Anton actually laughed, he actually laughed, he actually laughed when Zhang Yong was fighting with others. .

It is tolerant, but who is tolerant?

Zhang Yong's choice was a flash, which led the black man to turn back but jumped backwards and jumped directly to Anton's side.

"You can do it!"

Zhang Yong said a quick sentence, and Anton met the strong black man without hesitation.

"Optimistic..."

The black man is too big, with big hands and long arms. The experienced Anton naturally won’t fight with that black man with one punch and one kick, so his choice is actually very similar to Zhang Yong. After he caused the black man to punch, he used his more flexible body to strike from the side and back.

Anton went around and kicked the black man in the thigh with a whip.

However, Anton finished speaking, but the black man just staggered slightly.

So Anton just saw how he kicked the black man and how the whole process happened when the black man was fine.

Anton's face changed immediately.

"I'm watching."

After Zhang Yong made a comment at the right time, Anton's face became even more ugly.

Anton roared, and after the black man finished turning and punched him, Anton, who felt embarrassed, was determined to end the battle in a clean and neat way.

The most important thing is to be handsome.

Must be handsome.

It is better to die than to be handsome.

Fortunately, the black man seemed to be able to use his fists. Anton tried his best to slam his arms towards the black man's arm, and then waved his right arm with all his strength and hit the black man's neck. He would definitely make him dizzy.

The plan was good, and Anton did hold the black man's arm, but the problem was that he found that he was unable to punch the other way.

The black man yelled with his left hand and then yelled. Anton didn't want to knock his opponent unconscious. It was true that he was going to be beaten to death. In desperation, Anton could only withdraw his arms and block them in front of his face, and then the black man yelled with his punch on his arm.

After all, he was not beaten with peach blossoms on his face, but Anton was knocked away by this punch.

Anton flew out with his feet off the ground. Fortunately, his self-protection awareness was very good, and his protective movements were instinctively done. He put his back on the ground and rolled quickly, otherwise it would be impossible for the back of his head to be knocked to death.

Anton was not injured, but his face was lost.

After Anton stood up from the ground, his face did not blush, but he was jealous.

The power is invincible, the speed is super fast, and the ability to resist strikes is extremely strong. This black man has never received systematic training. This can be easily seen. If he had received long-term training, Anton would be terrible at this moment, and it would not be as simple as embarrassing.

Just when Anton was about to go on, Anton saw the powerful Zhang Yong but did not give him this opportunity.

Zhang Yong rushed up again, and he waved at the black man at an extremely fast speed.

There was almost no power, just a moment of swaying. Only in this way can the speed be maximized. When the black man subconsciously waved his head and tried to wave his arm to open Zhang Yong's hand, Zhang Yong lowered his head and crawled in from under the black man's arm again.

He is tall and has very long arms. If he doesn't need to shake it away with a false move, Zhang Yong's fist will not reach the black man.

Imagine the fight between Bruce Lee and Jabbar, it is really the same.

He has no advantage in height, weight and strength, but Zhang Yong has an advantage in speed, and his natal fist is Wing Chun. The inch strength of Wing Chun only needs a very small space to be used, and it is very fast.

Zhang Yong punched two times in a row, all hitting the black man in the same position under the armpit.

"ah!"

With a painful roar, the black man suddenly smashed his right arm down.

This time, Zhang Yong did not retreat. His two consecutive punches failed to make the black man's right arm lose his ability to move, which made him really anxious.

Zhang Yong flashed, then he hugged the black man's arm, then he stretched out his feet and kicked the black man's waist, and then jumped up with the force, then turned around and carried the black man's arm on his shoulder.

It was like grabbing someone over the shoulder, but Zhang Yong resisted the black man's arm against the arm. Moreover, he did not throw the black man, but he pushed his back hard, and then he heard a click.

The black man let out a terrifying howl, his upper arm bent at an unnatural angle because his arm was broken.

Zhang Yong let go of the black man's right arm, then he retreated and dodged the black man's left fist, and stretched out his hands and grabbed the black man's wrist.

"Hi!"

"Hi!"

Zhang Yong grabbed his wrist and turned around to the side of the black man, clamping the black man's left arm in the middle with his arms. Then he tried to stop breaking the other arm of the black man three times, and shouted violently so that his voice changed its voice, but he still failed to get what he wanted.

The black man threw Zhang Yong up with force, but Zhang Yong had not let go.

He was dragged aside and as soon as his feet stood firm, Zhang Yong's eyes widened and roared.

"ha!"

With his left hand moved and his right arm pressed, Zhang Yong used his strength to suck. Finally, after the sound of a click, the black man's left arm also broke.

"ah!"

Another shocking howl, Zhang Yong let go of the black man and kicked the black man in the stomach.

Finally, the black man fell backwards, and with his two arms broken, he could not support his body and could not even stand up.

It sounds very slow, and it seems to take a long time. In fact, the whole process is very fast, and there is not a total of more than ten seconds. However, for Zhang Yong, it is extremely rare to spend more than ten seconds and still exhaust his all his strength to win an opponent.

Zhang Yong gasped. He looked at the black man lying on the ground, then looked at the other subordinates of Ferdinand, and panted, "Ha, you..."

Zhang Yong was so angry that he couldn't get angry, which shows how abnormal the physical fitness of this black man was. Fortunately, it was Zhang Yong who won.

No one of Ferdinand and his group of people helped the black man. They were all stunned and looked at the black man with two broken arms lying on the ground and cursing angrily, but no one moved.

Finally, one of Ferdinand's subordinates said in a daze: "Monster, monster is..."

Ferdinand seemed to be unable to believe his eyes, but he finally looked at Zhang Yong, and then he said with anger: "Get me! Beat!"

Ferdinand was stunned when he saw it, Yang Yi was even more stunned, but after hearing Ferdinand's roar, he finally realized what to do next.
Chapter completed!