Stimulate the enemy's mentality and wait until the enemy is blinded by anger and then take action to kill easily. This is Zhang Feng's strategy.

The group of people who fell were shocked by Zhang Feng's killing method. They opened their mouths wide and did not react for a long time.

"Hey, downstairs, do you want to kill me? I'm feeling very uncomfortable with hanging it."

Zhang Feng grabbed the eaves of the roof with one hand, and trumpet-shaped with the other hand, shouting at the downstairs, but it still had a familiar smell, intending to continue to anger the enemy.

He has injuries on his body, less than 30% of his strength, and his physical fitness is only at the level of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. In this state, it is difficult to beat an eighth grade, causing his old injury to recur. It is impossible to fight against several at the same time.

In this state, only wisdom can be used.

"Old Chen..."

The man holding a long stick walked to Chen Shucheng and squatted down, silently recited a few words of prayer, stood up, and pointed at Zhang Feng with the long stick.

"You come down!"

It's still purely Chinese, and the tone of shouting is very similar to the lines in a movie.

Zhang Feng, who was hanging on the roof, looked at him in surprise and responded in a chill: "Do you guy, do you particularly like watching movies?"

The man with long stick is also Chinese, named Chen Donglai, and has some relatives with Chen Shucheng. It is said that his ancestors were from the same village, and their surnames were Chen. They came from China to the Philippines to make a living. Later, they got married to each other. After several generations, the population gradually scattered.

Chen Donglai looked as if he was ashen, pointed at Zhang Feng and shouted: "You are still a warrior. You don't talk about martial ethics at all. If you have the ability, you will fight me head-on!"

"Front?" Zhang Feng's face turned cold and he mocked: "So many of you besieged me, do you have martial ethics? Or do you still attack in the middle of the night to talk about martial ethics, you are not qualified!"

In one sentence, Chen Dong's face turned red, and he wanted to jump into the crack in the ground to hide his shame.

Among this group of warriors and thugs, he was a relatively decent person. He practiced martial arts since he was a child and became a good master. His moral character was reasonable.

However, life is always difficult for others. Chen Donglai’s family to do a small business and offends the local gang, but the family was caught, his parents were tortured to death, and his younger brother and sister were even tortured.

Chen Donglai got the news and rushed home. All he found was the body of the family of four. Then he turned completely evil and went to the gang alone to seek revenge. He destroyed the entire gang with his own strength.

Later, he was taken over by another gang boss until now.

Although he is in a gangster, Chen Donglai always maintains the morality of a warrior and never hurts anyone unless he has formal challenges.

At this time, he was ridiculed by Zhang Feng and naturally felt ashamed.

"Chen Donglai, what do you mean to Zhang Feng? How many of our brothers have died at his hands. Do you still want to avenge your brothers?" A boss came out and yelled at Chen Donglai.

Chen Donglai suddenly came back to his senses. The boss found an excuse for him, which made him feel no indebted. He raised the stick again and pointed it at Zhang Feng.

"Since everyone is a warrior, let's fight fairly. You wait for me on the rooftop. I go up. Whoever lives and dies, speaks with your ability!"

Hearing this, Zhang Feng nodded slowly, and his arm was pressing down on the roof, looking down at Chen Donglai downstairs, "I want that thick-backed machete, bring it to me."

Perhaps it is not a wise choice to fight head-on with the other party, but Zhang Feng will never ignore it when the other party fights in the name of a warrior.

"no problem!"

Chen Donglai grabbed the machete that was inserted into Chen Shucheng's abdomen and pulled it out with force. The knife was covered with blood. He didn't even look at it and threw it hard towards the roof.

Zhang Feng grabbed it, swung the knife in his right hand, and the blood on the blade immediately left a blood mark on the roof.

"I won't stop you, come on!"

"good!"

Chen Donglai held a stick in one hand, jumped up two meters long, grabbed the drain pipe, leveraged a little force, and lifted his body up again, then leveraged the force on the windowsill on the second floor, and rushed towards the drain pipe again.

After two repeated incidents, he grabbed the eaves of the roof and turned over the stairs in a similar way as Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng did not stop him. He stood three meters away, with his left hand behind him, and his right hand pointed at the ground with a knife. There was a crescent moon above his head. His body was elegant and his body was filled with fearless aura.

"Are you ready?" he said calmly.

Chen Donglai narrowed his eyes at Zhang Feng, nodded slowly, and said, "If you die, I will try my best to protect your family. After all, the disaster will not be as good as the family."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng laughed out loud, shook his sword, pointed to the downstairs, and asked loudly: "Don't you feel guilty about saying this? You should know more than me who are these people. What will happen if a woman or a girl falls into their hands?"

Chen Donglai lowered his head, his eyes were a little red. He remembered his family who was killed and had no way to refute Zhang Feng's words.

"You have nothing to say, then fight!"

Zhang Feng let out a light voice without expression on his face, and pointed the machete at Chen Donglai.

"Okay, then fight!"

Chen Donglai raised his head, his face calmly, grabbed the stick with both hands, and made a starting posture on his chest. Judging from his posture, the stick method is definitely from the Chinese lineage.

"It's beginning!" Zhang Feng curled his lips, and without saying a word, he rushed towards Chen Donglai with his knife.

Chen Donglaiwu and hit Zhang Feng in the head with a blow, and gave him a first start.

Zhang Feng turned his head, turned sideways, and easily dodged, then lifted the knife to defend.

"Wait!" A crisp sound of metal collision, and the stick hit the blade, making a loud noise.

"Your stick is actually iron?"

Zhang Feng stared at Chen Donglai and asked in a low voice.

The machete and the iron rod were pressed together, and the two were competing.

Chen Dong looked at Zhang Feng's eyes and roared hard: "Your cultivation is more than eighth grade!"

Competing is to compete with true qi and physical fitness. Zhang Feng's ability to speak really surprised Chen Donglai, but he did not show any weakness and spoke as well.

Zhang Feng raised his lips and said, "It's a pity that you discovered it too late!"

Before he finished speaking, he pushed the back of the knife with his left arm, followed the iron rod, and slid towards Chen Donglai's hand holding the rod.

This move requires Chen Donglai to abandon the stick, the same method used to kill Ruosong before.

In an instant, Chen Donglai felt a huge force coming from the iron rod, making him uncontrollable. In a hurry, he did not choose to let go of the stick, but instead used force on his legs and leaped violently to one side along the force on the stick.

The machete in Zhang Feng's hand passed by him and slashed into the air.

"Hey, the reaction is good!"

After saying praise, Zhang Feng turned around and slashed with a sword.

With a loud bang, the thick-backed machete slashed on the iron rod. The loud noise was comparable to an explosion, and sparks flew everywhere. Both of them were shocked and retreated more than two meters away by the huge recoil force.
Chapter completed!