Ghost Cry took a deep look at this Tong boss, and then said, "Okay!"

Boss Tong took a breath and glanced at the other person again. This man was tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, as if he was moving a bucket, and even if the ghost cried, he was a head shorter.

Judging from his appearance, he was born with a Buddha and was bald. The appearance is average, and the eyes are large, which is incomparable to Ghost Cry.

His hands were extraordinarily long, like those of a gibbon, and they fell almost to the knees.

The body is strong, the arms are very long, and the neck is particularly thick, at first glance, he is a genius who is born to practice martial arts, and his roots and bones are excellent.

"Dayong, you go up. ”

With a breath on the side, the white bird's pupils opened slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Brother Ghost Cry, be careful, this is Tong Yong, Boss Tong's personal guard, especially good at punches and feet, his fists can even break bluestones, his arms are invulnerable, and he is known as Iron Hand." From now when he has this title, he doesn't know how many people have died in his iron hands, so be careful. ”

Tong Yong ripped off his upper clothes, jumped up, and Ghost Cry glanced at his hands, his hands were almost twisted because of the perennial impact on hard objects, and the thick calluses seemed to cover his hands with a layer of iron armor.

Such a pair of hands is clumsy, but it cannot be denied that such hands are extremely powerful, no less powerful than weapons such as hammers.

Ghost Cry nodded at Shiratori to indicate that he knew, and then threw the sword down: "The sword is back to you." ”

Boss Tong caught the sword and then asked his subordinates to keep it carefully. It's not a good sword, but the decoration on it, the history of this sword, makes this sword worth a lot more than many good swords.

Tong Yong said sullenly: "Can you start?"

Ghost Cry took off the hat and threw it into the arms of the white bird, raised his hands, and said, "Come on!"

There was an uproar all over the audience, and the white bird was even more cold.

Ghost Cry put on a posture, his hands were like two doors, firmly blocking the front, bowing his head and his head, and the whole person shrunk together.

Looking at Tong Yong again, his body is stretched, his hands are slightly probed, and his five fingers are like hooks, which is exactly the Fulong style in the famous Mountain Swing Boxing of Wandao Country.

Look at Tong Yong, soft and strong, loose and tight, the body is stretched, and it can be stretched like a hard bow at any time. Agile and powerful, you can see from this alone that his boxing skills are perfect.

Watching the ghost cry, his body curled up like a rough man in the field, although it seems that he is very skilled in this kind of posture, but everyone is not optimistic about him.

But, that's just the opinion of the majority. There are also a few small number of people, but their faces are serious, and there are doubts in the seriousness, all of them are masters of boxing.

The corners of Boss Tong's mouth cracked, and he said to the white bird: "It seems that I won this game." ”

Tong Yong looked at Ghost Cry with a serious expression, the soles of his feet were close to the table, and he slid twice, and he was already close to Ghost Cry.

It's a very delicate distance, go a little further and you can attack, and a little back and you can defend. In the details, it is not difficult to see that his attainments in boxing are absolutely extraordinary.

He didn't rush to attack, but said: "It can be seen that your boxing skills have been tempered for thousands of years, but, I am your nemesis, your arm will definitely not be able to block my fist, I can break your arm with one punch, and then the second punch can blow your head, so, for the sake of your life, you surrender." ”

The corners of the ghost crying mouth curled, and Tong Yong's expression froze: "What are you laughing at?"

Ghost Cry smiled and said, "Boy, looking at you, I think of me back then, when I was still very weak, so I like to use words to show my opponent's flaws." ”

Tong Yong was furious and pounced on him, and the ghost cry disappeared in his eyes in an instant, and then, a fist came from below.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Tong Yong staggered back two steps, then stood firmly, touched his chin, and shook his head vigorously.

The ghost couldn't help but sigh: "It's really hard!"

As he spoke, his body jumped. The toes are on the table, and the "knock knock" is like raindrops hitting the drum.

At the same time, several boxing masters in the audience frowned, and the doubts in their eyes disappeared: "I see!"

After suffering a loss, Tong Yong became cautious. Looking at the light and beating ghost crying, Tong Yong smiled: "I see, it's really a weird boxing technique." ”

The boxing techniques practiced by Ghost Cry are not necessarily stronger than the boxing techniques he practiced, and they have their own merits, but Ghost Cry is a person who deserves his repeated vigilance.

As soon as his feet moved, Tong Yong's body stretched, and instantly tightened like a bow.

However, the next moment, Devil Cry suddenly came to him.

A punch is like a bee needle.

Tong Yong's body instinctively shook back, but he still slowed down and was hit in the nose by a punch. The nose was sour, and I couldn't help but cry, and the strength on my body was loosened.

Pupils shrunk, great enemy!

Tong Yong threw a punch desperately, and then his heart was cold. Sure enough, his fist was only half swinged, and the ghost cried and approached strangely, and with a punch, Tong Yong's head fell back heavily, staggered two steps, and almost fell under the table.

Then two or three rounds, Tong Yong was punched in the face by the ghost cry. Ghost Cry didn't have Tong Yong's ability to smash the bluestone with one punch, but with his experienced boxing skills and perverted judgment of timing, Tong Yong couldn't make a complete punch in a few rounds.

Nosebleeds gushed out, dripping off the table.

Ghost Cry's fist was as precise as a scalpel, not as powerful as Tong Yong's, but it made Tong Yong desperate.

Boss Tong was dumbfounded, anyone could see that Tong Yong was at a disadvantage, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back, and now he was just relying on his strong body to carry it.

Syllable!

With a soft sound, Tong Yong only felt a flower in front of him, and he knew that he had been punched again. Soon there was a blood red in front of him, and his brows were tingling, and he must have opened a big hole with his fist.

His heart sank again, he felt like a big fat worm that had broken into an ant's nest, obviously he had all the strength, but he could only struggle clumsily and wait for death.

The judgment and speed were completely inferior, and he was not familiar with the opponent's boxing techniques, so he couldn't find a way to crack it for a while.

All around, there was silence.

They watched Tong Yong, who was alive and well in the past, being cornered by the ghost crying punch after punch, and could only resist clumsily, and couldn't help but feel related, and some couldn't even bear to look at it directly.

I couldn't help but think: How could it be, how could I have been beaten by this guy in the past?

After all, the bystanders are clear.

One of Tong Yong's friends suddenly shouted: "Dayong, don't fight with him, rush up, fight with him, use your grappling, use your wrestling !!"

Hearing the voice below, Tong Yong's spirit suddenly perked up, his eyes were shining, he roared excitedly, and rushed up with his head in his hands.

Looking at Tong Yong, who rushed like a tank, the corners of the ghost cry turned up: It seems that someone can still see it!

If it was Luo Kai in the past, I am afraid that he would have fallen into an embarrassment, but he is a ghost crying!

Ghost crying, what he has is not only boxing, but also Yang An's military wrestling method, otherwise what do you think the short knife on his waist is for?

It was to throw the opposing armorer to the ground and stab him with a short knife.