The Sword God of the South

Iron Hand Punch

Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

Dozens of shadow blows charged towards Zhang Fei fiercely. The wind was hot.

It was fortunate that Zhang Fei had a decent ability, so even though he was attacked suddenly, he was still able to control the situation.

His whole body moved. It swerved like a fir tree blown by the spring breeze.

All the attacks people just missed the target.

The fight stopped for a moment. Two men in their less than fifties, stood with haunted faces while looking at him.

The two people were clearly holding back the anger. Especially after all the efforts that have just been done, do not produce at all.

"This boy has quite the ability. If we are not serious, it seems quite difficult to deal with it," said the old man who had just finished attacking.

"I think so too" his colleague confirmed.

"Then we'll face him together,"

"agree. I think that's the best way,"

They spoke in a slow voice. But even so, because inside the wine stall was quite quiet, then Zhang Fei could hear their conversation clearly.

More than that, it also has a pair of ears that are quite sharp.

"Indeed it should be. Forward both better, than just one-on-one," said the youngster with a smile humbling the opponent.

"It's good that you hear our words. Now, take this!"

The person who had been fighting with him, suddenly jumped up and lunged forward. In the middle of the air, he directly channeled energy throughout his body.

Not only that, even the person also pulled out a dagger along one inch that was stored behind his clothes.

Wutt!!!

The slash of the dagger came from the right. Leading to the neck.

Zhang Fei had expected the attack. Therefore, when the dagger flashed, he was ready to dodge it.

But not to mention getting a position, the other opponent has lunged anyway.

He did not attack with a weapon. But his current attack was far more powerful and even dangerous than before.

The blow that came felt heavy. It was as if each punch contained tens of kilos.

The punch was slow, but the consequences were great. On the other hand, behind the blow was also contained a hotter air.

Zhang Fei wanted to test the opponent's strength, so he immediately banged his hands together.

Dess!!! Plakk!!!

Two people were pushed back. Both were surprised.

The man was shocked because he did not believe that his young opponent, had apparently dared to fend off the blow he was dealt.

As for Zhang Fei himself, he was also surprised to feel the opponent's fist being extremely loud.

"Iron Hand Punch!" slowly muttered.

Not wrong again, the man must have mastered the science of hard-flowing blows.

'It is only fitting that the shape of his hand is rougher. It turned out that he mastered the punch, Zhang Fei's inner self while researching the opponent's hand.

"Give me your head!"

Right at the moment when he finished researching the opponent, suddenly from behind, another attack appeared. The man returned to shake his dagger.

Fortunately, the attack again missed. His dagger stabbed into the available table. Without wasting any more time, Zhang Fei directly threw the nearby chair towards the person.

Wutt!!! Prosecutors!!!

The fight began to resume. The three men were engaged in a pretty good battle.

Because the wine shop is small, then only a few moves, the situation in there is quite chaotic. Almost all the chairs and tables, destroyed by the target attack.

The owner of the wine shop who watched the fight was furious. Without saying anything, he suddenly jumped into the middle of the arena.

He enlivened the battle!

Now, Zhang Fei was attacked by three people.

He realized that his position was not profitable. Especially with such a small place.

Hence, once he found an opportunity, he immediately jumped out. He wanted to fight in a wider place!

Yush!!! Yush!!!

Four human shadows shot out. Once there, unwilling to waste any more time, they immediately continued the fight.

Now the place is getting wider. Zhang Fei was able to move more freely.

That's why he won't give up anymore. Various kinds of empty-handed moves began to be held by the young man.

The three old men who attacked him started to get overwhelmed. They did not expect that his opponent had such a high ability. Even more than they had previously thought.

Twenty steps have passed. Zhang Fei was getting on the wind. His opponent's entire body had been the target of the punch or kick he gave.

Three moves later, all opponents know-know already thrown backwards. They have wounds. Fresh blood came out from several parts of his body.

Fortunately, the wounds they suffered were not too bad. So that the three could still stand up and continue the fight again.

But before continuing, the three seemed to be conversing. I don't know what they're talking about, because this time, Zhang Fei himself couldn't hear it clearly.

"Young man, great is also your ability. You should have dared to fight me, "rich man just now.

"Ah, not brave. I'm just a young man looking for experience, Uncle," replied the young man while remaining humble.

"Hmmm. Since it's a responsibility, then, let's continue again,"

He glanced at his partner who had been drinking wine together. After nodding each other, they attacked again with punches and kicks.

Simultaneously, the owner of the wine shop was seen leaving the fighting arena. I don't know where he went. For just a moment, it had disappeared.

The fight began again. Unwilling to waste time, Zhang Fei lowered his hand.

Just walked eight steps. The two men were already lying on the ground. One of his right hand was out. While the other one, both of his fists were crushed.

They are also powerless!

"Go away. I don't want to see you anymore" Zhang Fei said as he gestured with his hand.

Simultaneously, he himself also directly turned his back. I want to get out of there and continue on again.

But who would have thought, just as he walked for five steps, suddenly a voice sounded from behind him.

"Young man, where are you going? Why hurry up,"

That voice sounded soft. But it was very clear in his ears.

Zhang Fei was a little surprised. For he knew that the man spoke with the use of his power.

As soon as the body turned around, the young man grew even more shocked.

It turns out there are a lot of people. It's about thirty. They wear different clothes. Every appearance of those people was different, the same was only the air that came out of each body.

Each of their bodies, giving off a fairly concentrated killer air!

"Why young people? You surprised?"

The man who spoke, now opened his mouth again. It turns out that guy is old. His age even touched the eighties.