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Dan Dongyang maintained a very professional fighting stance, his body slightly stepped, his arms raised, his fist protecting his forehead, his fist striking out in front of him.

Using the dim light, Huang Xing could see the contempt in his eyes. Right now, there was no retreat, Huang Xing could only fight. Even if he was beaten to the point of being covered in wounds, he definitely could not be a grandson.

Dan Dongyang laughed out loud: You have been beaten up like a dog in the water, what dignity do you have?

Huang Xing urged her: Stop talking nonsense! I don't have much time to play with you.

Fine! Dan Dongyang's expression tensed, his brows knitted, and took the initiative to wave his fist and rush forward.

Huang Xing dodged to the side, but Dan Dongyang immediately engaged in a close combat with him, his surging fists flying chaotically. To be exact, his attacks seemed to have no pattern, but in reality, they were all simple, practical, and fatal moves. Huang Xing tried to defend and dodge, but there were many times where his fist almost hit the bridge of his nose.

The wind continued to blow in front of his face, showing the ferocity of Dan Dongyang's punch.

But what surprised Dan Dongyang was that Huang Xing, who he thought was extremely weak, suddenly seemed to become much stronger. In his impression, Huang Xing was a piece of tofu that everyone could pinch. Any man with normal development would be able to put Huang Xing down within a short period of time. However, at this moment, he realized that he was extremely wrong.

At first, Dan Dongyang was fully confident that he wouldn't even need three punches and two kicks to defeat Huang Xing, causing him to lose his ability to resist. As a result, he had been attacking wantonly with ruthless moves. However, although Huang Xing's defense seemed to be full of loopholes and he was panicking, he was actually calm and capable, and effective. For a moment, he felt that attacking was a bit difficult. He was a special forces soldier who had received special training, and had a very deep attainments in the field of scouting. After he entered society, his fist had always been a magic weapon he relied on to achieve a miraculous victory or even to survive. In this regard, he had never even looked at Huang Xing properly, and felt that, to him, Huang Xing was just a little chick, he could easily take Huang Xing's life with a pinch.

But now it seemed that he was wrong.

To be exact, it was extremely difficult for Huang Xing to compete with Dan Dongyang. In fact, he had always liked the idea of capturing combat. He had practiced it when he was a security guard a few years ago, but it had all been for naught. Afterwards, after arriving at the company, he suffered a few consecutive beatings, which further strengthened his determination to practice his Sanda Skills. Especially after the considerate Ouyang Mengjiao bought the bag of sand for him, he would train every day and every day, she would indulge in the extreme limits of that dream-like yet real world. After countless rounds of sweat, his physical fitness, reaction speed, and fighting ability had all improved significantly. She was certain that if Huang Xing's opponent was not a special kind of expert like Dan Dongyang, but a young man, or even two or three normal people, then Huang Xing would have full confidence in taking them down quickly.

Dan Dongyang's body was as hard as steel. When Huang Xing blocked the incoming punch, he felt that his own arm was in pain from's vibrations. But in this highly stressful environment, the pain seemed negligible. Since he had accepted the challenge, he would put in 100% of his passion into the duel and would not let go of any chance of winning.

Although, the possibility was very slim.

But even under the situation where the difference between the two of them was extremely huge, Huang Xing was still able to forcefully clash with him for more than ten minutes.

Until Dan Dongyang felt a little tired.

Of course, Huang Xing was even more tired.

In terms of stamina and techniques, Huang Xing was still not Dan Dongyang's match.

As such, after a period of stalemate, Dan Dongyang relied on his fierceness as a soldier to quickly gain the upper hand and the advantage. On Huang Xing's face and body, he left a few crazy punches.

Huang Xing did not dodge. His movement technique had obviously become slower. He could even feel his own heavy breathing. This difficult confrontation was beyond his expectations. To some extent, he felt that he had won.

But in the end, he still did not escape from his bad luck. Dan Dongyang used a powerful whip kick and kicked Huang Xing to the ground. He did not stop there, he immediately rushed forward and attempted to use his elbow to heavily injure Huang Xing, locking onto his victory.

More accurately speaking, this elbow strike was extremely powerful.

Not to mention head on, even if it was chest or abdomen, it would still be enough to make Huang Xing unable to get out of bed for three whole days.

Huang Xing knew that his exhausted body was no longer able to dodge the sneak attack of the ferocious beast in front of him. He simply closed his eyes and waited for his bad luck to arrive.

"Stop!" A deep yet confident male voice came from ten meters away.

Huang Xing was startled for a moment, then opened his eyes.

After Dan Dongyang received the disturbance, he also reflexively retracted his power.

