Chapter 69 is so fierce

  Ren Jian's howls were miserable to the extreme, he lay on the bed, violently coughing twice before spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

  He was so angry that he got internal injuries, and with the internal injuries caused by Liang Fengyang's beating, his body became even more unbearable.

  At this time, Ren Jian's side was empty, he loudly shouted: "Come on, come on!"

  However, the room's soundproofing was very good, and no one could hear his voice. His hands shook violently as he dialed a phone number to call someone over.

  Two female doctors who were specially invited from a certain hospital to take care of him, and a girl from the Xiongwei Taekwondo gym who knew some medical skills, all came in. Seeing Ren Jian spit out so much blood, they were all shocked and frightened.

  Wipe his blood, give him chest massage, and give him intravenous infusion.

  Ren Jian invited two experts, Piao Zhao Xiong and Da Ye.

  Park Soo-keun is not only a third-degree black belt in taekwondo, but also an excellent fighter. He has achieved good results in the free fighting competition before, and Park Soo-keun also has many years of experience as a private bodyguard, with extremely strong combat effectiveness.

  ōno is a master of Kyokushin Karate and also excels in Iga-ryū ninjutsu, with exceptional speed and power. The number of masters who have died at his hands has already reached double digits.

  Park Soo-keun and Ohno enjoyed fine wine and cuisine at the Yongwoo Taekwondo Center, then began embracing beautiful women.

  Park Soo-young was hugging a white-collar worker from a certain company, with quite a few points of beauty.

  Ohno embracing a certain entertainment venue's flower girl, tender and beautiful to the extreme.

  It was a wild and passionate experience, thoroughly enjoyable.

  Playing with women is actually a big wild meaning, because he is extremely lecherous, every day is no woman not happy.

  In the past, Ohno even wore an iron flower-shaped mask and played the male lead in that kind of film, not for the sake of making money, but just to seek stimulation.

  Since he wanted to play, Pu Zhaoxiong could only follow along and play too. The difference was that Pu Zhaoxiong had no interest in women of the wind and dust, but instead favored white-collar workers and married women.

  After the heat, the two women who were played badly received their rewards and left. When Park Zhu Xiong and Dai Ye put on their clothes and walked out of the room, they heard the news that Ren Jian had vomited blood.

  The two of them didn't really put Ren Jian in their eyes, but since they took his money, it was necessary to show concern for him, and went all the way to Ren Jian's room.

  The bloodstains that Ren Jian spat out have been wiped away. At this time, he is receiving an infusion and has five bottles hanging from the IV pole, indicating that his physical condition is not optimistic.

  "As the host, since I've come, I'll definitely help you vent your anger. I'll make Liang Fengyang more miserable than you!" Pu Zhao Xiong said.

  "Master Ren, I still mean what I said to you last night, beat Liang Fengyang to death!" said Da Ye.

  "A weak and feeble voice came out of Ren Jian's mouth: 'Beat him to death, beat him to death, beat...'"

  The opinions were unanimous: they would use martial arts to kill Liang Fengyang.

  When Liang Fengyang and Lin Yuhua walked out of Zui Xian Shi Fu, Lin Yuhua's cherry lips were still pouting, her red and moist lips looked very delicate, and the taste must be exceptionally fresh.

  "Spectacled girl, don't be angry. I told Ren Jian that we were rolling in the sheets, just to infuriate him. That dog is probably vomiting blood with rage."

  Liang Fengyang guessed correctly, Ren Jian indeed spat out a big mouthful of blood and almost didn't catch his breath.

  Lin Yuhe scolded angrily: "Even if you're trying to annoy him, you can't say that! You're being rude to me, do you or don't you consider me a friend?"

  Period.

  Lin Yuhua said: "You're quite sharp-tongued, remember this for next time, since you consider me a friend, don't always be so condescending to me."

  Liang Fengyang didn't explain anything and didn't say what he would do next, but simply revealed a bright smile.

  Every time she saw his smiling face, Lin Yuhua felt he was a bit naughty.

  Three o'clock in the afternoon.

  Lin Yuhua's Audi Q5 stopped outside the entrance of Xiongwei Taekwondo Hall, and she got out of the car with Liang Fengyang.

