The first thousand and eighty-six chapters fight fiercely
Minghong frowned slightly, seeming a little unhappy, but as soon as he came on the field, countless people cheered for him, which immediately made Minghong's brows widen. Facing the admiration and shouting of countless people, this is the strongest demonstration against your opponent.
He raised his chin and looked at Fang Hao.
Because Minghong is a celebrity in Hongmen and a popular figure among the Chinese in Los Angeles and even in the underground world, he has received enthusiastic cheers from many people.
As soon as Fang Hao came on the stage, there was a lot of boos. Everyone knew Minghong's reputation, so most people felt that if Fang Hao challenged Minghong, he was just seeking death.
"Where did this kid come from? Doesn't he know that Master Ming has won the National Free Fighting Championship?"
"What do you mean? The official event is like children's play house. What's really great is that Master Ming once defeated the underground black boxing champion in Los Angeles with one punch. This kid can probably defeat him with just one punch."
Dead."
"It must be awesome. Hall Master Ming is known as the king of duels in the underground world!"
Some people couldn't help but shake their heads, looking at Fang Hao as if looking at a dead person.
Fang Hao didn't take it seriously. Facing the boos below, Fang Hao still smiled lightly and looked at Minghong.
Minghong looked arrogant. It seemed that he had just found his unparalleled pride at this time. He was the overlord of a party at a young age and was one of the sixteen heads of the Hongmen. He had a high status and great power. In the underworld of Los Angeles, he took life and death, and the whole world.
It depends on his heart, but this is not what he is most proud of. He can become a master of inner strength at a young age. This cannot be summarized by a simple martial arts hobby or a martial arts prodigy. He is obsessed with martial arts and perseverance, and he is what he is today.
Martial arts cultivation.
Therefore, what he is most proud of is not being the youngest hall master of Hongmen, nor his various titles, but what he is most proud of is that his martial arts has reached the peak of internal strength.
What he is most excited about is using his powerful martial arts skills to crush all his enemies, and he uses his own fists to tell his opponents not to show off in front of him in a one-on-one fight without resorting to external force!
In his eyes, the current Fang Hao was undoubtedly showing off, lighting a cigarette and smoking slowly, and even the top beauty even lit a cigarette for him. This made Minghong look at it, and he felt even more angry, thinking
Fang Hao was going to be beaten to death.
"On the ring, fists and feet have no eyes. Now that we are on the ring, we must follow the rules in the ring. Life and death are determined by life and death, and we must not involve others." Minghong said coldly.
"Anything is fine!" Fang Hao flicked the ashes of his cigarette indifferently.
This is actually not Fang Hao's pretense. This is Fang Hao's long-standing habit. Smoking can calm him down and make his mind clearer.
Of course, this does not mean that smoking has such an effect, but that this habit has such an effect.
"Okay, let's get started." Minghong followed the martial artist's rules and bowed his hands in salute.
Fang Hao threw away the cigarette butt, his eyes instantly became stern, as fierce as a tiger rising up, he slightly cupped his hands and took a step forward.
"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven, although I know what you think, but you come and give it a try!" Fang Hao snorted coldly.
Minghong sneered, so what if I know. When you choose to challenge me, your outcome has already been determined. You won't be killed, but if I miss you and cripple you, you can give an explanation to Li Wenfeng!
A little girl of seven or eight years old ran over excitedly, holding a bag of potato chips in her hand and a book in one hand, with the words "Swordsman" written in large characters.
But the person was too small, no matter how hard she jumped, she couldn't see her. She couldn't help but get anxious and shouted: "Sister, sister, I can't see."
Suddenly, a young woman in white clothes, like a hibiscus emerging from the water, with three parts nobility, three parts spiritual energy, and three parts heroism, appeared next to the little girl, scolding: "I just know how to run around."
"Sister, let's not talk anymore. Let's find a place to watch the duel between two masters." The little girl danced and was extremely excited. Her two big eyes were quite spiritual, carved with pink and jade, and quite cute.
The woman showed a bit of doting and pulled the little girl. Somehow, the woman and the little girl easily walked through the crowded crowd.
Some people saw the woman's demented expression, but they subconsciously ignored it. There seemed to be an invisible force that pushed them away, automatically forming a passage.
When I came to the seats under the ring where only VIPs could sit, I came next to Weiwei Li and Wen Xiao, because there was a seat between them, which was reserved for Fang Hao.
He said softly: "Sister, can we sit in this seat for a while?"
Wen Xiao sat at the very edge and glanced at the woman, with a bit of suspicion in her eyes, because she just felt that this woman seemed to have extremely domineering inner energy, but when she sensed it carefully, she felt nothing, and she couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
, then nodded and said: "Okay."
"Oh!" The little girl walked in excitedly, then glanced at Weiwei Li next to her, and said to the strange woman: "Sister, these two sisters are so cold."
The strange woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Look, it's started!"
The little girl immediately turned her head and looked at the ring with great joy.
At this moment, Fang Hao and Minghong have already fought. However, at the beginning, both of them played very steadily, just tentatively. Although Minghong has the confidence to crush the opponent, he will be cautious at any time and try not to make mistakes.
Finally, Minghong saw Fang Hao's flaws revealed one by one. At this almost instant, Minghong's figure exploded, like a cannonball fired, and he shot forward fiercely.
"Good eyesight!" Although Fang Hao was smiling, his eyes were very solemn. This Minghong and the European and American man next to Chen Yanzhi had the same internal strength, but their combat effectiveness was very different.
Because this Minghong has extremely rich combat experience, not surprisingly, this guy has also experienced a lot of killings. As a warrior, unless the power is in a crushing state, combat skills and experience are the key to determining victory or defeat.
Minghong, whose figure was flashing, thought he had found a flaw, but when he saw the smile on Fang Hao's lips, he felt a chill in his heart. Then he stopped and used the momentum just now to sweep his legs and hit him.
Fang Hao struck an elbow with a cold look, and his arms and legs collided together. Both of them used their inner strength. After all, Fang Hao could only use the middle stage of his inner strength. Naturally, he was not as powerful as Minghong, and he kept retreating.
He took a few steps before standing still.
Fang Hao smiled and said: "What a force."
Minghong also snorted coldly: "What a move to relieve your strength."
"Come on, come on!" Fang Hao and Minghong charged at each other, their bodies as fast as lightning. With strong speed, the two exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye, making a series of dense muffled sounds.
Immediately, the two separated again. This time, Fang Hao was secretly frightened. Not only was this guy stronger than him internally, but his fighting skills were also not weak. It was really not easy to defeat him for a while. (To be continued)