69novels Chapter 202 3 against 1
Chapter 202 3 against 1
Chapter 202 Three Against One
Ma Rulong and Zhuo Yifei exchanged a glance and immediately understood the situation.
"Liang Kuan! We're here!"
As he spoke, he casually picked up a broken table leg from the side and weighed it in his hand.
Zhuo Yifei spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, swayed his large, fat body, and grinned, saying, "Three people beating a cripple is a bit embarrassing to talk about—but who cares if this cripple is so good at fighting! I, Fatty, am going all out!"
Luo Sanpao swept his gaze fiercely over the three men who had formed a triangle around him, and spat, "Hmph, three against one? Fine, saves me the trouble of dealing with them one by one! Even if all three of you came at me together, you wouldn't be a match for me!"
One of the pirate leaders seized the opportunity to shout, "Boss, you're awesome! Kill them! Kill all these arrogant fools!"
While parrying the attacks, Big Mouth turned around and roared, "Bullshit! Watch how Brother Long and Brother Kuan deal with you, you lame sea monkey!"
Liang Kuan stood directly in front of Luo Sanpao, his fists slowly clenching, the knuckles cracking softly. His Hung Kuen stance was as steady as a mountain. He stared at Luo Sanpao, his voice cold and hard: "Luo Sanpao, you robbed merchants and harmed coastal people, your blood debts are countless. Today, this is your retribution!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lunged forward like an arrow released from a bow, delivering a powerful and heavy Hung Kuen punch straight to Luo Sanpao's chest, the wind whistling through the air.
Faced with Liang Kuan's swift punch, Luo Sanpao grinned maliciously and did not dodge or evade.
The muscles in his left arm bulged, and he slammed head-on into Liang Kuan's fist!
A muffled thud.
Luo Sanpao swayed slightly, then threw a backhand punch at Liang Kuan's face with overwhelming force: "You little brat, you dare to show off your skills in front of me!"
As expected, Liang Kuan immediately withdrew his fist and turned to the side after his first strike missed, narrowly avoiding the opponent's attack.
Almost simultaneously with his dodge, his right leg shot out like a whip, a move from the Tan Tui style—a swift and ruthless step-and-cut leg technique.
He kicked Luo Sanpao's right knee with pinpoint accuracy once again!
"Tsk!"
Luo Sanpao felt the pain and involuntarily staggered half a step on one leg.
However, he had extremely rich practical experience. As he stumbled, his left leg shot out like an iron pillar, kicking Liang Kuan in the lower abdomen. Liang Kuan took a deep breath and charged forward again.
This time, instead of aiming for a single decisive blow, he unleashed the full power of Hung Kuen, launching a series of attacks with both fists, smashing, punching, and striking with fierce force and continuous, head-on clashes.
Forced to repeatedly swing his hands to block and parry, Luo Sanpao was momentarily suppressed by the rapid and fierce punches.
"Liang Kuan, watch out for his left flank! He habitually slashes to the right, leaving an opening in his lower body!"
Ma Rulong seized an opportunity, suddenly leaped out from the side, and swung a table leg to smash Luo Sanpao hard!
Luo Sanpao caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and with a flick of his wrist, he knocked the table leg open.
The shock made Ma Rulong's arm go numb.
But in the instant he was distracted by dealing with Ma Rulong, Zhuo Yifei, who had been lurking behind him, made his move!
"You lame fool! Look after your grandpa!"
Zhuo Yifei roared, his massive body bursting with disproportionate speed, and pounced on Luo Sanpao from behind.
He tried to grab Luo Sanpao's waist with both hands like iron hoops, while simultaneously slamming his head into the other's back!
A standard, persistent, and thuggish tactic.
Luo Sanpao was attacked from both sides, yet he became even more ferocious.
He twisted his waist sharply, turning Zhuo Yifei, who was rushing towards him, half a circle around. At the same time, his left elbow slammed into Zhuo Yifei's thick chest like a heavy hammer!
"Ugh!"
Zhuo Yifei was struck as if by a heavy blow. He groaned in pain and was sent flying backward. His large body crashed into a low table where fruit was displayed, scattering melons, pears, and peaches all over the floor.
Lying amidst the chaos, grimacing and rubbing his chest, he cursed, "Is this bastard's bone made of stone?! It hurts like hell!"
