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Zhang Feng strolled to the fighting area and looked around.
At this time, Moslikski, who had been waiting for a long time, also came out.
Looking around, the first thing Zhang Feng saw was not Mosliksky walking out, but Torsky.
Torsky's hand had obviously undergone surgery and was tightly wrapped in gauze. At this moment, his eyes were staring at Zhang Feng extremely viciously.
The doctor who performed the surgery had told him there was a good chance he would have residual effects on his hand.
How could he not hate Zhang Feng? His right hand still needed to hold the gun and pull the trigger.
Once the aftereffects are left, the speed of shooting will be slowed down, which is absolutely fatal when encountering enemies on the battlefield.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but a cold smile appeared on his lips. Soon, very soon, he would become even worse than himself.
Noticing Torsky's expression, Zhang Feng murmured in his heart, could there be some conspiracy
But think about it, if you want to talk about conspiracy, you can say that you are their ancestor.
It's best not to play tricks in front of yourself, otherwise you won't blame yourself.
Moslikski walked to the fighting area, took off his training uniform jacket, grabbed the thin gray-green half-sleeves inside with both hands, and tore them open, revealing his chest covered with thick chest hair.
Waves of low roars came out of his throat, and the muscles on his body bulged high, like a humanoid brown bear.
Zhang Feng simply moved his neck, making a soft clicking sound, but did not take off his clothes.
Taking off his clothes made it easier to move around, but Zhang Feng didn't think it was necessary.
Torsky's eyes were extremely fierce, glaring at Zhang Feng, as if he had revenge for killing his father.
Zhang Feng also put away all his contempt. A lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength. He didn't want to accidentally fall through the window in the gutter.
Compared with patience, how could Moslikski compare to Zhang Feng.
He was the first to take action. As he grew taller and stronger, Mosliksky held his arms and rushed directly towards Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng didn't move. Seeing that his shoulder was about to hit his body, he turned aside, took two steps back, and dodged directly.
After missing a hit, Moslikski roared again, and slapped Zhang Feng directly with a palm as big as a fan.
The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth curled up into a sneer, and he leaned back, causing the opponent's attack to miss.
After not even touching the edge of Zhang Feng's clothes twice in a row, Moslikski's fiery temper became irritated, and he stretched out his arms to give Zhang Feng a bear hug.
Zhang Feng has no doubt that if he is held in the arms of the other party, he will immediately be thrown by the other party.
And I don’t even want to have close contact with his thick chest hair.
Take two steps back!
"A coward who only knows how to hide!" Moslikski missed again and sneered in a deep voice.
"Really? Then I'll have a good time with you!" Zhang Feng replied rudely, just as the test was over, it was time to take action.
At this time, Zhang Feng's right hand hanging on his waist suddenly shook his wrist.
Moslikski had personally tried Zhang Feng's playing cards, and the blood marks on his neck were still there!
So when I saw Zhang Feng's little move, I immediately thought that the opponent was going to use playing cards, and threw my body directly to the side.
"madness!"
Zhang Feng mocked unceremoniously. There are no playing cards for Lao Shizi, just to tease him.
The sound fell on the ears of Moslikski, who had fallen on the ground. He was immediately extremely embarrassed. He secretly thought that something was wrong and wanted to get up immediately.
But how could Zhang Feng give him such an opportunity.
Rushing forward, Zhang Feng deliberately imitated the black man's movements of kicking Tian Zhuang who was lying on the ground, and hit Moslikoski's face with a low whip kick.
Mosliksky was not Tian Zhuang, and his eyes were not fascinated by the gravel, so when he saw Zhang Feng's kicked leg, he directly raised his fist and smashed it, hoping to confront Zhang Feng head-on.
Zhang Feng is naturally not Tian Zhuang. His kicking power is only 70% of his own strength, with 30% left.
So when he saw that the soles of his feet were about to collide with his fist, he suddenly retracted his legs, touched the ground, twisted his waist, and kicked his legs backwards.
Snapped!
An extremely clear voice sounded, and Moslikski flew backwards. Half of his cheek was covered with footprints and was already slightly red and swollen.
The corner of Pukan's mouth twitched again, and an expert would know if it was true as soon as he made a move. He had already seen that Moslikski was not Zhang Feng's opponent, and there was not even a slight difference between the two.
But he couldn't directly stop the competition, because this was a challenge initiated by Moslikski, and only his surrender would be successful.
Facing Moslikski who fell to the ground, Zhang Feng did not continue to pursue, but stood still.
When he got up from the ground, he sneered: "As long as you shout loudly and surrender, I will let you go, how about it!"
surrender? To shout it loudly is the greatest insult to a soldier!
Moslikski's facial features were almost twisted together, showing the extent of his anger.
He moved his two big fists in turns, whirring, and smashed directly towards Zhang Feng.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, you can surrender at any time!"
Zhang Feng took two steps back and dodged Moslikski's powerful fist. His body suddenly exploded and he rushed forward.
Moslikski was overjoyed, what a great opportunity. Immediately, an uppercut punch came out, directly hitting Zhang Feng's chin.
But at this moment, Zhang Feng's body suddenly moved half a step to the left, easily dodging his fist. Still sweeping his leg, he directly touched the numb area of Moslikski's calf.
hiss. Taking in a breath of cold air, Moslikski couldn't help but slump as he stood unsteadily.
When he bent down, he saw a knee that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and he quickly raised his arm to block it.
boom.
The huge force made his arms feel numb, but he also raised his head.
At this moment, Zhang Feng's fist also fell on his face.
Bang bang bang bang!
Moslikski kept retreating, Zhang Feng kept moving forward, and his fists continued to land on the face of Moslikski's driver.
Zhang Feng only used 30% of his strength, otherwise Moslikski would have fallen to the ground and passed out by now.
He just wanted to give Moslikski a taste of what it felt like to be beaten into a pig's head, where even his mother couldn't recognize him.
When Zhang Feng closed his fist and stood still, Moslikski was still shaking his head and screaming in agony. He had been completely stunned.
Zhang Feng spoke again at this time and said: "Moslikski, do you want to consider what I said now? As long as you surrender."