In that moment, Dan Dongyang was shocked. It was fortunate that he had shouted 'stop' in time. Otherwise, with this impulse, he would have to face the calamity of a prison sentence. He was a specially trained man, and he understood the weight of this elbow strike. Elbow strikes were a common technique used by the boxers. The fighter focused all of his strength into the space between his elbow, and once it hit the target, its destructive power would be extremely strong. There have been a number of deaths at events where Thai boxers have taken part, and the number of disabled people is uncountable. Although Dan Dongyang knew that his technique was not as ferocious as Tai Fist Hand, it was still highly likely to maim a person.

In other words, even though he hated Huang Xing, he wasn't to the point of total annihilation. Of course, it was not because he pitied Huang Xing but because he was worried that if he did anything evil to Huang Xing, it would lead to his own destruction.

And the owner of this voice was actually a young man around the age of 27 or 28.

Because of the light, his face could not be seen. But from the way he walked, the young man was full of energy.

The unfamiliar man stood in front of Dan Dongyang and smiled, but did not make a sound.

"Mind your own business!" Dan Dongyang cursed as he tried to size up the person in front of him.

Perhaps it was due to an indescribable intuition, Dan Dongyang was stunned for a moment and could not help but ask: "You, you were a soldier before?

The stranger laughed. Good eye. Active. Still working on it.

Dan Dongyang coldly snorted: "You still don't know my background. You know, I'm a SWAT officer. Special forces.

Oh? Special forces? The strange man raised his voice and sneered, "The special forces are here to maintain peace, not to bully the common people." Do you dare to play with me?

Dan Dongyang was startled: You? His tone was not small! Do you dare to state your name?

The unfamiliar man said: Li Zheng. Mu Zili was correct.

Dan Dongyang burst into laughter: Right? Haha, you're f * * king taking a breather!

The young man who called himself Li Zheng frowned and scolded: "Watch your mouth!"

Dan Dongyang took a step forward, and entered a stalemate state with Li Zheng.

Huang Xing was very surprised to see this opportunity. He really did not know where this Li Zheng, who had suddenly appeared to represent him, came from. However, he had a feeling that all of this might not have been a fortuitous encounter.

Then what was going on?

However, the following scene was completely unexpected for Huang Xing.

Before Huang Xing could react, Li Zheng and Dan Dongyang had already started fighting.

"Clap, clap, clap ~ ~"

After just a few rounds of exchange, Li Zheng suddenly leaped up, and with a flying kick, he hit Dan Dongyang's shoulder.

With a 'Aiyo', Dan Dongyang lied down on the ground.

Beautiful!

This Li Zheng's skill was simply to the point of perfection!

Dan Dongyang was a member of the special forces who had gone through professional training, yet he was defeated so easily.

A series of questions flashed across Huang Xing's mind.

After a short exchange, Dan Dongyang had already felt five words: There is always someone more powerful than you, and always more powerful than you.

He knew that he was not a match for this Li Zheng at all.

After standing up, he did not continue fighting, but pointed at Li Zheng and said, wait. He then quickly disappeared from his sight.

He escaped.

Huang Xing stared at the young expert of the world dumbstruck. He wanted to say a few words, but suddenly saw a familiar figure walking out from the door of the unit.

So light, so enchanting.

It was Fu Zhenxin.

She walked straight in front of Huang Xing, looked at him anxiously and asked: "You, are you alright? Are your injuries serious? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

A special warmth permeated his chest. Huang Xing shook his head, but Fu Zhenxin took out a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth and in his nose. Wiping his hands, he started to complain: What are you fighting with Dan Dongyang for, you're not his opponent. What if he does kill you, and you --

Huang Xing wanted to hold her hands in gratitude, his heart seemed to have melted. But he did not break this hard-won harmony, just a moment ago Fu Zhenxin was extremely against him, but now he became more gentle and considerate. Sabre mouth tofu heart, this idiom applied to her body, it was very suitable.

The recluse expert, Li Zheng, didn't miss the opportunity to walk over and joke with Fu Zhenxin: What, you're not thanking me?

Only now did Fu Zhenxin realize that she had lost control of herself, and said to Li Zheng: Brother Li, thank you for coming to rescue me today. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know what to do.

Li Zheng shot a glance at Huang Xing, and asked him: Is he your boyfriend?

Fu Zhenxin was startled, and stammered: "He is my … sister's boyfriend!"

sighed with emotion: This bro's luck isn't bad, Fu Jie is --but with his current ability, he won't be able to protect your sister's goddess. Your sister is so powerful, and she's the bane of all beauties!

Fu Zhenxin frowned: Why do you say that to my sister?

Li Zheng emphasized: This is praise. There must be a company chasing after your sister, right? Aren't they all this bro's love rivals? If he didn't learn anything, it would be unreliable.

Then, he walked in front of Huang Xing, lightly patted his shoulder and jokingly said: "Brother, you're so lucky." But then, you have a long way to go.

Huang Xing was stunned for a long time before he suddenly understood something.