Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 146 - Savage!

Munding prepared himself to receive an attack on his body by tightening his muscles.

He stepped slowly and watched the movements of the four people who surrounded him closely. Another with the Old Thugs earlier, his four enemies now looked even more alert and cautious.

Shhhh.

Munding exhaled his stomach and shifted his steps closer to the Thugs on the right of his front. Without stopping, he lowered his head and immediately floated a sweep to the feet of his enemy.

But the enemy is not a wooden milestone or a mango tree trunk that will only stand still when attacked, he jumped to avoid the sweep of Munding's legs back.

Attacking an enemy who is already vigilant first and expecting our attack to enter by relying on the first attack is tantamount to the jargon of 76 Needle Cigarette ads with the icon Jin use Blangkon, dream!!!

Munding knew that, he didn't expect his leg to hit. What he's after is the thug's reaction. As expected, he jumped backwards.

According to the laws of physics, an object cannot change direction while in the air unless there is an outside force acting on it.

Just like Munding's enemy now. As he leapt back and for a moment when both of his legs left the floor, he became an easy target that could not be evaded.

Buakkkk.

Kick gojos after Munding after doing a sweep of the leg was a slit on the stomach of the Thug and made him float beautifully like a bird that greeted the sunset. The difference is that this bird flies supine and nyungsep to the table of visitors behind him then unconscious.

First Blood!

Erroneous, that was the first Old Thug KO.

Double Kill's!

Without waiting, Munding moved towards his second enemy. His enemy still looks shocked for a moment and looks unaware of the arrival of Munding. He may not have been aware, but two of his other friends saw clearly that Munding had targeted his friend.

"Revelation!!"

The third thug who had been nervous suddenly a fist came to his face. Fists that are getting bigger and bigger in a very fast time.

Prokkkkkp.

Uhukkk.

Triple Kill's!

The third thug fell backwards and fell on his back, the only thing on his head just before he lost consciousness were the three small, white objects he had seen floating out of his mouth.

He knew that from now on, he would get a new nickname.

Ompong.

A moment later, everything went dark and he was unconscious.

Munding quickly twisted his body, his instincts giving a danger sign from the direction of his back. And as expected, the two remaining thugs, after shouting a warning earlier, had already moved to attack together from behind.

It is clear that they are hobbies from-behind aka playing backstab.

One of them threw a punch, while the other friend threw a kick.

The punch leads to Munding's head, while the kick leads to Munding's left rib. Munding performed a quick calculation on his head and decided to deflect the blow and receive the kick.

Munding's abdominal muscles and left dorsal wing hardened and his left arm opened, his right hand making a stalk.

Buakkk.

Ughghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Munding felt a slight pain in his left rib, but he was certain that no serious injury had been received. If the kick hit his left rib more powerful, at least, Munding will experience a little shortness of breath.

The left arm that opened earlier, went down quickly and did a swipe to the leg of his enemy who had not had time to be pulled again.

Kinkkk.

Munding lowered his body and head. His feet swept a sweep to the other thug who had just kick into Munding's left rib.

Shhhhh.

Buaakaackkk.

Munding's foot sweep right on target. The thug who only used one leg as a pedestal had fallen to the floor.

Munding then rolled the tiger to the side and immediately stood up to return to alert and catch his breath.

Both of his enemies were also seen breathing. One was still fresh without any injuries. The other, standing on one leg because his right leg was affected by Munding elbow was painful up to ********** and had stood back after being hit by Munding's leg sweep.

Munding looked at the two with a happy gaze, it had been a long time since he had felt any tension from a fight like this. Although he must admit that the fight he did with Nurul every night gave tension that was no less exciting.

If your enemy is more than one, attack the weakest first. If your enemy is injured, attack the injured body part. There is no shame in exploiting the weakness of your enemies. Because no one will laugh at a winner, only a loser who becomes a joke.

And Munding did.

He moved towards the thug who was limping with one leg and threw a punch.

The thug who was targeted by Munding seemed a little difficult to avoid, but his friend did not stay silent. The other thug shut his friend's body quickly and blocked the direction of Munding's attack. He sent a backlash towards Munding who came charging towards him.

Deliberating tilted his body and dodged the enemy's blow. His feet stepped to the side and he pulled back the punch that had not reached his target.

As fast as lightning, Munding moved sideways and passed the second thug who delivered the punch earlier. He's not Munding's target.

The position of Munding who had passed through the body of his enemy, now had room to attack the second Thug who had been covered by his friend.

Munding raised his right leg and threw a side kick towards the head of the one-footed thug.

A look of resignation was glimpsed on the face of the thug and he was preparing to accept his fate.

Buakkkkk.

Ughghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Pranggggg.

The second thug whose leg had been injured floated backward because of a powerful Munding kick on his face. If he had not resigned earlier, at least he could still protect his face with his hands. But Munding wouldn't think about it. It's his business and his family's. Maybe he's tired and wants to break down.

Maniacs!

The fourth enemy has been defeated by Munding.

He was a little lucky because his body landed on a glass table near one of the long sofas where the bawdy deeds of cafe visitors were done.

Munding saw the thug's mouth muttering kamit not saying what. But since he did not wake up from where he lay, Munding considered him to have withdrawn from the fight.

Now only one thug is left standing in the middle of the room .

Munding and his enemies looked at each other, like two old friends who had not seen each other for a long time. Staring at each other as if he wanted to recognize a foreign figure who had once been close beside him.

Not until one minute, the thug gave up losing. He lowered his head and mumbled softly.

"Bah Bang, I'm blushing. Gih just go in there. Boss-boss on a get-together in there. The door is what the VIP wrote," said the thug.

"It can't be dong Mas. Nanggung ni, less one more I get Savage," replied Munding.

The thug's face looks wry. After thinking for a few seconds, he threw a punch of his right hand towards his own jaw. His body immediately fell down where he stood.

The last thug looked at Munding with a wronged look and muttered one word, "Happy??"

After that, he fainted unconscious.