Neither side was dragging people, and they rushed to each other immediately after symbolic salute.

The hem of clothes shook wildly, Chen Cong fled and ran, his eyes locked in Wu Feng's face.

Chen Cong was strong and fast enough. The desire for fierce battle in his heart was immediately aroused. Wu Feng shouted with force, and the soles of his feet increased their strength again. His right arm was like a strong bow, and he also punched Chen Cong in the face.

Wu Feng's sudden increase in force finally made Chen Cong's eyes, which were always in vain, shaking gently. Just as the strong fist wind almost pressed on the face, the soles of his feet twisted and his body rotated.

The first time he fought was not prepared. This time, Wu Feng was confident that his advantage must belong to him. However, when he was about to kill the heavy punch, he found that Chen Cong regarded himself as a pillar and passed by.

A punch was bye, and the powerful inertia made Wu Feng lose his center of gravity and stagger forward. What made him even more frightened was that a strong wind was pressing towards his back. Looking back hastily, Chen Cong, who had just passed by, raised his iron elbow and smashed it fiercely.

"Getting away from the enemy's edge, surprise, good skills!"

The iron elbow approached, and time did not allow Wu Feng to sigh too much, but he did not make a fuss about his reputation. He then stopped forcibly controlling inertia and rolled against the ground with the help of inertia. After completely throwing away Chen Cong, he quickly got up and ran towards a wall.

"The five leaders are mighty, let this kid taste the power of our black market."

"Little bastard, weren't you very good at fighting just now? What are you running away now? You're hitting the wall, you're scared?"

"Damn, I'll take care of this little bastard later. Oh, my face..."

......

After one move, Wu Feng lost a little in the scene. The bandits who were beaten by him could finally vent their aggrievance and anger in their hearts, and their deafening cry suddenly burst out.

Chen Cong was not blinded. On the contrary, his disappointment was unsuccessful when he failed. But in just a flash, if Wu Feng was vulnerable, the contest would be a bit boring. Then the corner of his mouth snorted coldly and chased after him.

There was a strong enemy behind him and a sarcasm in his ears. Wu Feng still ran towards the wall without looking back, and treated him with his own way. This was his plan.

The steps behind him were getting closer and closer. Wu Feng hung a strange sneer, then took off the ground and then flew backwards while stepping on the wall. When he jumped over Chen Cong's head, he kicked out with a flying leg.

If it were the others present, Wu Feng used this move to win or lose and decided to win or lose. However, Chen Cong was not the other person, but the fifth leader in the black market, and a ruthless man second only to the boss. Just as Wu Feng's flying leg reached, he flipped in place, supported the ground with both hands, and swept his legs against the wind.

"Bang!"

The heavy and powerful sound suddenly spread. After landing, Wu Feng stepped on the ground and stepped back. Chen Cong drooped one arm, knelt on one knee, and also slid back a distance.

It was equally divided again, but it put out the bandits' arrogant arrogance head-on, and the nervous quiet once again enveloped the tavern.

"Yes, you didn't disappoint me."

Chen Cong slowly stood up, and the innate aura that seemed to be innate finally disappeared without a trace. The 17 or 18-year-old boy in front of him was enough to make him do his best.

The fists slowly stretched out, and then they clenched tightly. The sound of the friction of the bones was particularly loud in the silent tavern. Wu Feng's eyes did not retreat at all, only iron-like tenacity and fire-like fighting spirit.

"Happy, come again?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Chen Cong was happy to meet his opponent.

"Come!"

Before the voice fell, the figures started, dull collisions and loud shouts came one after another. Wu Feng and Chen Cong interpreted their strength and speed to the extreme, which made everyone stunned and forgot about anger and prejudice for a moment.

With a slap, the two of them shook back one after another.

Chen Cong stretched out with one hand and heard a "Cangdang" sound, and his belt came out. He looked carefully at what belt was. In fact, it was a delicate soft sword, which stabbed Wu Feng in the next second.

Regretted not bringing the gravel sword by his side, Wu Feng pressed his sword brow to the lowest point, and shot out the next second, passing through a table that had not been affected, grabbed a corner and swung it directly.

The soft sword collided with the table first, and the ending was no surprise. The latter suddenly turned into pieces all over the sky and splashed everywhere, as if it was being cut.

With the lesson from the last time, everyone did not blindly applaud, and it was considered a lesson that they had learned from one's mistakes.

After passing through layers of wood chips, Chen Cong retracted his arm. This was definitely not a stop, because the next second, the snake-like soft sword stabbed out again, with greater strength, faster speed and more fierce momentum.

He didn't expect a broken table to block Chen Cong's attack. When Leng Feng's sword energy locked him again, Wu Feng shouted like thunder, increased his strength again, pulled his right arm, and concentrated his strength on the iron fist.

The sharp sword leads the way, exuding a glacier-like cold air, and the strong wind is as if a volcano is about to erupt.

Looking at the two people who were about to collide, although their mouths were wide open, there was no sound, because the shock locked their throats.

"One move determines the outcome!"

"As you wish!"

......

There was no emotion in his eyes except for the biting coldness. Chen Cong swung his arm hard, and the soft sword made a vibrating sound like a spitting out a letter while locking Wu Feng's throat.

The strong fighting spirit also occupied Wu Feng's eyes. Facing Bing Feng's sword energy, he was not afraid of it. The next second, his full right arm was swung out with a loud shout.

No one questioned Chen Cong's strength, nor did he dare to question it. As for Wu Feng, he broke into the crowd alone to compete with his family, and his weight in everyone's hearts rose steadily. This strong showdown finally ushered in the last moment, and everyone clenched their fists and stared.

However, the ending of the seven-step blood splattering did not appear. A few seconds later, when everyone passed by expectations and shock, they saw two figures facing each other.

The fist had touched Chen Cong's lower abdomen, but the sharp sword tip was only a few inches away from Wu Feng's throat. One was a fist and the other was a sword. The lethality was not comparable. The weak distance could no longer be judged as a victory or defeat.

"You lost!"

After a fierce battle, Chen Cong no longer had the elegance of starting, or was a little embarrassed, but his eyes clearly showed a refreshing pleasure.

Chen Cong didn't really want Wu Feng's life at the beginning. Due to his status as the fifth leader, he had to help his subordinates regain their face, but the latter's performance far exceeded his expectations.

But did he really win?!

Chen Cong respects himself, and he admires Chen Cong too. Wu Feng retracts his offensive and bows with his fists, but inadvertently throws a piece of sharp remains of wood held in his fist aside.

"Thank you, the head of the Wu family, for showing mercy. The boy gave in!"

What if everyone didn't find it doesn't mean that Chen Cong didn't find it either.

"you!"

Wu Feng smiled slightly and said no more...

Finally winning, everyone felt their chests relaxed, but without waiting for them to cheer, a powerful drink exploded.
Chapter completed!