Chapter 1619 - 1620: Truly a Disgrace to the Huaxia People
Long Hai watched the guy walk over, his hands hanging down, nodding slightly. This was exactly the starting posture of Plum Blossom Breaking Hand.
The people crowding around the two began to clamor, gradually forming a synchronized wave of sound.
"Beat him to death, beat him to death!"
The underground boxing expert opposite Long Hai was clearly a seasoned fighter.
His footsteps began to move back and forth, appearing exceptionally agile and nimble.
His fists struck out with a mix of real and feigned intent, creating a whistling wind, yet never flashy.
Yang Fei's eyes flickered; he knew that these underground boxing experts often started with feigned moves.
They wait until they catch the opponent's flaw before launching a Thunder Strike.
Long Hai was also a skilled fighter, watching this fierce underground boxer throw consecutive punches, yet not wavering.
His eyes remained very calm, the starting posture of Plum Blossom Breaking Hand constantly poised to strike.
The underground boxing expert tried a few punches in succession, like a fierce beast making probing attacks before a real hunt.
Suddenly, he paused and struck a Hook Punch at Long Hai's jaw.
His fists whistled through the air, the compressed air making thunderous noises.
Bam!
At that instant, Long Hai moved.
He performed a swift sidestep, his posture ghost-like, evading to the boxer's left side.
Immediately, he delivered an elbow strike, fiercely hitting the boxer's ribs.
From afar, Yang Fei couldn't help but silently cheer.
Generally, underground boxing experts have strong resistance to blows, but the soft rib under the armpit is their key vulnerability.
Bam!
The sound was like hitting a stretched hide, not only did the boxer not retreat, but he grabbed Long Hai's chest.
He lifted Long Hai high and then slammed him forcibly to the ground.
Bam!
Long Hai's body was crushed into the center of the street.
Before he could rise, the boxer squatted down, locked Long Hai's left foot, clamped his head with both feet, and twisted fiercely.
Not far away, Yang Fei widened his eyes in surprise, cursing after a long pause.
"Damn, this guy is wearing armor!"
Underground boxers usually have exceptionally sturdy armor, that's surely why Long Hai's elbow strike failed.
Long Hai's miscalculation gave the boxer an advantage, his throat locked under the boxer's grip, making it hard to breathe.
His hands gripped the boxer's feet, but hand strength can never match foot strength.
He felt the boxer's feet like steel wire cables strangling his neck, one careless move might have it snapped.
Meanwhile, the boxer locked Long Hai's arms, easily able to break them.
Yang Fei gave a long sigh; this lock technique is known as Yama Lock, once locked, escape is impossible.
San Ke Party's guys surrounded them, shouting desperately.
"Beat him to death, beat him to death!"
Just then, the boxer suddenly wailed, Long Hai had unleashed Dark Force.
Violent Essence Qi invaded the boxer's leg muscles, seemingly piercing with thousands of steel needles.
Ripping sound!
With a crisp noise, the boxer's pants cuffs were torn into pieces by the violent Essence Qi, revealing black leather guards inside.
Yang Fei's eyes gleamed, feeling a tinge of regret.
If it weren't for this guy wearing armor, Long Hai's Dark Force could have shattered his bones.
Nevertheless, the boxer was injured, painfully letting go of Long Hai's arms, struggling to stand.
Long Hai staggered up, face pale, gasping heavily, coughing non-stop.
At that moment, the boxer recovered, swung a heavy punch toward Long Hai's head.
Long Hai bent his elbow to protect his head, only to be knocked off balance by the boxer's violent fists, stumbling to the left.
His footing unstable, internally unable to circulate Essence Qi evenly.
The boxer roared furiously, pouncing forward, lashing out with relentless combo punches.
This fierce, sharp combo forced Long Hai to dodge left and right, unable to counter.
He had no choice but to hold his head, continuing to evade.
Finally, a heavy punch from the boxer landed on Long Hai's chest.
Long Hai's body seemed like a broken kite, flying directly out.
His eyes swollen with bruises, blood smeared across his forehead, chest bones fractured, unable to rise.
At that moment, the woman in the car screamed, rushing toward Long Hai.
"Long Hai, are you alright?"
Long Hai exerted all his strength, yet couldn't get up, his voice hoarse.
"Juan, you must leave quickly, I'll hold them off."
The boxer laughed grimly: "You think you can? Dream on!"
He executed a high kick, accompanied by sharp whistling, aimed at Long Hai's head.
This move brought the woman into his attack range as well.
Seeing Long Hai and Little Juan about to be severely injured, suddenly the boxer's body flew away, as if soaring through clouds.
A person appeared where the boxer had stood, left hand in Hook Punch posture.
He slightly bowed, his smooth body lines made him look like a hunting Leopard.
The crowd gasped in surprise; even the most formidable boxer couldn't unleash such power to send a foe flying in an instant.
Who exactly is this guy?
Long Hai knew there was no chance of survival, he hugged the woman tightly, closing his eyes.
However, the anticipated heavy blow never arrived, the cool wind touched his face, refreshing.
He opened his eyes in surprise, seeing a new person, face covered in dense beard, exuding rugged masculinity.
Black eyes, black hair, and yellow skin gave Long Hai a sense of familiarity.
At that critical moment, Yang Fei had intervened.
He used the momentum of his charge, delivering a powerful Hook Punch, sending the boxer flying.
Not far away, the boxer hit the ground, body convulsing violently, vomiting copious amounts.
He struggled to stand, then spat a mouthful of blood.
Yang Fei's punch, despite not using True Yuan Energy, equaled the force of an ox, instantly causing severe internal injuries.
Long Hai looked at Yang Fei in amazement: "You... who are you?"
Yang Fei stared at him coldly.
"A Huaxia person. Kid, your moves are a disgrace to Huaxia people."
Long Hai bowed his head in shame, not daring to argue back.
At that moment, the San Ke Party mob surged forth.
Everyone wielding baseball bats, whistling fiercely.
Yang Fei knew it was bad, he grabbed Long Hai's hand and Little Juan's hand, sprinting away.
With so many people rushing like a tide, even with Three Heads and Six Arms, it's hard to handle.
The three dashed toward the Cherokee.
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