"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you, Master!"

The Japanese spy thought Zhang Yong was here to reward him, so he suddenly burst into laughter.

It's a pity that Zhang Yong didn't pay attention to him. Instead, he faced the people in the audience.

Zhang Yong said loudly: "Did you see it? This is five hundred silver dollars! Whoever can come up and defeat him will get five hundred silver dollars."

The busker's face suddenly darkened. It turned out that the other party was here to entertain him.

I misunderstood. I thought it was a reward.

However, he is quite confident in his martial arts.

How can it be so easy to defeat him? Hum hum. In the end, these five hundred silver dollars must be his.

"I come!"

Someone in the crowd immediately shouted.

Among the audience in the audience, there are many people practicing martial arts. Some people are also very confident in themselves.

The person who answered was a young man, about twenty years old. He looked very tough.

Zhang Yong nodded, "Okay, come on!"

The young man jumped up and said nothing.

Follow along.

The two started fighting directly.

No weapons were used. Just a fist and kick fight.

At the beginning, the young man had the upper hand. But it was quickly reversed.

Finally, the busker kicked him off the stage.

Zhang Yong's face was expressionless.

It seems that this Japanese spy is a bit ruthless!

This kick was obviously filled with emotions. He wanted to annihilate his descendants.

After the young man was kicked off the stage, he almost passed out on the spot. Others were so shocked that they did not dare to come on stage to challenge for the time being.

The spy sneered on his lips and was secretly proud.

Who is his opponent among these sick men of East Asia? He is the best at fighting...

After a while, someone else came on stage to challenge.

result……

He was kicked off stage by a Japanese spy again.

Zhang Yong saw it. This Japanese spy was very good at using his legs.

Before, I used my legs to kick people off the stage. Now, too. It seems a bit like Foshan Wuying Kick? Or is it Ghost Kick Seven?

The third person came up to challenge and was defeated again.

He was still kicked off the stage by a Japanese spy. His injuries were also quite serious.

And then the fourth...

the fifth……

All were kicked off the stage.

Finally, it was quiet. No one dared to come on stage.

The spy did not hide the sneer on his lips. He stared at Zhang Yong from the corner of his eyes.

Zhang Yong's face was expressionless.

so disappointed.

We Chinese don’t have any masters?

Where is the legendary Huo Yuanjia? Where is Chen Zhen? Why don’t you see any of them?

"I come!"

Suddenly, someone shouted in a deep voice.

Zhang Yong:……

Huh? This voice sounds so familiar.

I looked back and saw that it was Ba Laohu coming, followed by Xiong Ba.

This guy actually came to join in the fun?

Well, well come!

Just to see how strong Bahu is.

Zhang Yong has never seen Ba Laohu take action before. He doesn't know what Ba Laohu's strength is.

Then he bewilderedly accepted Ba Laohu as his senior brother. But he never saw Ba Laohu take action. What the so-called Iron Wire Fist looked like was only seen in Stephen Chow's movies.

I wonder if Bahuhu should put iron rings on his wrists before fighting?

Bahuhu comes to the stage.

"It turns out he is the boss." The busker actually knew Ba Laohu.

"Let's compete in martial arts until we reach the point." Ba Huhu said.

"I'm sorry, I lost." The Japanese spy seemed a little afraid of Ba Huhu, so he took the initiative to admit defeat, and at the same time packed up his things and prepared to leave.

Ba Huhu looked at Zhang Yong.

The opponent gave up and seemed unable to continue fighting.

Otherwise, it's just bullying. He can't do it.

Zhang Yong came to Ba Huhu and said calmly: "This guy is Japanese."

Ba Huhu's eyes suddenly darkened, but he did not speak.

Zhang Yong said that the other party is Japanese, then he is Japanese. He is never wrong.

In this case, he couldn't let the other person go.

He immediately stretched out his hand to stop the opponent, and then punched him.

The Japanese spy hurriedly stepped back and blocked at the same time. The two of them fought on the ring.

"good!"

"good!"

The audience below cheered.

Previously, Japanese spies injured several people. Everyone was angry.

Although they did not know that the other party was a Japanese spy, Ba Huhu stopped him. Everyone supported him and cheered for Ba Huhu.

Zhang Yong watched with relish.

As expected, Ba Laohu is really capable. He can hit the ground with his fists and there is no fakery.

There are no fancy moves. The main thing is a powerful and heavy punch. As long as you are hit by him, the consequences will be disastrous.

really……

"Bang!"

The spy was hit with the first punch and took two steps back on the spot.

Zhang Yong simply sat down and slowly appreciated it. It seemed that he was doing the right thing by worshiping this senior brother. He was really good at what he did.

It was probably him who would have been knocked to the ground with one punch from Ba Huhu.

The Japanese spy was able to withstand it, just taking two steps back and then returning to normal. It was indeed very strong.

but……

"Bang!"

The second punch came soon.

This time, the Japanese spy was beaten back seven or eight steps.

Zhang Yong clearly saw that the spy's face turned red, like a pig's liver. It was obvious that the energy and blood inside his body was boiling and uncontrollable.

good.

good.

Ba Laohu is really powerful. He deserves to be his senior brother.
To be continued...