Chapter 886 Crime City (21)

On the other side, Ma Xidao moved quickly with an agility that was not in line with his sturdy body, dodging one chops or thrusts after another, and then responding with powerful punches.

Almost no Yakuza could withstand his fists with his head. Whenever the dull "bang" sound of fists hitting flesh was heard in the field, someone would fall down or even fly out.

Although Jack put away his gun, he was still holding the Holy Sword of Physics. The tragic scene of the people who fell at his hands was too bloody. As the fight went on, most of the Yakuza actually rushed towards Ma Xidao who was unarmed.

"Pfft!"

Ma Xidao only had strong fists, but he had never practiced the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt. Facing so many sharp blades, he accidentally failed and got a bloody mark on his left shoulder.

Hearing his muffled groan, Jack knew something was wrong and moved quickly towards him, the heavy crowbar in his hand flying up and down as if it had no weight.

The hair-raising buzzing sound rang out again. The two Yakuza in front of him were frightened and stepped back, giving Jack space to move.

The crowbar seemed to have been swung with too much force and flew behind him. Jack seemed to have eyes behind him and directly avoided Ma Xidao, who took two steps back due to the pain, and swung it sideways from behind.

With the help of the latter's huge body blocking his view, the bent end of the crowbar appeared in the pupil of the Yakuza who stabbed Ma Xidao at an incredible angle, breaking his right arm holding the knife.

"what!"

As soon as the first scream came out, the half-retracted crowbar was swung out again, this time aiming at his left knee where his center of gravity was. The scream instantly turned into a shrill scream with the pitch raised by several scales.

"Buzz~~~Bang!" Ma Xidao, who had just retreated, took the opportunity to step forward. The punch he threw out in anger even made a sound similar to the crowbar in Jack's hand, and hit the forehead of the Yakuza who lowered his head in pain.

The severe concussion instantly interrupted the performance of this new generation tenor, sending him into a sweet dream, forgetting the severe pain caused by the shattered arms and kneecaps.

With two "bang! bang!" sounds, Jack's crowbar knocked out two wakizashi and helped Ma Xidao out of the siege. The guy took the opportunity to grab a Yakuza by the neck, lifted him up in the air like a chicken, slammed him to the ground, and then kicked him directly to knock him out.

As the two fought, they actually developed a certain tacit understanding. Jack kept an eye on all directions, and the crowbar in his hand blocked all the sharp blades, occasionally even knocking out limbs. Ma Xidao was responsible for the finishing move, knocking out a small Karami with one punch.

Nearly 20 Yakuza faced two people, but in just seven or eight minutes, they were all knocked down with a teeth-grinding sound of flesh and bones hitting each other. Few of them could even groan, and the field fell into deathly silence for a while.

"Hey, there are only two of you left." The crowbar in Jack's hand turned twice like the Monkey King's golden hoop, and then stopped abruptly. It was gently placed on the bar beside him. He raised his hand with a smile and pointed at Richie opposite him and the white-haired man in the red suit who had not made a move.

The bearded Richie's cheek twitched, and he stared at Jack intently, "Are you Zhou Xingzhe's men?"

Jack sneered, "We are the police representing justice, ready to bring both of you to justice, we just happened to run into you first."

"Oshima." Richie patted the white-haired guy in a red suit next to him.

"Hey!" The white-haired man called Oshima looked at Ma Xidao fiercely, shook his shoulders and took off his red suit, then reached out and tore off the floral shirt underneath, revealing tattoos all over his body.

"Would you like to play a game of riding?" Jack leaned against the bar and made a gesture of invitation to Ma Xidao.

"Hmph!" Ma Xidao, who had remained silent throughout the fight, was somewhat dissatisfied with himself fighting against a small fry. He snorted coldly and took a boxing stance.

What is somewhat surprising is that Oshima actually used Sanda routines instead of karate or other kung fu, and his hands were in the same defensive posture as in boxing.

Relying on his height and long arms, he threw two punches from left and right, but Ma Xidao dodged them by bending down with his head in cat steps. Then he kicked him hard on the inside of his left calf and the outside of his thigh with two whip kicks.

While his opponent was in pain, Oshima threw two quick jabs in succession, but one of his punches missed and the other was blocked by Ma Xidao's right arm impatiently, and he punched him in the ribs with his left hand.

The punch was thrown too hastily and with his left hand, so the power was a little lacking. However, Oshima, who was hit in the soft spot, still subconsciously straightened his body. As a result, Ma Xidao followed up with a left punch, hitting him in the cheek.

Oshima, who was standing unsteadily, staggered to one side, knocking over a pile of tables, chairs and benches.

"Hey, go on." Ma Xidao waved at him, waited for him to stand up again, and then swung his right fist at him.

Although it was regarded as a small fry, compared with the Yakuza just now, this big island was also an elite monster. When the two of them were clearing the small monsters before, he had witnessed with his own eyes the scene of Ma Xidao swinging his right fist and killing one monster after another, so how could he dare to take it head-on.

He bent his legs, raised his arms, leaned forward, and quickly got close to Ma Xidao before he could swing his right fist with all his strength. He blocked him in advance, locked his right arm tightly with both hands, then raised his left leg and delivered a very vicious knee kick.

Fortunately, Ma Xidao defended in time with his left hand, barely blocked it, and pushed it away with force. Oshima, who was pulled away from the opponent, twisted his body hard and followed up with a high whip kick.

Ma Xidao quickly leaned back to avoid the dangerous kick, and was frightened to break out in a cold sweat. He immediately became impatient, and with a slight pause he rushed forward again. He feinted with his right fist and punched out with his left fist from under the armpit, hitting Oshima right in the middle of the chest and abdomen.

This is where the diaphragm between the chest and abdomen that helps the lungs breathe is located. Oshima's breath was interrupted and he could not maintain his boxing stance. He subconsciously bent like a shrimp.

Ma Xidao attacked with both hands, and a left hook punch completely broke Oshima's boxing stance. Then he punched him in the face with two and three punches, and finally he punched him right in the ear with his right fist.

"Asiba, I'm so tired."

Exhaling heavily, Ma Xili straightened his messed up sweatshirt, while Oshima, who was facing him, fell to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out of his ears and nose, and completely lost consciousness.

"Baka!" Richie's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he drew out the samurai sword in his hand with a clang.

"This is mine." Jack quickly picked up the crowbar again and stopped Ma Xi who was about to move forward.

Are you kidding? He brought his weapons specifically to target this guy with the samurai sword. How could he let someone steal the limelight?

Pulling out his pistol and handing it to Ma Xidao, Jack turned around and stood in front of Richie. He swung the crowbar in his hand half a circle, making a buzzing sound as it broke through the air.

"Hey, Little Japanese, let me see your little toy."