"Master Yang, don't be careless."
Just as Yang Lin agreed, several people came over and saluted with clasped fists.
Seeing the steady steps and even breathing of these people, Yang Lin knew that they were Lian Jiazi.
"A few are."
"I am Zhang Yukui, and I think I am from the same school as Mr. Gong.
He is from Master Dong's lineage, and I am from Master Cheng's lineage... I also learned Baguazhang. He is more famous than me. It's normal that you haven't heard of me. "
A middle-aged man who looked lean and lean raised his hands and smiled, with a very gentle expression.
Yang Lin understood clearly. He was talking about the origin of his master.
Master Cheng, probably Cheng Tinghua, is a famous Bagua master.
When registering this number, if he dared to mention it with Gong Baosen, it should not be much different.
Even if he is not a Grandmaster, he is already close to breaking through.
The other man was a tall and strong man with an honest face. He raised his two arms, one size thicker than an adult's thigh, and said with a smile: "I'm Wang Zhiping. People give me the nickname, King of Thousand Jin Power. Actually, I have a lot of tricks." It’s just strength.”
He spoke modestly, but Yang Lin couldn't take it lightly.
Because this person is very famous both in this era and in later generations.
Known as one of the top ten masters in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.
He mainly practices wrestling.
The strength is indescribable.
There is another person, Li Fuzhen, who is a disciple of Mr. Che Er, and he has mastered the essence of Xin Yi Fist and Chicken Shape.
When Yang Lin heard Huo Yuanjia talk about people in the world, he also heard about his reputation and that he was also a powerful person.
Zhang Yukui came out, pointed at the two-meter-tall man who walked out behind Robert, with a broad body and a round waist, like a mountain, and said: "That is the British underground boxing champion Wardes, nicknamed the Demon King of Hell, and his black market value has reached Twenty million pounds.
Every time he strikes, he beats his opponent to death. No less than ten of our boxers have died at his hands.
Someone from Brother Li's sect died in his hands. "
"Yes, we came here this time because we wanted to get a feel for him, and we didn't directly want to confront him.
I just thought it would be nice to earn some boxing betting money on the outside.
However, if you keep fighting, you will have to fight this person sooner or later. You can't avoid him, and it's hard to say what will happen then. "
"I've been here twice, and I've seen this person take action. I'm afraid it's really difficult to deal with.
This kind of underground boxer is much more difficult to deal with than those boxing champions in the ring. He will attack every opponent without leaving any room for death.
Last time, when I saw Hell Demon King Wardes fighting against Cangzhou Wang Hongshan, he knocked brother Wang to the ground, jumped up and punched him, not only broke brother Wang's neck, but also broke it on the steel plate of the ring. Make a hole. "
"So cruel."
A cold light flashed in Yang Lin's eyes.
The muscles of the Wardes in front of him were greenish-grey. He didn't know what kind of stimulant drug he had used, and his body was covered in lumps and bumps, like tumors.
The neck is so thick that it cannot be seen, the head is strangely formed into a triangle, and the eyes are gray...
You know it by looking at it, without much emotional fluctuation.
I don’t know which laboratory the product is from.
From another level, it reaches or even exceeds the energy and blood strength of ordinary masters.
Also, based on its size of over two meters, if it is also flexible, it will definitely be a killer weapon on the battlefield.
The person who was boxing with him was a little weaker before the fight started.
"Robert is dishonest."
Yang Lin thought to himself that the other party obviously wanted to arrange for someone to beat him to death on the spot during the competition.
"Wards, Wards..."
From all directions, a burst of cheers like a landslide and tsunami suddenly sounded.
The businessmen and ladies who had been watching the show quietly just now changed their previous reserve and elegance. When they looked at the giant man who came out, they suddenly burst into loud roars.
All of them turned into bloodthirsty ferocious beasts instantly.
Extremely fanatical.
"Beat him to death, beat him to death, beat that Qing boy to death."
There are also people who are just yelling indiscriminately, fearing that the world will not be in chaos.
It can be seen that this Wardes is indeed very famous.
At least, in the eyes of these British people, he is a symbol of invincibility.
Being worth 20 million pounds is completely unbelievable in this era.
You know, most Chinese people are still working hard for a few silver coins.
Those warriors who have practiced hard for decades are willing to risk their lives to gain wealth, and this wealth is only worth a few hundred pounds.
One can imagine how high Wards' worth is.
"Master, be careful."
The little princess Marilyn also had a very serious face and suddenly whispered.
She never hindered Yang Lin's decision. She was free to do whatever he wanted, standing by her side without saying a word.
At this time, he actually said something worried.
Yang Lin glanced at Marilyn in surprise, thinking that Princess Yingjili had always been his most admired fan girl. She had also watched several of his martial arts competitions, so she lost her confidence?
Little Mushroom was still heartless as ever, he stepped forward with a fierce look on his face, squeezed Bai Shengsheng's little fist, and encouraged him: "Master, beat that big guy to death.
I was just behind, and I heard that that man was very ruthless and had killed many Chinese boxers, one punch at a time, and they could not be saved. "
…
Wardes bowed his head and stepped forward.
Standing on the deck.
The hands struck each other, making a steely buzzing sound.
He raised his head, glanced around with his gray eyes, and stared at Yang Lin intently.
