"Oh! Oh! Oh! I can't see it! Asian kid, a bit of a guts. I like it, I'll give you a drink later! ”

"In Valkyrie's name, I'm the referee for this game, and I swear I won't take sides and remain absolutely neutral. Now that the challenger is in place, who of the four of you will come first? ”

The four Indians who were forced into the corner couldn't pull their heads, and threw the bits and pieces on their bodies to the ground with "ding ding dong dong", disarming their bodies, and standing side by side on the edge of the open space with unkind faces, and after a few glances at each other, a guy with a red turban on his head stood up and walked quickly to the opposite side of Wu Liang.

After glaring at Wu Liang viciously, he whispered, "Boy, I'm going to let you go to the hospital bed with your friend to be your companion!" ”

“pussy cat！ Don't just let the mouth cannon go, let the horse come! Wu Liang gave a middle finger and made an international gesture!

The red turban Ah San was about to rush up, but was pushed away by the strong man shopkeeper: "Hey! Scum! I haven't announced the start yet, what are you in a hurry! ”

"The game of the Vikings is absolutely sacred, since it is a game, no weapons are allowed, and there are no other requirements! You! And you guys! Did you hear it all? ”

"No problem!" Wu Liang responded domineeringly. If, these four guys are on it together, it may still be a bit threatening, one-on-one, then who is afraid of whom! Slap him!

"We're okay!"

The strong man boss walked to the center of the clearing, raised his right hand and waved it down: "The game begins!" ”

Ah San, who was wrapped in a red turban, was like a mad cow, rushing straight at Wu Liang, and kicked him in the chest.

What a naïve idiot who doesn't know the most basic martial arts common sense, and dares to jump up and kick someone without even making a temptation? How can you exert your strength if you can't keep your center of gravity?

Wu Liang gently retreated to the left rear, first let go of the kick in the chest, grabbed the right leg of the red turban with his right hand, and was not idle at his feet, raised the red turban on his left foot and stepped on it, and then sent it behind him with his right hand.

"Bang!" The red bandana immediately lost its center of gravity, waving his hands wildly trying to grab something to stabilize his body. It's a pity that after Wu Liang made these moves, the whole person had already jumped far away. A neat and neat horse was displayed in front of everyone, but the owner of the body was already in pain at the moment, and only the strength of gasping was left, and he couldn't even make the sound of exhalation.

"Shhh This is sour enough! ”

"It hurts to watch!"

"I wonder if this idiot is going to die!"

"Pants are squeezing balls, aren't they? Absolutely! You can see that his pants have been completely straightened just now! ”

"Look! This idiot is foaming at the mouth! Doctor? Who's going to call the doctor? ”

The onlookers gasped when they saw the tragic image of the red bandana, and after a lot of discussion, they subconsciously touched their hands to the crotch of their pants.

"Huh! Idiot, it looks like you're going to the hospital! Wu Liang, who easily put down the red bandana after five movements, clapped his hands easily, raised his index finger and ticked the remaining three Indian mercenaries who were a little dumbfounded: "Didn't you see that this thing is foaming at the mouth?" Don't hurry up and drag it out, hurry up next time, I'm in a hurry! ”

"You bastard!" Two of the remaining three Indian mercenaries stepped forward, one of them dragged his fainting companion with a red dot on his head, and the other rushed towards Wu Liang wearing a camouflage vest with a military badge around his neck.

This one looks like that, there is no blind kicking, and two jabs with his left hand are tentatively stopped by Wu Liang with his hands, and the distance between the two sides is vigilant.

You're not going to attack, are you? Never mind! Wu Ke was not welcome, a straight punch in his left hand attracted the attention of his opponent, and a heavy punch in his right hand was also punched. Although the opponent blocked it with his left forearm, under the force of his body, his upper body leaned a lot to the right back, resulting in some deformation of the movement and the door was wide open.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you! Wu Liang struck a coherent left hook his opponent's already empty lower abdomen, right in the stomach.

"Wow!" A mouthful of vomit mixed with gastric juice gushed out and drenched Wu Liang's shoes.

The battered opponent fell to his knees holding his lower abdomen.

"Oh! Let's just say that these Indians are all sissies, and they will be scrapped with one punch. ”

"Who's to say it isn't! No wonder I was scared just by meeting two tigers. ”

"Oh! Look, he stood up again and said. ”

There is still a bit of military temperament! Like a wounded beast, punch after punch hit Wu Liang one after another.

Facing the fist that came at the speed of the turtle in front of him, Wu Liang either easily dodged or slapped the opponent's forearm with his hand to open the fist, dealing with it easily and freely, and even more exaggerated in the middle, expressing his contempt for the opponent.

After a few flashes, the opponent was a little anxious, and the punches he hit no longer left room for relaxation, and the movements became bigger and bigger.

After dodging his opponent's straight right hand with all his might, Wu Liang no longer retreated but stepped forward, slamming a knife into the back of his opponent's neck.

With a "plop", Ah San fell to the ground, and this time he never got up again.

"Oh! Nice hit! ”

"No way, the standard is too bad!"

"Yes! It's like adults teasing children! ”

"Knock down with technique, win beautiful!"

Putting down the two of them within three minutes, such a high efficiency and Wu Liang's superb skills surprised the opponent, and the remaining two people looked at each other a little overwhelmed.

"Next! Don't look at it, it's you! Wu Liang pointed to the "man!" Ah San, who had a red dot on his head, said.

"Bastard! There is also a limit to looking down on people? Being provoked in front of him, Ah San couldn't pull his face in the playful eyes of everyone, and he pounced on Wu Liang with a good fit.

The opponent opened his hands and hugged Wu Liang's waist tightly at the moment he rushed over, looking like he was going to play close combat.

Spread his feet, Wu Liang stabilized his body, and in turn strangled Ah San's neck from above with the covering grappling skills in wrestling. Both hands hugged Ah San's neck and one left hand, and he kept moving sideways from side to side in a large way, trying to shake off the nasty guy who was holding him tightly.

Unexpectedly, the red-dotted Ah San was like a soft-shelled turtle that bit the target, he didn't let go, and kept trying to open his mouth to bite the right hand that Wu Liang strangled his neck.

Damn it! Does this guy have any infectious diseases? Why do you like to open your mouth and bite people? Wu Liang, who was furious, let go of his hands and smashed his elbows his opponent's back. One hit, two blows, and the opponent who didn't wait for the third smash to suffer pain took the initiative to let go of his hand, and the two sides separated again.