Perhaps it was because Yang Sheng and Lei had a fierce battle with each other and the opening was too hot.

The first 10 to 5 games were particularly intense, almost everyone was injured.

There was even a group of people who had broken bones and fractures in both sides. In this way, only four people advanced in three days.

Everyone was about to disperse, and a middle-aged man with a crooked mouth on the other side suddenly said, "I say to Senior Song. Almost everyone who has advanced to the four people now have injuries. It is fair to have two more games today.

The finals will start three days later. What do you think?"

The middle-aged man who spoke was Yin Tiancheng, the leader of the Number Gang.

The Number Gang was not from the Hong family lineage. Its early identities were very chaotic, and the business within the club was also concentrated overseas, with connections with Wanwan, North America and Japan. It can be said that it is rich and powerful.

Although the number of people is not large, its strength is comparable to that of a club of Heyixing.

Song Changli pondered for a moment. Doing this would save effort. Only two games would save everyone from going there.

"What are the opinions of the four boxers?"

Yang Sheng nodded directly to agree.

Although he was injured with both fists at this time, he had just fought with Lei Gong for a death match, and his energy was still at its peak, so he could fight another match.

The other people thought so too.

Anyway, everyone's injuries will not be able to heal in three days. If you don't fight like this, you will have a fight. If the opponent recovers quickly, you will suffer even more after three days.

After the four agreed, Song Changli drew lots again, and Langsey said: "The number gang fights against Hong Shenglian! Please fist on both sides!"

The ghost man Wen poked Yang Sheng secretly and whispered: "Brother Sheng, you're a little at a loss.

The number coach came to the stage with Tan Baikuan, a disciple of Huang Chunliang, the speaker of Wing Chun.

He injured his leg but there is still Wing Chun boxing technique to use. If you hurt your fist, would you just use pokes to your feet?"

Yang Sheng stood up and said lightly: "Wing Chun also has leg skills, and the unstable standing still affects the force. No one can suffer any loss."

As he said that, Yang Sheng walked straight into the ring.

Tan Bokuan is a short young man, about thirties, who is shorter than Yang Sheng, and looks even a little thin.

But from the thick calluses on his fist, it can be seen that the other party might have blown up many wooden stakes.

In the last game, Tan Baikuan's left leg was hit hard, but he was still limping when he was on the ring.

Yang Sheng's fists were also wrapped in gauze, and some blood was still seeping out. Both of them looked extremely miserable.

Tan Baikuan smiled bitterly and said, "I really don't want to draw you after watching the competition between you and Lei Gong.

You and I have been injured, so there is no need to fight to the death. Why not just talk at this point?

Whoever moves first will lose."

The conditions proposed by Tan Bokuan seem to be beneficial to him because his legs are inconvenient to move.

However, in one step, Yang Sheng's poke can also use the long to hit the short, and he will not suffer any loss.

Yang Sheng smiled and said, "Okay."

Both sides stood still, and Yang Sheng took the lead in whipping his sharp whip leg towards the other party.

Tan Baikuan can't move more than one step, and there is nothing he can do except take it head-on.

But at the moment when the kick was approaching, Tan Baikuan turned around and twisted in an extremely awkward manner, and his whole body looked like a spring, causing Yang Sheng's kick to slip through his clothes.

"Wing Chun Listening Bridge? What a strong perception!"

The next moment, Tan Bokuan grabbed Yang Sheng's right leg, pinched his finger and poked Yang Sheng's leg!

But Yang Sheng's entire body suddenly reversed, and he kicked Tan Baikuan's finger away with another kick. After landing, he exerted a short half-step force, and the collapse punch suddenly came out!

Tan Baikuan crossed his hands and blocked his body, but half of the collapsed punch was too strong, so he was injured in the lower plate and was forced to take a step back by this blow.

In horror, Tan Baikuan's two-character pincers under his feet stood firmly, his body as if he was like a spring, ejected half a step, searched for the bridge and fist, and chased him in close proximity!

Wing Chun is a standard southern boxing technique, and his best attitude is to be close-fitting and quick.

But unfortunately, he is now injured in his leg and cannot cooperate with his lower body to move. Although he is quick, he loses his ingenuity.

But when it comes to strength, who can compare with Yang Sheng, who is a man of Northern Fist?

Bajiquan! Fighting arrows!

Yang Sheng ignored the injuries of both fists, and the fists were like a sudden rain, which made Tan Baikuan unable to raise his head.

Tan Bokuan is already short and has an arm span that is not as strong as Yang Sheng. At this time, he is directly suppressed by being unable to get close to him.

