Chapter 886 Crime City (Twenty-one)

Chapter 886 Crime City (Twenty-one)

On the other side, Ma Xidao moved his steps quickly with an agility that was not commensurate with his sturdy body, dodging the slashes or thrusts one after another, and then responded with a powerful and heavy punch.

Almost no Yakuza could resist his fists with his head. Whenever there was a dull "bang" sound of fists hitting flesh, someone would fall down or even fly out.

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

"Puff!"

Ma Xidao only had heavy fists, and he had never practiced the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt. Facing so many sharp blades, he accidentally broke his skills, and there was a blood mark on his left shoulder.

Hearing his muffled groan, Jack knew that something was wrong, and moved quickly to get closer to him, and the heavy crowbar in his hand flew up and down, as flexible as if it had no weight.

The numbing buzzing sound rang out again, and the two Yakuza in front of him retreated in fear, giving Jack room to move.

The crowbar flew behind him as if he had used too much force. Jack seemed to have eyes behind him, and directly avoided Ma Xidao, who had just retreated two steps because of the pain, and slashed from the side.

With the help of the latter's huge body blocking the 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.

"Ah!"

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

"Buzz~~~ Bang!" Ma Xidao, who had just retreated, took the opportunity to step forward, and the angry punch even made a sound of breaking wind similar to the crowbar in Jack's hand, hitting 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 "clangs! clangs!", Jack's crowbar picked up two wakizashi in a row, helping Ma Xidao out of the siege. This guy took the opportunity to grab a Yakuza's neck, lifted him up in the air like a chicken, slammed him to the ground, and then kicked him directly to knock him unconscious.

The two of them fought like this and actually developed a tacit understanding. Jack kept an eye on all directions, and the crowbar in his hand blocked all the sharp blades, and occasionally knocked out the effect of breaking limbs. Ma Xidao was responsible for the finishing move, one punch to a small Karami.

Nearly 20 Yakuza faced the two people, but in just seven or eight minutes, they were all knocked down in a sound of bones and flesh hitting each other, and there were not even a few who could make a groan. The field fell into a dead silence for a while.

"Hey, there are only two of you left." Jack's crowbar turned twice like Sun Wukong's golden hoop, then stopped abruptly and was gently placed on the bar. He smiled and raised his hand to point at Richie and the white-haired man in the red suit who had not made any move.

Richie's cheeks twitched, and his eyes stared at Jack, "Are you Zhou Xingzhe's men?"

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

"Oshima." Richie patted the white-haired man in the 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 flowered shirt inside, revealing tattoos all over his body.

"Want to play a game?" Jack leaned against the bar and made a gesture of invitation to Ma Xidao.

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

What was somewhat surprising was that this Oshima actually used a Sanda routine, not some kind of kung fu like karate, and his hands were in the same defensive posture as boxing.

He relied on his height and long arms to throw two punches from both sides, but Ma Xidao dodged them with a cat step and bent his head. Then he directly kicked the inside of his left calf and the outside of his thigh with two whip kicks.

Taking advantage of the opponent's pain, Oshima threw two consecutive quick jabs, but one of them missed, and the other was blocked by the impatient Ma Xidao's right arm, and the left hand punched him in the ribs.

Because this punch was too hasty and it was a left-handed punch, the strength was a bit average, but Oshima, who was hit in the soft spot, still subconsciously straightened up, and Ma Xidao followed up with a left-handed punch, hitting his cheek.

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

"Hey, continue." Ma Xidao waved to him, and when he stood up again, he raised his right fist and hit him.

Although he was regarded as a small fish, compared with the Yakuza just now, this Dadao was also an elite monster. When the two of them were clearing small monsters, they had witnessed the scene of Ma Xidao swinging his right fist and punching one by one. How could he dare to take it head-on.

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

Fortunately, Ma Xidao returned to defense with his left hand in time, barely blocked it, and pushed it away with force. Dadao, who was pulled away, 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 and broke into a cold sweat. He immediately felt impatient, and with a slight pause in his footsteps, he rushed forward again, swaying his right fist, and punching out his left fist from under his armpit, hitting the middle of Oshima's chest and abdomen.

This is where the diaphragm between the chest and abdomen that helps the lungs breathe is located. Oshima's boxing stance was immediately interrupted, and he subconsciously bent like a shrimp.

Ma Xidao opened his left and right fists, and a left swing completely broke Oshima's boxing stance. Then two and three punches all hit his cheek, and finally the right fist was used again, hitting the base of the ear.

"Ashiba, I'm so tired."

Ma Xidao exhaled heavily, straightened his messed up sweatshirt, and facing him, Oshima fell to the ground with blood flowing from his ears and nose, and completely lost consciousness.

"Baka!" Richie's eyes were fierce, 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 Xidao who wanted to move forward.

Just kidding, he brought the weapon with him just to target this guy with a samurai sword, how could he let someone steal the limelight.

Pulling out his pistol and handing it to Ma Xidao, Jack turned and stood in front of Richie, swinging the crowbar in his hand half a circle, making a buzzing sound.

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