Despite his cursing, he didn't slow down. He grabbed a heavy bronze candlestick that had rolled to his side, got up, and roared as he smashed it down.
Liang Kuan took advantage of the precious moment when Luo Sanpao was distracted.
The speed of Tan Tui is brought to the extreme, with the legs alternating like butterflies flitting among flowers, four or five kicks in succession, the leg shadows flying.
They all kicked hard at Luo Sanpao's tumorous leg, specifically at his knee, calf, and ankle!
Bang bang bang!
Luo Sanpao was in excruciating pain in his right leg and could no longer stand. He roared and slammed his foot hard on the bluestone slab!
boom!
Debris flew everywhere, and a crack spread out.
The immense recoil caused Ma Rulong, who was relatively close, and Zhuo Yifei, who had just gotten up, to feel their legs go numb and their ears ring.
"court death!"
Using the momentum of the slash, Luo Sanpao steadied himself and suddenly turned around.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Liang Kuan, who had just pulled his leg back!
With nowhere to dodge, Liang Kuan let out a low shout, crossed his arms in front of him, and used all his strength to block!
scoff!
The fist grazed his crossed arms, tearing the fabric of his arm guards along with his flesh, and blood gushed out instantly.
Liang Kuan grunted and slid back several steps using the force of his punch.
He glanced down at his bleeding arm, his brow furrowing.
Luo Sanpao was slightly out of breath, his right leg visibly trembling, but his momentum remained undiminished. He looked around at the three men and sneered, "Three little bastards, you're cooperating quite well! Too bad, you think you can take me down with just this little tickling skill?"
dream!"
Ma Rulong shook his numb arm and said urgently, "Liang Kuan! Don't fight him head-on! Use hit-and-run tactics! Zhuo Yifei, don't just stand there, keep entangled with him, don't let him get a foothold and exert his strength!"
Zhuo Yifei had just smashed the bronze candlestick when he heard this and immediately shouted, "I'm trying to hold him back! This guy is as strong as a monster, I can't hold him back!"
"Stop just giving orders and come up with some useful ideas!"
Liang Kuan tore off a piece of his shirt and quickly wrapped it tightly around the wound on his arm. He said in a deep voice, "His external martial arts are formidable, powerful and heavy, but his leg weakness is our opportunity. We must exhaust his stamina, keep a close eye on his right leg, and never give him a chance to regain his footing and gather strength."
Upon hearing this, Ma Rulong's movements became even more elusive, and he ceased his direct confrontation with Luo Sanpao.
He began to wander around the banquet hall, occasionally grabbing a wine jar and throwing it forcefully at Luo Sanpao's face, splashing wine to obstruct his vision.
Sometimes, when Luo Sanpao was chasing Liang Kuan, he would throw out a thick tablecloth that he had somehow torn off, trying to entangle the other's steps.
Although it could not cause any real damage, it successfully disrupted Luo Sanpao's offensive rhythm time and time again, making him very irritable.
Liang Kuan has always been the main force in the frontal assault.
Abandoning fancy techniques, Hung Kuen alternates between the power and speed of Tan Tui, each move heavy and powerful, with a clear objective.
Or attack the lower right leg where there is a small tumor, forcing it to lose its balance.
Or find an opening to strike their wrists, elbows, and legs.
Zhuo Yifei fully utilized his reckless fighting style and his tough-skinned advantage.
He would seize any opportunity and lunge forward with a low growl, sometimes grabbing the waist, sometimes the legs, and sometimes simply crashing into the other person, like a piece of chewing gum that he couldn't shake off.
This greatly disrupted Luo Sanpao's all-out attack on Liang Kuan.
However, Luo Sanpao's strength still exceeded the three's expectations.
After a long battle, he showed no signs of fatigue. Instead, his ferocity surged and his blood boiled. He smashed the remaining lampposts, tables, and chairs in the banquet hall, sending wood chips flying and porcelain shards scattering everywhere.
Seeing their leader's incredible prowess, the pirate henchmen on the periphery cheered again: "Our boss is invincible! Kill them!"
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The Blood Flag Army and sailors watched in alarm: "Brother Liang and his men...it seems they can't break through his defenses!"
"Is Luo Sanpao made of iron? How come he gets stronger the more he fights?"