Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

The fist wind is loud, and the strong wind is rolled up.

Ancient muay thai practitioners are different from traditional domestic martial artists. Domestic martial artists pay attention to both internal and external training. Although Songtao has aura in his body, his body is stronger and more disciplined. A horizontal martial artist who specializes in physical training has sufficient speed, strength, and muscle strength. Warriors who can challenge Anjin.

He was confident that this punch could blow Zhuo Bufan's head off.

Zhuo Shanshan let out an exclamation, widened her bright eyes, and covered her mouth with her little hand.

Zhuo Bufan raised his hand and lightly punched him, and the two fists collided.

Boom...

There was a sound like metal delivery, Song Tao's arm was twisted like a small snake, the bones were broken, and even the white stubble pierced the skin, the whole arm was dripping with blood, and the whole person flew upside down.

"You are too weak." Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said lightly.

Song Tao fell on the ring, his right arm was completely deformed, even if it was connected, it would be useless.

"No...impossible..." Song Tao's eyes were dull and his pupils dilated. He has received extremely harsh training since he was a child, and now he doesn't even groan even though all his bones are broken.

Such a result has long been expected by Qin Yang and the old man. Zhuo Bufan is at least a martial artist at the master level, and a small Songtao is not enough for him.

However, Qin Tong and Qin Yun's throats moved and they swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the same time. They couldn't believe that everything before them was real.

The audience was silent.

Songtao's combat prowess is obvious to all. Even Meng Hansen, one of the double bonus sticks of the Huohu gang, was killed by him, but now he was punched by a young boy. Is this superman?

In fact, Zhuo Bufan's golden skin has reached the third layer, and even bullets can't pierce it, let alone a mortal's fist, falling on him is like scratching an itch.

"Is Zhuo Bufan a warrior?" Zhuo Fang stared wide-eyed, dumbstruck, and after a while, he muttered to himself.

In such a short period of time, his mood was like a roller coaster. Originally thought that when he arrived at university, he began to show his extraordinary communication skills, leaving Zhuo Bufan far behind, but now Zhuo Bufan's punch directly crushed all the pride in his heart.

Without the strength of a real warrior, a family will have no heritage and will never become a fourth-level family. Zhuo Bufan is a warrior, and what this means is self-evident. Even if he gets into the position of deputy governor, he can't match him s position.

"Okay...that's amazing, has he mutated?" Zhuo Shuai's eyeballs almost fell to the ground. He usually likes to watch American movies, and his mind suddenly ran wild.

"Brother Xiao Fan, you scared me to death." Zhuo Shanshan was relieved when she saw him standing on the ring in high spirits, and smoothed her chest with her small hands.

"Bullying my sister, there is only one way to die." Zhuo Bufan looked at him, his eyes were like lightning, and his imposing aura was overwhelming.

Song Tao's face changed drastically, "Don't...don't kill me... Someone asked you to provoke you to kill you. If you don't kill me, I'll tell you who he is?"

"No need." After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he jumped up into the air and stepped down.

"Stop." A thunderous shout sounded.

Zhuo Bufan turned a deaf ear, stepped on Songtao's chest with his foot, and a large area of ​​his chest was sunken immediately, the bone pierced through the lungs and heart, Songtao's eyes were filled with fear, his head tilted, a stream of blood overflowed from his mouth, and he died on the spot.

"You...you dare to kill my disciple."

The whole body of the man who drank a lot just now trembled, his eyes were like sharp arrows. An old man with short white hair, his hair standing upside down, wearing a white Tang suit embroidered with golden dragon patterns, with a clear face, and Song Tao are both Thais.

At this time, many bodyguards in black clothes and black trousers also gathered around the ring. Song Tao is the top fighter in the ring, and can generate hundreds of millions of income for the boxing ring every year. If Zhuo Bufan hurts him, at least It can be treated and cured, but killing it directly has already touched the interests of the boxing field.

The manager, Ma Teng, was sweating profusely. Song Tao died, and his position as the manager might not be able to be kept.

Qin Yang and the old man sitting in the first row reacted, and their expressions changed drastically.

Qin Yang jumped up, and suddenly ran directly to the side of the ring. When Ma Teng saw him, he quickly bowed and called out respectfully, "Young master."

"I'm fucking stupid, get the people out of here." Qin Yang kicked him in the stomach and sternly cursed.

The eldest son Qin came from a family, gentle and refined, with a personable demeanor. Whenever he sweared in public, Manager Ma turned pale with fright and almost fainted. He had never seen the eldest son get so angry.

Qin Yang wished to kill this guy, even Song Tao couldn't catch his punch, Pu Tiedao's black knife couldn't cut his body, no matter how many bodyguards came up, they were just delivering food.

The white-haired old man is Song Tao's master, one of the inheritances of ancient Muay Thai, called Gu Zan.

"Young Master Qin, what are you doing? Could it be that your Qin family ignored him when he killed my apprentice?" Gu Zan said loudly angrily.

Qin Yang frowned, the old man was trying to kill himself, "Mr. Gu, your muay thai branch is just cooperating with our boxing arena, and you will be given 70% of the money for each fight, and we It has been said a long time ago, life and death in the arena are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky."

Gu Zan frowned coldly.

It's not that he feels sorry for Songtao, the key is that he will lose nearly 10 million in income every month without a strong player.

"Okay, since your Qin family doesn't want to take care of it, then let me kill him." Gu Zan's eyes were cold, and there seemed to be a buzzing sound in the air. Changes occur.

The expression of the old man standing next to Qin Yang changed, "Is this guy a master? With their ancient muay thai secrets, I'm afraid even I can't match him."

Qin Yang also changed his face.

"Death!" Guzan stretched out his withered palm, grasped the iron lock the size of a pigeon egg, and lifted it vigorously. The three-meter-long chain was snapped and he held it in his hand, like a dark long whip like Zhuo. Bufan spurs away.

Zhuo Bufan teleported away.

"Bang." The whole body rang loudly, cement chips flew like rain, and a three-inch deep crack appeared on the ring, as if an iron chain had smashed the ring in half.

The audience in the audience was already crazy, it was so exciting, it was even more shocking than a 3D martial arts movie.

"Huh!"

The smoke rolled and scattered, but Gu Zan found that Zhuo Bufan had disappeared.

At this moment, a danger emanating from his heart made the hairs of his whole body tremble.

Looking up, Zhuo Bufan descended from the sky like a god.

"Damn it, isn't it a broken leg?" Someone said in surprise.