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"Martial artists from the mainland are so despicable!"

The Crocodile King cursed loudly, his sly hand reaching out to claw at Huang Ao's left shoulder. The two of them, one attacking with claws and the other with kicks, quickly locked down Huang Ao's upper body, leaving him with nowhere to retreat and forced to block the moves.

"Roar!"

In an instant, Huang Ao let out a muffled tiger roar from his throat, his fists smashing and pounding in response to the combined assault from the Crocodile King and the Evil Dragon Leg.

However, as a master of Ming Jin, facing two opponents was still too difficult. Although Huang Ao managed to block the Crocodile King's claw form, he was struck in the chest by a kick from the Evil Dragon Leg, causing him to fly backward on the spot, crashing into several ordinary martial artists who tried to catch him.

"Crocodile King, don't interfere! I want to personally kill this guy today!" The Evil Dragon Leg, with one eye perpetually bleeding, glared viciously at Huang Ao with his remaining eye, then shouted loudly, taking three consecutive steps.

The floor beneath him cracked under his forceful steps, and the Evil Dragon Leg leaped up on one leg, his entire body airborne, swiftly attacking Huang Ao, aiming a kick at his head in an instant.

This leg technique was extremely fierce, and if struck, even a solid iron pipe would be bent.

"Foreman!"

Huang Ao, having just been kicked in the chest and not yet recovered, was in a passive state.

A subordinate nearby immediately stood up, reaching out to grab the Evil Dragon Leg's ankle, trying to forcibly pull him down.

"Move away quickly!" Huang Ao shouted urgently.

Having just exchanged moves, he already felt the power of this Evil Dragon Leg. The opponent clearly possessed leg techniques a martial artist could hardly cope with, all being offensively inclined, airborne kicks without defense.

Sure enough, even before Huang Ao's words fully landed, the ordinary martial artist had just reached out with the Tiger Claw Form to grasp the Evil Dragon Leg's ankle when the latter's toe kicked him.

Crack!

A bone-crushing sound echoed, and the martial artist's bones from his forehead to the bridge of his nose shattered instantly, with fluids spouting from his seven orifices, seemingly beyond saving.

"Ah Xiao!" Huang Ao roared, eyes about to burst.

In the factory, everyone with him were Min Province locals with deep bonds, visiting and exchanging gifts during the holidays.

Their relationships were very good, friends more like relatives, and the person kicked to death by the Evil Dragon Leg was Huang Ao's best friend.

Watching Ah Xiao die in front of him, Huang Ao felt an invisible gas filling his body, almost ready to explode him.

Bloodshot eyes emerged, suddenly filled with murderous intent, twisted expressions resembling a ferocious tiger.

"You dare to block my kick? Courting death!" The Evil Dragon Leg laughed arrogantly, stepping forcefully on Ah Xiao's head for leverage.

He spun half a circle in the air, then lifted another leg high, descending with an axe-like kick, striking Huang Ao's head with the heel.

As a martial artist trained in the Shaolin Twelve Road Tan Leg, from age fifteen, the Evil Dragon Leg had been honing his lower body, trying to build steel-like limbs through fitness.

Back bar squats, seated leg curls, standing leg curls, Bulgarian split squats, elevated straight-leg deadlifts, leg presses, hack squats, calf raises on machines, elevated goblet squats...

Others train the body but not the legs, the Evil Dragon Leg trains the legs but not the body.

This made his upper body look not very muscular, but inside those loose sports pants were legs with an 86cm circumference, capable of squatting 500 pounds, super muscular legs!

This kick, with nearly a thousand pounds of force, could easily break a big stone put in front of him.

To the Evil Dragon Leg, an ordinary person's skull was no different from a watermelon.

"Slaughter you!" Looking at the fierce-faced Huang Ao, the Evil Dragon Leg laughed loudly.

Huang Ao roared like a tiger, pounced out swiftly, dodging the axe-like kick from the Evil Dragon Leg.

The moment the Evil Dragon Leg's heel hit the ground, the gym floor exploded as if triggered by dynamite, cement pieces and stones flew in all directions, causing Huang Ao's nearby subordinates to scream in horror.

But at this moment, Huang Ao concentrated his spirit, unmoved by the external chaos. Just as he dodged the downward axe-kick of the Evil Dragon Leg, he pounced like a fierce tiger, punching the side rib of the Evil Dragon Leg.

Unexpectedly, upon impact, instead of the sound of bone cracking, a piercing clash of punching against steel resounded.

"Steel plate?" Huang Ao's eyes looked doubtful.

"Hahaha! Just you think you can hurt me without a sneak attack." The Evil Dragon Leg expected this and swept his elbow towards Huang Ao's face.

In the chaotic Hong Kong environment, even martial arts masters could encounter hits from rival gangs' henchmen.

If a knife pierces the belly and twists the intestines, or the throat is slashed, even martial arts masters face death, so the Evil Dragon Leg had prepared, hiding steel plates at key parts to prevent accidents.

An elbow struck Huang Ao's face, causing his nose bridge to break, blood vessels to rupture, with blood spraying from his nostrils. The Evil Dragon Leg's eyes gleamed excitedly, as if tormenting a prey trapped in a snare.