There was no fluctuation in his gaze, neither murderous intent nor ferocity... It was as if he saw a stone or a sandbag.
There was a sudden silence all around, and then another burst of cheers broke out.
This popularity...
Yang Lin smiled.
Ordinary people actually always need faith and idols.
Not only can you find spiritual sustenance, but you also want to be someone like the other person.
However, the man in front of him, Wardes, who is known as the Demon King of Hell, is obviously not that kind of idol.
He merely satisfies the ferocious desire in the hearts of most foreigners.
Temporarily abandon the polite side of ordinary people and enjoy the indulgence of blood lust.
For them, it is a rare journey to relax their souls.
Therefore, even the most elegant ladies and ladies were blushing at this time, and they all looked like crazy people.
It is precisely because of these crazy desires that we can maintain strong ambitions and expand in all directions.
This is true in Germany, Britain and France, and of course Japan.
At this time, China is like a pool of stagnant water...
Leaves, animal carcasses, and wild fruits are immersed in the rotting pool, and occasionally a few small bubbles will pop up.
On a normal day, it wouldn't cause much ripples at all.
One party is full of vitality and has a strong desire to attack.
One side is lifeless and only knows how to be intoxicated in its own one-third of an acre of land, regardless of how old the world is.
If you are not bullied, who else will be bullied?
Yang Lin sighed in his heart, standing still as still as a mountain, but the clothes on his body were moving in the wind, his breath became misty and thick, and an extremely contradictory feeling appeared in his body.
Wang Zhiping's eyes suddenly glowed.
"A grandmaster is worthy of being a world-famous figure. Just this stance makes people feel discouraged and demoralized, and they completely lose the desire to win."
Li Fuzhen and Zhang Yukui also exhaled a long breath.
My mind is calm.
Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.
Sometimes, even if you don't take action, you can still give people the feeling that this person is superior and beyond our reach.
There are rumors in the circle that in recent years, Mr. Sun Lutang has immediately gained momentum over his opponents before they even make a move...
Others no longer have the fighting spirit and can only admit that he is the best in the world.
And Master Yang Wudi, the so-called Martial God in front of him, can obviously do this.
Yuan stops at Zhiyue.
A word suddenly popped into my mind, and it turned out to be so appropriate.
Warders certainly felt it too, and his reaction was direct.
I don’t know what kind of boxing this person is practicing. He looks big and bulky, but in fact, he is very agile. Not only is his body extremely fast, but his brain is also relatively easy to use.
As soon as Yang Lin's momentum showed, he reacted, his figure rose and fell, and he shouted...
Rush forward quickly.
Like a hurricane passing through.
A strong wind passed around him, causing the hats on the heads of some ladies watching from a distance to rise into the sky.
Screams of excitement and fear echoed all around.
In fact, when Wardes pounced by, the ferocity and ferocity reminded people of the white shark in the water, the giant bear in the snow, the giant python in the forest, and the tiger descending from the mountain...
The scene of the moment when he pounced on the food and swallowed it was directly in front of his eyes.
Looking at the next moment, the Qing man was about to be torn into pieces, and the frantic screams made his eardrums hurt.
"He's a good player."
Yang Lin narrowed his eyes.
The fierce wind cut the face, and the fishy smell hit the nostrils.
At this moment, he seemed to have seen Mr. Li Xuwen's fierce tiger climbing up the mountain that day.
This giant man, covered with tumors all over his body and with broad shoulders and back, looked like he had two extra wings. His swooping movements made the air in such a small area on the deck thicken and solidify.
In terms of momentum alone, it is still higher than Li Xuwen, a late-stage master.
No wonder he can kill so many boxers.
The price is so high.
Yang Lin is ready to respect his opponent and go all out.
He took a long breath, and his figure grew bigger...
The clothes seemed to explode into strands, and the body grew suddenly, becoming two meters tall. The body was covered with knotted veins that bounced and vibrated.
In an instant, his hands became as thick and strong as the legs of an elephant. His body did not retreat but moved forward. He took one step forward and pulled out the afterimages.
call……
Faced with Wards' violent collision, Yang Lin shouted loudly, his right hand was so fast that he couldn't see it, and he slapped Wardes on the side of his face.
puff……
The sound was dull and deafening.
Wardes only had time to turn his head slightly, and before throwing his punch with both hands, he was only halfway through the punch, and was already slapped in the face.
Dou Da's head was suddenly deformed by this palm slap, exploded, and scattered into pieces of flesh and blood...
Blood sprayed like rain, fanning out to the right, making the deck crackle.
Ah, ah...
There were screams all around.
All the previous excitement turned into fear.
The businessmen, ladies, and young ladies all took a few steps back as if they had seen a ghost.
The scene was chaotic for a while.
Everyone looked at Wardes' headless body in horror. Still unable to control his body shape, he continued to rush forward for seven or eight steps before falling to the ground, twitching, and soon became motionless.
"Sorry, I was too harsh."
Yang Lin wiped the blood on his hands and smiled apologetically at Robert, "Do you have any other powerful boxers? Come on, I'll try another one. I promise you won't use too much force."
Robert's eyes widened, his lips murmured twice, and he took two steps back uncontrollably.
As soon as his legs softened, he sat down on the ground.