Moreover, Yang Sheng unknowingly changed his fist to chop, using Zuo Kun's routine of hanging his back.

There is no obvious boundary between boxing.

It is definitely an exaggeration to say that one method is understandable to all methods, but in the end they all end up with different paths.

After fighting against a master like Zuo Kun who has the slit and hang fist, Yang Sheng can more or less understand the essence of the slit and hang fist.

"Give up! I'll give up!"

Tan Bokuan's left leg could no longer withstand this pressure, and bursts of severe pain came.

He didn't dare to fight any more, so as not to become a cripple.

Yang Sheng slowly stopped his hand, but blood had already oozed out of his fist.

Tan Baikuan smiled bitterly and said, "What you practice is not a national skill at all. This kind of killing skill can only be used in the ring of the Dragon City Championship. If you replace it with other rings, you will be sent off in one round."

Yang Sheng said lightly: "So I won't go to other rings.

I'm curious why you stand here.

The disciple of the four great kings of Wing Chun, you should be standing in the martial arts hall to teach boxing, rather than fighting with others in the Dragon City Championship.”

Tan Baikuan is not weak. He is extremely exquisite in Wing Chun boxing. He has already obtained the true teachings of Huang Chun and Liang Jiucheng. He has also fought many black boxing rings. He has rich practical experience and is also a master-level figure.

But he had no aura and no murderous intention.

When he came to power, he took a step back. Although it was beneficial to both sides, he lost his momentum first.

Moreover, he has a gentle temperament and does not look like a member of the community in a non-spoken society. In addition, he is also quite upright, so it is really strange that Yang Sheng can play for the number help until now.

Tan Bokuan smiled bitterly and said, "The disciples of the four great kings of Wing Chun also need to have a meal.

My father had cancer, and my son was diagnosed with congenital heart disease as soon as he was born. My wife was so tired that she was like a decades old grandmother.

It’s only a few dozen yuan to teach a student. If I don’t go to the ring to get a wrong path, I can’t even save my father and son’s life!

Not everyone who learns Wing Chun can become Bruce Lee. No matter how sharp the fist is, what's the use of not even saving his family?

Fortunately, Brother Cheng is generous and I can make it into the top four, and the money I get is enough to treat my father and son."

Yang Sheng was silent.

In a sense, this world is an era of the last martial arts.

At this moment, those who learn boxing can still rely on their fists to fight for their lives on the ring, and can also sell themselves to those in need.

But decades later, the national martial arts skills have become a joke, with only a few clowns and flies buzzing there, and karate, taekwondo, etc. are popular.

Who should blame whom, but it is hard to explain or explain it in one or two sentences.

"Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, I can't continue to fight.

If I hit it, my legs will be ruined."

Tan Baikuan looked ashamed and nervous.

He was really afraid that Yin Tiancheng would deduct his money, so that his father and children would not be able to save their lives.

If they don’t have money, they will be driven home by the hospital the next day.

However, Yin Tiancheng didn't blame Tan Bokuan for losing.

The Number Gang is not an old-fashioned club. There are two red sticks in the club, but they have no advantages over other clubs, so they invited foreign players like Tan Baikuan.

Anyway, foreign players are not prohibited in the Dragon City Championship, so no one can say anything.

Therefore, Yin Tiancheng is already very satisfied with Tan Baikuan being able to play for the number gang in this ranking.

"Don't worry, I won't be able to lose any money I promised to have.

I will give you an extra red envelope of 100,000 yuan and change your father and son to a better hospital."

"Thank you, Brother Cheng!"

Tan Baikuan looked excited.

Yin Tiancheng suddenly asked, "That Yang Sheng is so powerful? Can you surrender if you are injured?"

Tan Baikuan said in a deep voice: "It's very strong! His attainments in national martial arts and martial arts are already comparable to those of the masters, and he is proficient in all the martial arts of the north and south.

The most important thing is that he is extremely cruel and fierce in his actions. He seems to be tempered for killing people. Such a person is very terrible.

But logic is that it is difficult for people with this state of mind to practice national skills to the level of a master, but it is really strange that he still has this kind of strength.

So if I fight for life and death, I am not as good as him, and the final result will be beaten to death like Lei Gong.

Not to mention me, even if my master Huang Chunliang comes.

We learn boxing, but he uses killing skills.”

Yin Tiancheng looked at Yang Sheng and others who had left the field early, touched their chins, and murmured: "No matter how sharp the fist is, it is not as sharp as the gun.

The big circles under my command also killed people without blinking.

However, this guy is hard-working and fools Lei Luo into the water. He is not a simple person.
Chapter completed!