Zhen Ziqiang and Meng Long exchanged just one move, and he was extremely shocked.
He used 70% of his strength to activate his fist.
Unexpectedly, he felt that he would definitely be able to hurt Meng Long.
However, what he didn't expect was that Meng Long not only used his fists to fight against him, but the force of the blows was also comparable to his own.
He took three steps back.
He also took three steps back.
A fight, no distinction between superior and inferior.
Zhen Ziqiang stared at Meng Long intently, trying to see through Meng Long.
His strength?
How much force did he use?
Thirty percent? Five percent? Seventy percent? Or ten percent?
A faint sadness spread from the bottom of his heart.
The most important thing is that his brothers were knocked down one by one.
There were more than 20 people at the beginning, but now only half of them are persisting.
If I free my hands to help, I think I won't be able to resist for a long time.
"Kakaka!"
Zhen Ziqiang clenched his fists and made a crackling sound, pretending to be calm and calm.
"You are very strong! It's a pity you met me!"
Meng Long snorted coldly, looked at him with lightning eyes, and said mercilessly: "Stop pretending! You should know how much strength you have used."
"Let me tell you, I used less than 50%!"
"Fifty percent?" Zhen Ziqiang looked at Meng Long. What was he thinking in his mind? Is what he said true, or was he just pretending to be powerful?
In fact, Meng Long probably used 60% of his strength.
The person sent by Brother Fu is also the commander of this operation, so he is more or less genuine.
The first move is more of a test.
And Meng Long was not arrogant and used 60% of his strength to fight against him.
I said it was less than 50%, it was just to scare him.
"How's it going? Are you scared?"
Meng Long shook his brows and deliberately provoked Zhen Ziqiang, "If you stay still, your little brother will be lying down."
"Hahaha!"
Meng Long was not afraid of his delay. The more he delayed, the fewer and fewer his subordinates would be, until he was the only commander left.
"you!"
Zhen Ziqiang gritted her silver teeth, and her anger burst out, like a flood that could not be stopped.
"You! You're dead!"
"ah!"
A loud shout.
Zhen Ziqiang moved, leaving an afterimage on the spot.
Meng Long was slightly surprised when he saw this.
Pretty fast.
He is indeed a master from Yancheng.
“Interesting!”
Meng Long moved his neck, stared at Zhen Ziqiang, and rushed forward.
You punch, I kick.
There was a lot of punching and kicking, and it was so lively.
Zhen Ziqiang became more and more shocked as he fought. No matter what moves he used, he seemed unable to defeat Meng Long.
In other words, there is nothing we can do about Meng Long.
Although Meng Long resisted Zhen Ziqiang's attack, he did not dare to be careless.
This is the strongest opponent he has encountered so far.
If you are not careful, you will be overturned by him.
He knows very well that the enemy must not be underestimated. It does not matter if he is attacked verbally, but he will never relax in the work of his hands and feet.
At this moment, he was using almost 90% of his strength.
The firepower of Zhen Ziqiang's attack was so fierce that he could only defend passively. Fortunately, he was able to resist it, but it also consumed a lot of his energy.
Damn! Yes!
If we continue to be passive like this, we will really be overturned.
Meng Long said secretly, I want to find an opportunity to switch from defense to offense.
Meng Long, who had thought out a countermeasure, deliberately used a flaw in his defense to attract Zhen Ziqiang to attack him.
Zhen Ziqiang was already impatient in order to break through Meng Long's defense.
When he saw Meng Long showing his flaws, he thought it was his sharp attack that forced Meng Long's flaws out.
Zhen Ziqiang was so happy that he rushed forward to attack without even thinking.
idiot!
hehe!
You finally couldn't hold it any longer, could you?
Don’t you know that offense is the strongest defense?
An evil smile slowly appeared on the corner of Zhen Ziqiang's mouth.
"Go to hell! Frog in the well!"
With one move, the mad dragon entered the sea and hit Meng Long in the abdomen.
When Meng Long saw that Zhen Ziqiang had been attacked, his face was expressionless and remained extremely calm.
He knew very well that if he showed a proud expression, the other party would be suspicious, and his strategy would not work.
Only when you really capture him will you be happy.
No one can predict the outcome until the end.
On the surface, Meng Long retreated violently, trying to avoid Zhen Ziqiang's fist, but he was actually preparing for the next attack.
While retreating, Meng Long gathered strength with his right foot, waiting for the fatal blow.
Zhen Ziqiang still had no idea that she had been tricked by Meng Long.
If it were a normal competition, he would most likely find a flaw.
After not taking down Meng Long for a long time, the younger brothers around him fell down one after another.
His urge to capture Meng Long became stronger and stronger, to the point where he lost his normal judgment.
"Death!" Zhen Ziqiang howled angrily, the sound was like muffled thunder.
When Meng Long saw that Zhen Ziqiang's fist was about to hit his abdomen, he dodged sideways.
He charged up his right foot and kicked Zhen Ziqiang's chest fiercely.
The force is exerted so quickly that it is difficult for people to detect it.