Chapter 2 Red blood and black bones, destroying and decaying

Author: Burn your dreams

Chapter 2 Red blood and black bones, destroying and decaying

It's 5:30 p.m.

Yangcheng Central District.

Although Yangcheng is not big, the commercial area located in the city center is still very lively at this moment.

The smoke filled the air, the noisy voices, the charming smell of perfume, and the smell of gasoline from vehicles, were rushing away.

The second arena stands in the heart of this bustling street.

As a martial arts capital famous for its martial arts events, there are naturally many kinds of fighting arenas on Jingchuan Island. Even if Yangcheng is just a small city, it is no exception.

The second arena is not large in scale, and it can only accommodate thousands of people watching at the same time, but the facilities and specifications are not low, which is enough to accommodate two professional martial arts masters certified by the Martial Arts Association to fight together without damaging the venue.

Except for Ge Li and Gu Heng, most of the people who sat here to watch the game today were famous figures from Yang Cheng.

Due to the complex pattern of constraining the major forces on Jingchuan Island, the major leading forces do not want to consume their manpower and material resources to deeply control small cities on the marginal areas and have no characteristic industries.

All they want is the tax paid by these cities - which gives many small gangs the opportunity to rise.

Chixue Society and the Black Bone Gang are such gangs.

Today's battle can be said to have affected the entire chain of interests of Yangcheng. No matter which side loses, it will lead to a series of reshuffles, and these "big figures" are not concerned.

Halfway through the entrance passage, Gu Heng suddenly started coughing violently again.

After several hours of getting along, Ge Li has more or less known Gu Heng. Although this person is taciturn and a little gloomy, he is not a bad person.

So, seeing his bow and coughing, Ge Li couldn't help but ask worriedly:

"Brother Gu, what's going on with your illness?"

Gu Heng covered his mouth and replied intermittently in a low voice:

"Lung disease, born."

"If you have lung disease, you're still fighting?"

Ge Li's eyes widened.

He has never heard of the most important breath when practicing boxing. He has never heard of anyone who can fight against lung disease, let alone practice good martial arts.

At this time, he could only secretly rejoice in his heart:

"Fortunately Uncle Wang wants to challenge Yin Hun, otherwise, this person would have lost his life in vain."

Gu Heng coughed a few times and waved to Ge Li.

"Okay, it's okay after this. You go in first and I'll go out and stand for a while."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the passage without waiting for Ge Li to answer.

Relying on the entrance of the passage, Gu Heng took out a brand new cigarette box from his pocket.

The 31 boxes of cigarettes were bought with a deposit given by Ge Li. If you don’t have the money, it would be difficult for Gu Heng to draw a “Blue Whale” worth five yuan.

He shook his wrist and opened the cigarette box, popped out half of a cigarette, then picked up the cigarette and lit it.

The smoke blurred his figure.

Looking from behind, you can only see a hard line, like a solid outline made of a knife and axe, like a shrine.

When Gu Heng returned to his seat, Ge Li could no longer see any abnormality, and could only smell the smell of smoke. He asked in surprise:

“Can smoking be useful for lung disease?”

“It’s useless, habit.”

After saying that, Gu Heng stopped replying, but focused on looking into the middle of the arena.

Now it's time for war.

In the eyes of the crowd, a tall man wearing only a sleeveless jacket, bare chest, abdomen and shoulders exposed, walked out from the left.

He has a very majestic figure, nearly two meters tall, with protruding muscles all over his body, smooth and solid, and distinctive blocks, like rocks washed by the waves for a long time.

This is Wang Chen, the current president of the Red Blood Society.

He held his hands in his chest and stood up naturally, with a strong face and a solemn and cold look between his eyebrows and eyes.

After he made his way out, a man in a hooded hoodie slowly walked out of the right passage.

Although he was not as tall as Wang Chen, his spine was straight, rolled up his sleeves, revealing two steel-like iron arms, and his muscles were tight, stretching his broad sweatshirt to a bulge.

Walking out of the passage, the man unfolded his hood and showed a vicissitudes of life. He was about forty years old, with a smile on his lips.

Is this Yinhun!?

How is that possible!

Most people in the audience have seen this leader of the Black Bone Gang, but isn’t this man old and weak, secretly injured, and has survived in a few years?

Why does his body seem to have returned to twenty years ago?

Ge Li was most shocked.

He remembered it very clearly that a few days ago, when the leader of the Black Bone Gang came to him to sign the agreement, he still looked like a hunchbacked old man. Why did he become like this today?

So Ge Li didn't notice that the moment Yin Hun appeared, Gu Heng suddenly narrowed his eyes.

——Rejuvenation?

——Fuck it, you guys again?

After realizing this, Gu Heng felt a tearing phantom pain in his chest and abdomen, as well as a greater surprise!

He gritted his teeth and pulled out a ferocious smile.

OK OK OK OK!

Finally, I’ve caught you!

Ge Li suddenly felt cold all over his body.

Looking at Gu Heng's slightly ferocious face, he suddenly woke up, came over and asked carefully:

"You've seen this situation?"

"I haven't seen it, but... I've heard of it."

After saying that, Gu Heng's mouth curled up, forming a slightly sharp curve.

Two people on the stage, their eyes facing each other.

The eyes are not big, but they are extremely sharp. The two eyeballs are turning at any time, like a falcon looking for a target to hunt, revealing an evil temperament from its bones, which is very mysterious.

No matter who is staring at these eyes, you will be scared.

Wang Chen was never moved.

After a brief shock, this practical master immediately entered the most complete combat state.

He pinched the teeth, his eyes filled with intense excitement.

"It's not a waste of time."

For a warrior like him who has aspirations, bullying an old and weak person is the most boring thing.

If the two families had not had a grudge and accepted the man's entrustment, Wang Chen would really not want to fight Yin Hun.

Of course, he refers to the dry and sick old man in the past.

Although Wang Chen was surprised now, this Yin Hunting surprised him.

But it surprised him even more!

Yin Hun raised a finger, shook his head, and said calmly:

"President Wang, believe me, today's battle will be boring."

Wang Chen's thick eyebrows were raised and his anger was full of anger.

"you!"

The pronunciation of the word "you" is only halfway through, and the yin has moved.

Yin Hun's body was very fast, and with one step, he felt like he turned into a shadow and rushed out from the ground!

With the help of the rush, he gathered all his strength, swung his claws suddenly, and his five fingers were hooked up, and the force was penetrated one by one. Each finger had sharp force, tearing out several strong winds in the air.

Wang Chen's eyes dazzled and his fingers were already in front of him.

This is a killer move that combines the eagle claw Yin Jin and Xingyi Eagle Shape into one, called "Eagle King Breaks the Sun".

In today's era, the power of boxing is mostly linked to fame.

The reason is very simple. The more people practice, the more people participate in deducing this martial art. If the power of the people is gathered, the fewer flaws and more powerful will naturally become less and less powerful.

Eagle Claw Kung Fu and Xingyi Quan are typical of this kind of kung fu.
To be continued...