Chapter 875

"Come on!"

Boss Gong shouted, and then shook his arms. The muscles on his arms suddenly swelled like balloons. At this time, he also put his hands together and fought with the middle-aged man.

As Boss Gong mobilized his energy, his palms turned blood red in the blink of an eye, as bright as if they were stained with cinnabar.

"Cinnabar Palm!" Ye Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly.

After the father and son of the Gong family were taken in by him, they often discussed martial arts together. Ye Xiao once showed the father and son the cinnabar palm. Boss Gong liked this palm method very much, so he asked Ye Xiao to teach it.

Unexpectedly, Boss Gong had only learned it for three months, but he had reached such a state of free use. Although the power was far less than that of Ye Xiao at the beginning, it was more than enough to fight against the middle-aged man.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The four palms of Boss Gong and the middle-aged man collided with each other more than ten times in just three seconds. Each time, it was like the collision of metal and stone, making a very deafening sound.

"It's so enjoyable, so enjoyable!" Boss Gong shouted loudly.

Since working for Ye Xiao, they have no strength to participate in the high-end bureau. When they take action, they mostly hit some small fish and shrimps. The strength of this middle-aged man is not much different from him, and they are not from the same camp.

Both sides are doing their best, punching the flesh without holding back, which makes Boss Gong feel refreshing.

However, the middle-aged man is extremely uncomfortable at this moment. Although he has also practiced internal strength and his strength is only a little weaker than Boss Gong, the hardness of his palms is far inferior to that of Boss Gong who used the cinnabar palm.

After more than a dozen collisions, his hands are already torn, and even the bone marrow in the finger joints is shaking. If he continues to fight hard, his hands will probably be crippled.

Fortunately, at this time, Gong Laoer shouted: "Brother, it's my turn to play!"

Seeing that Gong Laoda was so excited, Gong Laoer was even more eager to show off his skills. He knew how powerful his brother's palm power was. If he continued to hit like this, the middle-aged man's hands would probably be broken.

Then what's the fun? It's better to go back and hit wooden stakes!

After hearing Gong Laoer's reminder, Gong Laoda retracted his palm power, stepped back diagonally, and made room for a body.

With this opportunity, the middle-aged man finally had a chance to breathe.

He quickly mobilized his energy and locked the blood on his hands, but his hands were still shaking, as if they were hit by a continuous high-pressure pile driver hundreds of times.

However, Gong Laoer didn't let him adjust for long, and he rushed up and kicked the middle-aged man's lower body with his feet.

I think Gong Laoer also knew that the other party had injured both hands and didn't want to take advantage of that, so he fought with him with his legs.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhiyun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At first, when she heard that the middle-aged man was the Taekwondo champion of South Korea, she even thought that this man would be a strong opponent for Ye Xiao.

But she didn't expect that Ye Xiao didn't need to make a move at all, and the Gong brothers could suppress him steadily.

The crowd watching was also very confused, and many people questioned: "Is this the Taekwondo champion of South Korea? I think that's all! Even the two little bodyguards fought hard."

"If it was the masters of the three major schools in Hong Kong, they would be knocked out in minutes!"

"It's not that the champion was obtained through shady means! Such things are very common in South Korea."

Cui Zhengxiong was already gritting his teeth at this time. Before the fight, he thought that the problem could be solved in more than ten seconds, but it didn't happen. Instead, the bodyguards he had high hopes for became the tools for the Gong brothers to practice.

How could he bear this.

"Park Jinzhong, quickly destroy these two minions for me! You took my salary of 30 million, is this all you can do?" Cui Zhengxiong roared angrily.

The middle-aged man had no words to say at this time, and he could only grit his teeth and try to hit Gong Laoer hard with his leg skills. After all, leg skills were his specialty.

However, after kicking each other with Gong Laoer, the middle-aged man found that although Gong Laoer's kicking skills were not as skillful as his, his moves were more flexible than his. After several collisions, he did not gain any advantage.

Gong Laoer, on the side, was having a lot of fun.

The middle-aged man knew that he could not go on like this. When Gong Laoda came up again, he would definitely not be able to resist.

So he thought about it and exposed a flaw, which led to Gong Laoer's flying kick. The middle-aged man dodged Gong Laoer's attack by turning his body to the side.

Then he crossed his legs in an instant and stepped on them quickly.He stepped forward, forming a bow step, one in front and one behind. At the same time, he slightly bent one arm, clenched his fist and placed it on the side of his body, and clenched the other hand into a palm fist, slightly straightened it upward in front of his chest.

He just trapped Gong Laoer's figure in the middle, and then he exerted force with both hands at the same time, clamped his tiger's mouth, and retracted his arms up and down inward, like a trap, as if to lock Gong Laoer's neck.

This is a trick in Taekwondo, a bow step to lock the throat. Once locked, if it is a formal competition opponent, he will lose his mobility in a short time and be judged as defeated, but if it is in actual combat, this move can crush the opponent's neck.

"Good! Kill this one-eyed dragon for me quickly!" Cui Zhengxiong shouted fiercely. This was the only thing that the middle-aged man deserved his applause since the fight started.

"This Gong Laoer is a little too arrogant! He can't even see such an obvious trap." Ye Xiao gave Gong Laoer a bad review in his heart.

But he was not too worried. If Gong Laoer was not good enough, there was still Gong Laoda on the field, who would naturally not watch the middle-aged man succeed.

Ye Xiao's prediction was correct. Just when Gong Laoer was about to be hit and locked by the middle-aged man, Gong Laoda stepped on his feet and shot out like a stray arrow.

In the blink of an eye, he landed behind the middle-aged man. At the same time, one of his arms was raised, and his five fingers suddenly clenched into an empty fist. With a chopping hammer, he chopped down at the middle-aged man's head.

This move was obviously a way to save Zhao from Wei. If the middle-aged man was determined to lock Gong Laoer, his head would crack like a watermelon hit by a hammer.

So as long as the middle-aged man was not stupid, he would know what to do at this time.

The middle-aged man reluctantly let go of his hand, his feet turned sideways, his head tilted to the side, and his whole body was about to flash to the side.

However, his figure only moved halfway and suddenly stopped.

It turned out that at some point, Gong Laoer had already grabbed one of the middle-aged man's arms with a grappling move.

When Gong Laoer found himself being attacked, he did not completely sit back and wait for death, but thought about how to save himself.

He and his elder brother had practiced martial arts together for many years, and they were brothers, so they had a tacit understanding. Therefore, the moment Gong Laoer moved, he knew what moves he would use.

So Gong Laoer quietly moved his hand to the middle-aged man's retreat route and ambushed him.

Gong Laoer's move to grab the middle-aged man was also a hidden trick. Almost at the same time when his fingers pinched the middle-aged man, his five fingers pierced into the latter's flesh and grabbed the latter's tendons.

Then the five fingers suddenly exerted force, and the tendons on one of the middle-aged man's arms were broken by Gong Laoer.

To a certain extent, it was considered to return the throat lock that the middle-aged man had just taken.