However, Han Feng's continuous knee attack neutral is very small, which means that his attack speed is very fast, and he is so fast that he cannot launch a backhand attack even if Du Jun sees it.

"Ah..." Han Feng's roar echoed throughout the training ground, enhancing his power and shocking his opponents.

Everyone who watched the outside world really valued this battle at this moment. In their eyes, the concept of Jingwuhui's invincibility was completely broken, and many people were imagining how long they could last in Han Feng's continuous attacks.

The two of them were stalemate suddenly ended when Han Feng retreated. Even though Du Jun was so strong, his upper arm was a little numb. However, Han Feng, who temporarily withdrew from the battle circle, just gave himself a little breathing time and stood up again. Han Feng knew that his physical fitness was still a big gap compared to Du Jun. His only weapon to win was fast, strange, and had experience against the enemy.

Therefore, Han Feng was actually not given Du Jun more chance to recover. After a touch, Han Feng stepped forward twice. Like a spear thrown out from the ancient battlefield, he rose up again in the air and flew straight to Du Jun's face. Du Jun did not expect that Han Feng would still have the strength to launch an attack after he kept attacking, and the momentum was very fierce. In desperation, Du Jun crossed his arms to protect the door, blocking Han Feng's kick.

If it were the ordinary man Han Feng's kick at least five meters away, but Du Jun only took a few steps back, which shows how stable he was in the lower plate.

"Ah!!" Du Jun, who had been passively beaten, shouted loudly, venting all the cowards in his heart. He saw him clenching his fists and about to start fighting back...

However, Han Feng, who was flexible, did not give him a chance to resist. Du Jun was about to stand up, but was forced by Han Feng's third attack. After the sudden obstacles of his aura, Du Jun's chest was stagnant, and at this moment, Han Feng's legs flew to him.

As the legs wandered around, Han Feng's legs immediately turned into two long black dragons, wrapped tightly around Du Jun's body. The whistling wind caused by his legs kept echoing in Du Jun's ears. At all tricky attack angles and incredible leg techniques formed a huge screen in front of Du Jun's eyes. At this time, Du Jun's eyes were filled with Han Feng's legs. The rapid speed made Du Jun's eyes confused, and his upper body was constantly kicked by Han Feng.

Du Zhonghua looked at Han Feng with his eyes shining, and he couldn't help but feel pampering in his heart. Du Zhonghua, who had been immersed in martial arts for many years, found that Han Feng was definitely a martial arts genius, so he loved young people like Han Feng in his heart.

Han Feng and Du Jun have fought for dozens of rounds. Han Feng relied on his flexible leg skills and rich experience in the enemy to suppress Du Jun's counterattack. Every time Du Jun wanted to seize the opportunity to counterattack, he would be suppressed immediately by Han Feng. Du Jun was calm and lacked attacks, while Han Feng cleverly avoided the head-on battle with him, and used his quick and flexible leg skills to fight long-distance combat with Du Jun. This is where Han Feng's experience in the enemy is more rich than Du Jun.

Suddenly, Han Feng shouted loudly and jumped up, curled up his right leg and headed straight for Du Jun's chest. Du Jun rolled to the side when he saw this. Han Feng's knee fell to the ground, half-kneeled on the ground, Han Feng thrust his waist out of thin air, jumped up his whole body and quickly turned his dancing legs like two sharp arrows shot straight towards Du Jun's abdomen.

Du Jun blocked it with both hands in panic. Han Feng used a backflip and fisted straight to Du Jun's chest. Du Jun turned his hands into his palms to block his chest. This collision caused Du Jun to stagger and almost fell down. Han Feng's fists were full of explosive power, and the force released by the momentum really caused Du Jun to suffer some secret losses.

"Okay, let's stop here!" Du Zhonghua reached out to stop Han Feng's next attack, and also gave Du Jun a step. Du Zhonghua saw that Han Feng's physical strength and endurance were far inferior to Du Jun. If he continued to fight, Han Feng would definitely suffer a loss, so he stopped the battle in time.

Just as Han Feng and Du Jun were both straightening up and about to walk back to Du Zhonghua, a change began to occur again. A flying knife suddenly flew out of the crowd on Du Jun and headed straight for Han Feng's heart. The flying knife was moving at a fast speed with a sharp roar. When Du Zhonghua found out, he shouted nervously: "Brother, be careful!"

It was because of Du Zhonghua's shout that Han Feng felt that there was danger behind him. It was too late to dodge, so Han Feng leaned forward and lay directly on the ground. The flying knife flew over his back and hit the other party's wall.

If you are an ordinary martial arts master, you will definitely disdain to use this method of avoiding this. However, because Han Feng is actually a gangster and doesn't care about these things, he saved his life.

