Chapter 2891 - 2018: Ambushed (Part 3)

Chapter 2891: Chapter 2018: Ambushed (Part 3)

"Without the fight, no one knows." Bai Xiaosheng said slowly.

He could naturally see that the "Meteorite Iron" had a tightly guarded defensive stance, and the footwork, though seemingly simple, was anything but ordinary.

Upon hearing this, Lin Weiwei couldn’t help feeling a bit worried.

Lei Ying loosened his button and then walked towards the opponent.

The "Meteorite Iron" also walked towards him.

At this moment, whether it was Binge and his group or Bai Xiaosheng, Lin Weiwei couldn’t help but hold their breath and pay attention.

Just half a meter apart, the "Meteorite Iron" threw out his fists in front of himself like a storm, even bringing a gust of wind, showing the force was astonishing.

Judging by his stature, a punch from a professional boxer of this level, "Meteorite Iron," should be about one hundred and sixty pounds, already impressive. However, his punch was as quick as thunder, at least two hundred and twenty pounds, or even more.

Being able to perform an over-weight punch proves that this "Meteorite Iron" is indeed a formidable character!

Facing the storm-like attack, Lei Ying also used his fists to protect his head, instantly being completely suppressed.

"Good, hit him like this, flatten him!"

Seeing this, Binge shouted excitedly.

"Hit! Hit!"

The few people surrounding him also became excited instantly.

Lin Weiwei, however, showed a face full of concern, but beside her, Bai Xiaosheng instead revealed a smile.

Under the storm-like fists, the "Meteorite Iron" suddenly delivered a downward sweep with his leg and then kicked straight at Lei Ying’s abdomen. This string of continuous moves was ferocious and swift as lightning.

Lei Ying was kicked several steps away before he could stabilize himself.

By then, others were already dazzled, unable to see clearly.

"Good hit, waste him!" Binge was clapping and cheering, incredibly excited.

Besides the parties involved, only Bai Xiaosheng saw clearly. Even the final kick was blocked by Lei Ying’s lifted leg.

The opponent’s attack was as shocking as a falling meteor, yet it caused no substantial harm to Lei Ying.

Instead, the "Meteorite Iron," after pushing through with force, started to slightly pant.

His breathing became erratic.

The immediate burst of extreme effort compared to normal consumption couldn’t match. Moreover, completing his best set without causing any harm to the opponent was indeed a psychological blow, leading to a breakdown.

"You are indeed powerful, I am delighted." When Lei Ying lowered his hands, he grinned excitedly, his long-subdued fighting spirit surging again.

However, the "Meteorite Iron" furrowed his brows, looking at Lei Ying as if he were a monster, his expression was unpredictable.

Next second, the "Meteorite Iron" reached behind his waist and pulled out a telescopic baton, snapping it open, surprisingly opting to use a weapon.

After all, this guy was not a martial artist of high morals, just a fighter in the Black Fist arena, where no methods were forbidden.

Seeing this, Lei Ying’s smile froze immediately, incredulously saying, "You, are seriously going to use that!"

Over there, Binge, upon seeing this, became excited instead, shouting, "Turn him into a pig head!"

Neither Tiwei’er, Kuna, nor Fain felt anything wrong, cheerfully encouraging him.

"Despicable!"

On the other side, Lin Weiwei couldn’t help but curse angrily.

"What a pity." Bai Xiaosheng sighed, "It’s rare for Lei Ying to be so happy, and the opponent’s spoil-sport antics are just seeking death."

Suddenly, Lei Ying straightened up, his eyes filled with anger, his face gloomy, and he reached to unfasten his belt and pulled it out.

"Wasted my excitement!" Lei Ying’s eyes held exceptional fury.

The "Meteorite Iron" said nothing and charged forward, the baton in hand aiming straight at Lei Ying.

Lei Ying ceased wasting words, charged forward, and shook his hand.

The belt in Lei Ying’s hands came alive, like a venomous snake, striking into the "Meteorite Iron’s" underarm where he held the baton, the latter’s body convulsed like being electrocuted.

Then, the agile serpent recoiled and shot forward again, hitting the "Meteorite Iron’s" chin.

This strike was fiercer than a heavy punch, and the "Meteorite Iron’s" chin swelled with blood.

Just a mere belt, but unpredictable, yet the force dispersed, making the several-inch iron tip lethally damaging.

Within a few moves, the "Meteorite Iron" no longer could counter, strike, his face bruised and red, his body convulsing briefly as if electrocuted.

Binge and the others were dumbfounded, unable to comprehend why, despite "Meteorite Iron" holding the advantage, he suddenly had no defense.

Lei Ying attacked the "Meteorite Iron," who was in disarray holding his head, dissatisfied, and seized the opportunity to charge forward.

"You bastard!"

Under Lei Ying’s angry curse, he delivered a kick, sending the "Meteorite Iron" flying away.

That kick’s force made the "Meteorite Iron" collide fly against a luxury car several meters away, the end of the baton scraping a long mark on the car’s paint.

Seeing this, Binge wailed painfully, "My limited edition sports car worldwide!"