Allen also came to the streets of Manhattan.
He soon found Cat Master and Boyka.
Their battle had made the entire three blocks a mess.
"I didn't expect it wasn't over yet."
Allen was holding a paper bag filled with fried food, and he was putting food into his mouth as he spoke.
Mr.
Cat was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was covered with blood.
He gasped and said, "Don't worry, damn fat man, I'm going to win soon."
Boyka also looked very embarrassed, but not as miserable as Mr.
Cat.
He spat again: "This tenacious bastard" Allen said with a relaxed expression: "It doesn't matter what happens.
Wang Xu should have been killed by Dimi anyway.
I can wait for you to finish the fight and then decide whether to take action or not depending on the situation."
"Hahahahahaha" Mr.
Cat suddenly laughed wildly, laughing and coughing out a large mouthful of blood from his lungs: "You can kill Wang Xu just by yourself hahahahahaha" This thing seemed to be really funny, he laughed In the end, he almost fell to his knees.
Allen snorted coldly: "Do you think there are still people in this world who can survive the attacks of the three battle groups and our brothers in Midnight?
Look at your own situation.
What situation are you in now?"
"Hahaha" Mr.
Mao finally stopped laughing: "Three war groups.
I thought the organization controlled by the guy with the Zongheng Chapter would be so powerful.
But it turned out that they were just a bunch of trash.
Each person has a trumpet, and everyone blows his own tune.
The wolf is better than the dog."
He raised his head and glanced at Boyka: "As long as I beat the Russians to the ground, wouldn't the three battle groups you mentioned be the same as total annihilation?
Is it done?”
Before Allen could respond, a smile appeared on Boyka's lips, and he rushed: "I don't care about any war group or midnight, scalpel boy, listen to me, I am the great Boyka I will not lose to you, the King of Fighters."
After saying this, he charged forward.
This battle has been going on for a long time, but Boyka's speed has not slowed down at all.
After his figure disappeared briefly, he appeared in the air directly in front of the cat.
With a sharp kick, he was already approaching the cat.
My throat.
Mr.
Mao stepped on his feet and retreated quickly, raising his arms in front of him to protect himself.
There was some unknown energy wrapped around his fists, as if he was defending and leading the attack.
Boyka didn't care about this, he still stepped in, and there was only a bang sound.
His boots collided with the energy in Master Mao's hand, and a burst of energy exploded, and both of them bounced out.
But before Boyka could fly far, he stepped in the void with his foot, turned back and attacked again at an explosive speed, approaching Master Cat no more than a few feet away, and struck down his leg with another condescending strike, like a battle axe.
Cut down suddenly.
Cat Master has been fighting with him for countless times, and it can be said that he has gone back and forth countless times.
This Russian guy is dangerous and murderous at every turn.
He has no extra moves, no fancy moves, only fists and kicks that follow him and monster-like speed and strength. .
The kick in front of him is another killing move.
It cannot be blocked.
If you block it, you will die.
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There are no exceptions.
The cat's instinct tells him that he must avoid it.
And Ming Dong is his only choice, and it is also the move he has used the most until now.
Cat Master did not retreat, but rushed forward and appeared behind Boyka in an instant.
In this brief moment, they were back to back, but both of them suddenly changed their moves as if they had eyes behind their backs.
The energy in Mr.
Mao's fists was even stronger than before.
He turned around and punched his opponent in the lower back.
Boyka's pressing leg had just touched the ground at this time.
According to common sense, this stamping would split the road with a huge crack of at least 500 meters long, but his heel actually tapped the ground lightly, without any impact.
The appearance of half strength.
Master Mao understood clearly.
The Russian guy's control and reflexes were terrifying.
He actually transferred his power in this flash of lightning.
Boyka sneered.
He thought he had won.
At this moment, his attacking leg was changed to a supporting leg, and the other leg, carrying the huge impact of the blow just now, kicked out and met him.
Cat's fist.
The disparity in strength between the two people will lead to the result that after the fists and feet collide, the impact force will penetrate into Master Mao's body from the knuckles, along the arms, shoulder blades, and enter the torso, destroying the internal organs, ribs, and spine.
If the brain's protective mechanism cannot withstand this kind of pain, the person will fall into a coma.
Even if it can bear it, and the toughness of Mr.
Cat's spine is lucky enough to prevent him from being paralyzed, the only parts of his body that can move freely are probably the upper part of the neck and the upper part of the body.
Below the knees.
But everything did not develop as Boyka expected.
"What's going on?"
Alan, who was watching the battle, put down the food that was brought to his mouth in surprise.
The two people in front of them seemed to be at a standstill, standing there in a stalemate.
Where their fists and feet struck each other, there was not even the slightest ripple.
"Could it be that they were evenly matched?"
Allen was surprised.
Boyka didn't understand how Cat Master could withstand this attack, but he was not a person who hesitated.
As he said, he was the king of fighting.
So he immediately retracted the kick, and then used his other leg to launch a semi-volleying roundhouse kick.
Master Mao blocked again, using another fist.
The attack was resolved again.
The next roundhouse kick was in front of Master Mao in less than a second, but he was still able to block it.
In the next ten seconds, Boyka's continuous roundhouse kicks came one after another.
The cat alternated his left and right hands and received them one by one with his fists.
Then, changing his moves again, Boyka shortened the attack distance, bullied himself to get closer, swept, picked, chopped, smashed, and counterattacked, and used elbows to attack the cat's head.
Master Cat, on the other hand, remains unchanged in response to all changes.
No matter how you hit me, I will block it with my fists.
Using elbows closely can indeed increase the rhythm and speed of attacks, but as long as you are still human, you have two arms.
Since everyone has two hands, I will definitely be able to catch them one by one.
Seeing that the continuous attacks were ineffective, Boyka continued to change his moves, using his hands and feet together, and performed three moves in a row: fish and teeth intertwined, flying birds overturning nests, and lifting Mount Sumeru.
Mr.
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Cat took two steps back, opened a slight distance, and still reluctantly accepted it.
Boyka then transformed the form into sub-moves: the elephant smacks his teeth, the lion crosses the stream, and the monkey offers his ring.
With the rapid changes in boxing skills, Mr.
Cat is gradually forced into a desperate situation.
Mr.
Cat couldn't help but marvel at this time.
It seemed that it was not a matter of the number of hands and feet.
Even if I had three hands, I probably wouldn't be able to catch it.
But Allen, that damn fat guy, happened to do something to add insult to injury at this most critical moment.
The timing of this guy's stab in the back was absolutely perfect.
I saw him take out a pistol with an amazing skeleton from the greasy paper bag, raise the gun and shoot
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