SCARED TO DEATH! "For these wastes who have no ability to deal with tigers, but have the ability to beat Michael with more people, Wu Liang and Wu Liang don't even bother to speak, and it is rare to take the initiative to provoke.

"Suffer death!" After shouting wildly, the last Ah San directly hit a set of sharp combination punches.

Roar! It's a good thing! The strength is also good, it looks like he has practiced boxing with his heart, no wonder he dared to speak wildly when he saw that his three companions were all knocked down.

However, what if you have practiced with your heart, the difference in agility of a dozen or even dozens of points cannot be made up by the word heart, and talent is equally important. How many monsters in this world can suppress Wu Liang in all directions like the Feather Fang?

"Huh!" If you really talk about it, it seems that there are quite a few more.

However, compared with the opponent in front of him, the strength is superior, the agility is superior, and the gap in dynamic vision is not on an order of magnitude, saying that it is hand-to-hand combat is actually more like Wu Liang suppressing his ability and playing with the free sparring partner he found.

Dodge every punch your opponent with ease, and circle around the last foe, like a cat teasing a mouse.

"Obediently admit the evil deeds you escaped from the battle, and after returning all the things you took, you can get out! Do you hear that? Clenching the opponent's fist tightly, Wu Liang grabbed the arm of the last Ah San, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

In front of so many peers, if he just admitted that his group fled in the face of two tigers, the names of these four Indian mercenaries would be completely stinky in the local area.

The guy who was pinched in Wu Liang's hand obviously didn't intend to admit it, and his other hand quietly touched his pants pocket, and a darkly painted folding knife appeared in his hand, and it went up his arm.

The blade of the knife was painted in dark camouflage, and there was his arm as a cover, and when Wu Liang found out that something was wrong, it was a little late when he let go and retreated, and a long knife was cut on his wrist, but fortunately, the wound was not deep when he dodged.

Even if Wu Liang held the wound on his wrist tightly, the blood donation was still flowing down drop by drop.

"You coward, how dare you use a weapon to hurt someone in a Viking game?" The tavernkeeper, known as Jack by the drinkers, roars and tries to pick up the double-edged tomahawk in his hand and slash the shitty slut to death. The surrounding audience was also very unhappy, and they picked up the large wine glasses or beer bottles of oak clad iron in their hands and threw them towards the guy who injured Wu Liang.

The Kshatriya noble mercenary who originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to stab Wu Liang a few more times was smashed on the head and bleeding by the wine bottles that came from all directions, and even the knife in his hand was smashed away by the wine glass that flew from nowhere.