  Although Liang Fengyang was by her side, Lin Yuhua was still very afraid. This was Ren Jian's old haunt after all.

  Nor did she know how many masters Ren Jian had arranged in advance? Just waiting for her and Liang Fengyang to come over.

  Liang Fengyang looked very relaxed, as if he was not entering a tiger's lair to fight against evil people, but rather came to drink and have fun.

  Outside waiting was a martial artist from the Hungry Fist Dojo. Having seen Liang Fengyang and Lin Yuhua before, upon seeing them, he said in a cold voice: "Since you've come, then enter!"

  Liang Fengyang's hand fell on Lin Yuhuo's fragrant shoulder, using his eyes to encourage her, and then they walked in together.

  The flying knife is no longer in Liang Fengyang's hand.

  But his flying knife can release a sharp cold light at any time.

  As soon as Liang Fengyang wanted, taking someone's life was just an instant.

  A certain spacious training room on the second floor, Ren Jian had already been carried over by someone, still lying in bed, still receiving an IV.

  Look at that pathetic look, one foot has already stepped into the Ghost Gate, in fact just back from the hospital, Ren Jian is not so pathetic, it was all two hours ago, let Liang Fengyang get angry.

  He really wanted to see with his own eyes how Liang Fengyang was beaten to death, so he had someone prepare a stretcher and bring him over.

  More than 20 people stood around, all of whom were martial arts coaches from the Xiongwei Taekwondo Gym. Among them, several had previously clashed with Liang Fengyang and been knocked flying by him.

  Kōshū Bokuchō and ōno were standing beside Renjian.

  As agreed, Pu Zhaoxiong made the first move. He walked towards Liang Fengyang and Lin Yuhua with his upper body exposed, revealing his fair skin, thick hair, well-developed muscles, and a tattoo of a sharp sword on his arms.

  Piao Zhao Xiong revealed a cold and proud smile: "Liang Feng Yang, are you a master?"

  Liang Fengyang's face was calm and fearless: "You'll know soon enough."

  "Your time is up now that you've met me."

  Liang Fengyang said: "If Youming Lake and Qinglong Mountain heard your words, they would laugh at you."

  "What about Youjing Lake and Qinglong Mountain?" asked Pu Zhaoxiong.

  Liang Fengyang said: "You haven't seen that scenery, so you don't know what I'm talking about."

  Pu Zhaoxiong didn't delve deeper into what Liang Fengyang's words meant earlier, but he did pick up on the disdain Liang Fengyang had for him.

  "Betting 1 million."

  Li Fengyang said: "No comment."

  "Look, my stake is here, where's yours?"

  Park Zhaohu opened the black leather suitcase, and inside were neatly arranged 1 million.

  Li Feng glanced at the money and suddenly found that it had already regarded him as a close relative and wanted to follow him.

  "When we were talking on the phone, you didn't mention anything about betting, so I didn't bring any money with me. But since I lost, someone will naturally give you the money."

  Piao Zhaoxiong smiled coldly and said nothing. He thought to himself, If I beat you to death, Lin Yuhua will pay for your funeral expenses.

  It's going to be a fight.

  Liang Fengyang and compared with him

  Pak Cho-bum stood fifteen centimeters taller than Lin Yu-he, standing a few meters away.

  Liang Fengyang had to take care of Pu Zhaoxiong while also ensuring Lin Yuhua's safety, so he was destined to be torn between two tasks.

  As soon as they met, he had already seen that Park Joong-wook's skills far surpassed those of Ren Jian. It was certain that Park Joong-wook had practiced Taekwondo, but he estimated that he had also practiced other martial arts.

  Hei ha hei ha......

  Park Zhaohu began his attack, punching and kicking at high speed, while a rhythmic roar came out of his mouth.

  In an instant, he had already thrown out over twenty punches and kicked out more than ten legs, his combat strength was quite fierce.

  However, his fists and feet did not touch Liang Fengyang's body. He couldn't believe that Liang Fengyang's dodging speed was so fast.

  Liang Fengyang saw that Pak Chul-soo's taekwondo skills were just auxiliary, and he was actually a skilled fighter with extremely strong close combat capabilities.