Du Zhonghua suppressed his anger and said word by word: "Du Jun, come here!"

Du Jun seemed to have felt the anger contained in Du Zhonghua's tone, and walked to Du Zhonghua tremblingly and said, "Dad..."

Du Zhonghua said without saying a word and gave Du Jun a loud slap. Although Du Zhonghua was old, the force on his palm was still quite powerful. With this slap, Du Jun immediately had five blood-red palm prints on his left face. Du Jun's tall body couldn't help but stagger. Then Du Jun stood respectfully in front of Du Zhonghua again, without any displeasure on his face.

"The Jingwu Association is almost completely disgraced! You dare to use this despicable means in front of me when the incident is spread. How can I, Du Zhonghua, gain a foothold in front of my fellow workers in the world? How do you tell me to Brother Han?" Du Zhonghua rebuked with an angry face.

Han Feng looked at Du Jun in front of Du Zhonghua without saying a word, his face was gloomy and terrible. He could feel the cold air emitted from Han Feng within three feet of the surroundings. This method was deeply dissatisfied with Han Feng, so he watched coldly at how Du Zhonghua dealt with Du Jun.

"Dad, I was wrong. I will give you and Mr. Han a satisfactory answer!" Du Jun replied.

"Things that are not good!" Du Zhonghua cursed.

Du Jun walked to the wall and picked up the flying knife, aimed it at his thigh, and stabbed it hard, and the blood splashed out fell on the field unscrupulously. Han Feng knew that the pain of this close-range stab was far more than that of a long-range stab, and it was extremely harmful to his body. (Because he had personal experience himself) But Du Jun stabbed it very well and did not hurt his muscles and bones, but even so, it would take about a month to recover from the wound.

Han Feng shook his head secretly in his heart. While admiring Du Jun, he also deeply lamented the strictness of the hierarchy in the Jingwu Association. Perhaps only in this way can he become an evergreen tree in the martial arts world in Shanghai and even the whole country, and Du Zhonghua is even more powerful.

The disciples behind Du Jun were shocked by the sudden knife and did not dare to make a sound.

Du Junqiang endured the severe pain, and beads of sweat flowed down from his face, and said in a deep voice: "Du Jun is not strict in his power, so he asks for a knife to forgive him, and asks the head and Mr. Han to forgive him." He no longer dared to call his father directly at this time, because he understood that at this time, he had risen to the level of internal punishment of the Jingwu Association.

Du Zhonghua snorted coldly, without saying anything, and his ups and downs showed that his anger had not completely dissipated. Han Feng did not speak either, but just looked at the person who fired his flying knife to him coldly.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Han...!" Du Jun begged for forgiveness again, then picked up the knife and pointed it at his other leg. The huge pain made Du Jun half kneel on the ground immediately, unable to straighten his waist for a long time.

"Please...the leader and Han...sir!" Du Jun said breathlessly. The disciples behind Du Jun wanted to come over when they saw that he was injured, but were stopped by Du Jun.

Han Feng took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, and said to Du Zhonghua: "Brother, let it go if I see this matter! Don't hurt the harmony."

Du Zhonghua turned his head and looked at Du Jun half-kneeling on the ground. Blood was constantly gushing in his blades, and a trace of unbearance flashed in his eyes. He sighed and said, "Since I've spoken, let's just forget about this! Get up!"

"Thank you, Master!" Du Jun was about to get up, but the severe pain caused him to kneel down on the ground. Han Feng hurried over, helped Du Jun up, and said sincerely: "Young Master Du, you are a man, and I, Han Feng, are willing to make friends with you!"

Du Jun looked at Han Feng deeply and saw that there was no artificial feeling in Han Feng's eyes, and it was completely sincere. Du Jun began to regret his intentions and also deeply admired Han Feng's methods and aura.

Du Jun held Han Feng's arm and said gratefully: "Thank you!" After that, he put aside Han Feng's supportive arm and walked towards his subordinates. Although he staggered, he was still calm. Every time he took a step, the blood on his legs would reach the ground.

Du Jun returned to the middle of his subordinates and looked at the person who was sneaking attack on Han Feng behind him. He didn't say a word for a long time. When the man saw Du Jun staring at him, he was so scared that he immediately fell to the ground, so nervous that he couldn't even say anything.

"Which hand fired a flying knife?!" Du Jun asked coldly.

The man hesitated for a long time before stretching out his right hand. Du Jun suddenly reached out and held the man's wrist, twisted it hard, and then the man screamed and fell to the ground, wailing constantly.

"The Jingwu Club is not as good as you!" Du Jun said in a low voice, and immediately helped him out with his subordinates to treat him, but no one cared about the person who fell to the ground and had his arms destroyed.
Chapter completed!