"What are you doing, Farakon, are you crazy?"
The gang leader next to Broly was surprised to see Faracon suddenly going crazy. When did Faracon become so strong that he could lift a person so easily
"He is not Farakon. With such a strong aura, he is not an ordinary person!"
Goro Daimon stood up and said in a very serious tone. He took off his shirt, revealing a body of granite-like muscles. He opened his hands and made a judo starting stance, as if facing a powerful enemy.
"boom!"
Broly canceled the Oolong transformation technique and revealed his true form. The leader who was lifted in the air recognized his identity almost instantly.
"Green Goblin... You are the Green Goblin!!!"
He was incontinent, and smelly urine dripped down his trouser legs onto the ground.
Broly threw it into the air casually, then raised his palm towards the air, and a white energy whizzed away.
"boom!"
There was a violent explosion, and after a while, debris fell to the ground in pieces.
"How about you wait for me to deal with these bastards first before we compete? This way, I will lose some of my energy, which will be more beneficial to you."
Broly said, crossing his arms.
"You are a demon!"
Goro Daimon looked at the pieces of flesh and blood that fell to the ground, his muscles tense and his mind highly alert.
"Compared to me, you are the real devil who is in cahoots with these drug lords who have committed countless evil deeds."
Broly took the opening stance of Satan's fighting technique. Daimon Goro was more than two meters tall, a head taller than Broly before he entered the angry form.
"What does it mean to cooperate with the mafia in order to eliminate an enemy like you?"
Goro Daimon suddenly shouted loudly and slammed his hands on the ground. The ground shook violently, and with him as the center, it cracked in all directions like a spider web.
The gang leaders and call girls were just affected by the aftermath and fell to the ground screaming. Some even had their leg bones broken.
Broly, who was the first to be hit, felt a destructive energy coming along the ground, which was about to shake him into the air.
The power comes from the ground, and the fist comes from the heart.
As long as you can't fly in the air, no matter whether you are punching, throwing, kicking, chopping or any other technique, you must generate force from the ground, using the infinite carrying power of the earth. If you are accidentally hit by your opponent and fly into the air, you will be at the mercy of others.
Goro Daimon's huge body was unexpectedly flexible, and he strode towards Broly like an angry rhino. He clenched his fist with one arm, and took advantage of his tall stature to chop at Broly from above.
This powerful blow would knock even an elephant to the ground. After the enemy was completely broken, he could then use a series of throwing techniques to completely knock down the enemy.
As a judo master, any enemy who reveals a weakness in front of him will be suppressed to death by his raging attacks.
But this decisive blow was actually caught.
Broly grabbed Goro Daimon's wrist, stepped on his left foot, twisted his arms, and punched Goro Daimon's abdomen with a bang. After learning the Wolf Fang Wind Fist, he was as fast as lightning, and Goro Daimon had no time to resist.
The extremely powerful punch was like a bomb exploding, shaking the ground violently.
Goro Daimon spat out a mouthful of blood. If it weren't for his combat instinct honed over the years, which allowed him to use his qi to protect his abdomen at the first moment, his body would have been pierced through.
Broly threw three more punches, one of which was dodged, and the remaining two punches hit Goro Daimon's vital points. He loosened his grip and let Goro Daimon fall to the ground to gasp for air.
"This move is not bad, but your energy is weak to begin with, and you still use this trick to disperse the energy. Why don't you concentrate the energy and use it?" Broly raised his voice.
Goro Daimon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up. Although the three punches were extremely heavy, under the protection of his Qi, he was not immediately deprived of his combat effectiveness.
"drink!"
Goro Daimon pulled himself together, shouted loudly, opened his arms, and pushed towards Broly like a mountain. Through the fight just now, he had found that Broly was not as hopelessly strong as Kingpin had shown in the video footage. But Broly's punching speed and nerve reflexes were too fast.
If the battle is not dragged into a close combat, he will just be played around by others.
Broly dodged the push by leaning sideways, and with his muscles cracking, he hit Goro Daimon's chin with an elbow.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The energies of both sides collided violently, deep pits were trampled out on the ground one after another, and gravel flew everywhere.
Broly has a strong muscle and great strength, so he has an advantage in strength. Daimon Goro has been training hard for more than 20 years, and he dares not slack off for a day, so his Qi is stronger than Broly's. After Daimon Goro calmed down and played steadily, the two sides exchanged more than ten moves, but there was no winner.
The two men flew up and down, and in Filippoto's eyes, they almost turned into two phantoms, and he couldn't see their movements clearly. He hid behind the wall, his hands trembling, and took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Mr. Bullseye! The Green Goblin, the Green Goblin has appeared, and Mr. Goro Daimon is fighting him! Please take action quickly!"
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In the underground wine cellar, two mercenaries were tortured and covered in wounds, and four of Filippoto's men were playing cards together. Bullseye was playing Russian roulette with Jack Hammer.
Jack Hammer, with trembling hands, put a revolver to his temple and pulled the trigger.
“Crack!”
There was no bullet in the revolver. Jack Hammer breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the pistol to the other side, picked up the whiskey in front of him and drank it in one gulp.
The Bullseye sitting in front of him picked up the pistol, opened the chamber skillfully, and turned the cylinder, which spun at high speed like a gyroscope. After closing the gun with a click, Bullseye aimed at his temple and pulled the trigger casually.
“Crack!”
There was no bullet in the chamber.
"Your luck is really weird. You haven't even blown your head off after playing more than 20 rounds. This is too boring."
Bullseye looked at the revolver in his hand, opened the chamber, and loaded four more bullets into it.
"It's more exciting this way. The chance of surviving is one in six. I wonder if your luck can still be that good."
As he spoke, he pushed the pistol in front of Jack Hammer.
Jack Hammer felt like a thorn in his side. He picked up the pistol and was torn between thinking whether he should point the gun at his own head or aim at the bull's eye in front of him.
At this moment, the underground wine cellar where they were suddenly shook violently, and a large amount of dust fell from above their heads.
"Was there an earthquake?"
Bullseye stood up and looked at the ceiling in confusion. Soon, Filippo called.
"Green Goblin, it's really interesting that he actually came to me on his own initiative." He said, picking up a large rectangular gun box at his feet and placing it on the table: "Speaking of which, besides Green Goblin, you have two companions, right? I wonder if they are ambushing me? But logically speaking, they should not know of my existence yet."