  Piao Zhao Xiong rushed over again, seemingly wanting to disrupt Liang Feng Yang's evasive formation through physical collision.

  Liang Fengyang's right fist shot out in a straight line and violently crashed towards Park Soo-young's chest.

  Park Zhaohu felt something was wrong, wanted to dodge but was a beat too slow, took a punch in the chest, let out a blood-curdling scream, body flew up, mouth spewing fresh blood, and crashed five meters away.

  Everyone present was shocked. The super first-rate master, Pak Chor-hung, was actually punched by Leung Foon-yang and flew out for five meters, spitting blood and falling to the ground.

  Piao Zhao Xiong's miserable cry echoed in the training room, hysterical to the point of wailing like a ghost.

  Thinking of getting up and fighting again is probably impossible, just a moment ago, his sternum was already shattered, without three to five months, don't think about recovering.

  Park Soo-keun was defeated like this.

  "This is impossible, this cannot be, it's unscientific, this is absolutely unscientific..."

  Ren Jian, lying in bed with an IV drip, let out a painful wail again, followed by large mouthfuls of blood.

  The two female doctors who were specially invited from a certain hospital rushed to take care of him, intending to let him leave this bloody room, but Ren Jian firmly disagreed.

  Piao Zhao Xiong has been seriously injured, now it's up to Da Ye to perform.

  Oono's height is about the same as Liang Fengyang's, around 175 cm. He wears a black training uniform and has a lean yet robust build.

  He walked over with a slow pace, his knife-like face was exceptionally cold, his eyes were like ice under the sunlight, staring straight at Liang Fengyang's face.

  "Your kung fu is very high."

  Liang Fengyang smiled lightly and said: "I don't want to discuss this issue with you, nor do I want to communicate anything with you."

  "Why?"

  Liang Fengyang's eyes suddenly became sharp and his speech accelerated, ringing out with strength: "Because I only want to overthrow you!"

  "Bring it on? I'll show you what's scary!" said Ohno coldly.

  "Come on!"

  Liang Fengyang's whip leg had already kicked out, straight and swift, striking Daxia's waist.

  Ohno suddenly became as light as a swallow, his footsteps mysterious and agile, and he actually avoided Liang Fengyang's cunning whip kick, followed by a punch that came crashing down.

  Li Fengyang dodged his fist, and Taiga stuck to him, lowering his center of gravity, with a half-crouching body, both fists attacked Li Fengyang's lower abdomen in an instant, a very vicious move.

  Liang Fengyang quickly retreated and dodged left and right, but his right thigh still took a punch, and his body stumbled violently.

  Taiye's center of gravity slightly lifted, and he smiled coldly again. His body suddenly shot towards Liang Fengyang like a meteor, while punching his face.

  Dodging and blocking, countering every move, within a minute, he neutralized the dozens of fierce punches launched by Da Ye.

  The two of them kept a distance of about five meters apart again.

  Lin Yuhua was shocked and thrilled as she completely understood that Ono was a top-notch expert, and didn't know how much stronger he was than the previous Pak Chor-hung.

  Ohno had just launched a fierce attack and consumed a lot of physical energy, he obviously didn't have the idea of actively attacking, taking the opportunity to recover some physical energy.

  Liang Fengyang saw through Taiye's cat-like behavior, his face calm and composed, he walked over slowly.

  Ohno's brow furrowed in disappointment, his hopes of regaining strength dashed, and he couldn't help but feel depressed.

  Sweep the leg.

  Still sweeping legs.

  Liang Feng's wild and violent aura burst forth, his sweeping leg was like a bolt of lightning that shot towards the vast wilderness.

  The speed of his leg is so fast that it makes one doubt their own eyesight.

  Oonishi Bunmei did not expect that Ryō Fuyō's leg speed would be so fast, dodging and blocking, soon becoming a bit overwhelmed.

  Liang Feng's overbearing sweep kick scattered Da Ye's arms, kicking off his right arm. Following that was another sweep kick, this one landing on Da Ye's face.

  A miserable cry came from Ohno's mouth, and his body spun and flew up, and he was actually smashed eight meters away, crawling on the ground unable to move, with a pool of blood under him.

  Ohno didn't die, but he was deeply unconscious and had no ability to get up and fight with Liang Fengyang.