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Meng Zhongliu sneered and said, "Don't worry, Young Master, I'll come and deal with this madman."

The same ups and downs, and he stood on the stage.

Duan Kun looked at Meng Zhongliu opposite and showed a smile of extreme disdain.

"If it were your junior brother Qin Hu, he might be able to compete with me."

"But you, a pustular fellow, are not worthy, so I advise you not to humiliate yourself!"

Meng Zhongliu's lanky old face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Duan Kun, you are just more famous than me. Today, even if I, Meng Zhongliu, cannot defeat you, at least I will make it difficult for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind of his fist was like a shadow, flying towards Duan Kun in a blinding manner.

Duan Kun stepped on Gang Steps, turning left, right, and then pushed out with one palm.

Meng Zhongliu groaned and took three steps back on the ring, immediately suffering a hidden loss.

Duan Kun still held one hand behind his back and said contemptuously: "Trash!"

Meng Zhongliu was furious, took three fierce steps, jumped up high, and kicked him three times in the chest.

Bang bang bang!

Duan Kun retreated while using one hand to hit Meng Zhongliu's flying kick, which seemed to be as steady as a rock.

Lin Chen said calmly: "Meng Zhongliu is strong enough, but not strong enough. He will be defeated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zhongliu on the stage was suddenly moved by Duan Kun while he was falling back to the ground, and rushed towards him.

Then Duan Kun pressed his palm directly towards Meng Zhongliu's Tianling Gai, a ruthless way to kill Meng Zhongliu.

Meng Zhongliu was not a mediocre person. At the critical moment, he forced his head to the side and used his shoulders to withstand Duan Kun's move to suppress Shanhe.

At the same time, he roared angrily and struck Duan Kun's chest with both fists in a risk-taking style.

Duan Kun, on the other hand, had already taken the first step and kicked him.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Meng Zhongliu screamed, flew down from the ring, and fell heavily to the ground.

Duan Kun gently brushed the dust off his chest and said coldly: "Now, what else can you say?"

Meng Zhongliu managed to get up from the ground.

The clothes on his chest were full of blood stains, but his face looked ferocious.

"Duan Kun, you won me, but you can't win this arena match."

"You will lose, and you will not end well. Someone will naturally deal with you!"

Seeing Meng Zhongliu retreating in embarrassment, the contempt on Duan Kun's face was no longer concealed.

At this time, two rounds of applause sounded, bang bang!

Ren Shaocong applauded and said with a smile: "Uncle Kun's Baguazhang has really become more and more proficient in these years."

Duan Kun snorted coldly: "You still have some discernment, you know that I use Baguazhang."

"But what you just saw is just the beginning."

"In your Crazy Sword Martial Arts School, the only one who can let me use the Bagua Palm technique with all my strength is your father!"

Ren Shaocong's smile faded and he sneered: "That's not necessarily the case!"

Duan Kun waved to him and said playfully: "How about you, the young master, come up and fight with me? You will know if it is not possible!"

Ren Shaocong crossed his legs and said with a faint smile: "Uncle Kun, don't worry, someone will of course beat you until you vomit three liters of blood, and your life will be worse than death."

"Our third game, Mr. Lai, thank you for your help!"

The strong man like a black tower had a sullen face and did not answer Ren Shaocong. Instead, he stepped onto the ring step by step.

Duan Kun frowned at this man and asked: "Give me your name. I, Duan Kun, will never defeat the unknown!"

The strong man in the Black Tower waved his hand and said impatiently: "If you want to fight, hurry up. You are not worthy of letting me name you!"

Duan Kun narrowed his eyes and laughed angrily: "It turns out he is an unknown person, no wonder he dare not say anything."

"Forget it, I will make you pay for your ignorance and arrogance."

The bodyguards of the Song family in the audience were all gearing up, as if they had already seen Duan Kun killing everyone, defeating two people from the Crazy Blade Martial Arts Hall, and establishing the victory.

"Lin Chen, this is the last game. As long as Uncle Kun wins, then we will win! Let's see what it means to be strong!"

"Boy, look at Uncle Kun, and then look at yourself. If you change the angle, you might not be able to catch even half of Uncle Kun's moves."

"Hahaha, it's only half a move. I'm afraid Uncle Kun's breath is enough to blow him away. Half a move, you think too highly of him!"

"Tch, Uncle Kun won the entire arena match by himself. Lin Chen, didn't you say you wouldn't let us lose? Why didn't I see you put in any effort?"

Seeing victory in sight, those who followed Duan Kun inevitably became arrogant.

While praising Duan Kun, others couldn't stand Lin Chen and made sarcastic remarks one after another.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "You are too happy too early. Something will happen to Duan Kun this time."

Several bodyguards were stunned and then sneered.

"Uncle Kun is at the level of a Grandmaster. Something happened? Just make this a joke!"

"Have you not seen that a veteran like Meng Zhongliu was beaten with one hand by Uncle Kun and vomited blood? In the entire Crazy Blade Martial Arts Hall, unless the old master comes out, our Uncle Kun today, in two words, is invincible!"

"Lin Chen, you are a talker. Anyone can tell lies. If you have the ability, just go up and show us your hands."

"That's right, Lin Chen, you sound like you're very awesome when you say it. As long as you go up there and last for 3 minutes, all the brothers will kneel down for you!"

Lin Chen said calmly: "Don't worry, you will have a chance to take action when you see me!"

Several bodyguards sneered, not taking Lin Chen's words seriously at all.

He is just a clownish clown. When Uncle Kun ends the battle, he must be taught a profound lesson.

Song Xuefei's palms were slightly sweaty and she said nervously: "Doctor Lin, do you think Uncle Kun is no match for this big guy?"

Lin Chen nodded and said: "Well, this man's fists are very hard and violent, and he has the essence of Neijiaquan!"

"And Duan Kun not only has the intention to underestimate the enemy, but he is also inferior to this person in terms of realm, so losing is inevitable."

In the ring, Duan Kun made the first move.

He also carried one hand behind his back and attacked with only one hand. He was very confident and showed the style of a master!

Although in words, he looked down on the Crazy Blade Martial Arts Hall.

But there was no ambiguity in the fists and feet. There was no real contempt for the big man whose origin was unknown. Instead, he fought steadily and advanced layer by layer.

The big man from the Iron Tower, whom Ren Shaocong called Mr. Lai, looked at Duan Kun who was being pushed over, his face expressionless, and he didn't even move a step.

Just stand there!

Duan Kun laughed angrily, this person dared to ignore him like this, he will regret it!

With a low shout, he used the virtual reality in Baguazhang, circled his feet, and slapped the big man on the side with one palm.

Duan Kun was very careful with this palm. If the opponent changed his body shape and faced him, he would hit him right in the chest and his energy and blood would surge with one palm.

If the opponent is still as motionless as a mountain, then he will change his palm into a fist and hit the opponent's joints hard, causing him to lose the opportunity.