C722 Bastard Brawler Fist

Lee Zhuohua thought to himself that if he were to display the combat strength of a cultivator here, it would easily arouse the suspicion of others, especially the young leader who would definitely notice his abnormality.

Therefore, Lee Zhuohua suppressed the blood in his body that had just surged up. At the same time, the corner of his mouth raised into a wicked smile.

"How dare you attack us? It's the same two people! Do you think we are afraid of you?" Lee Zhuohua shouted and rushed forward to help Wuliuqi with the pressure.

Wuliuqi and the two young men in fine clothes were ordinary people, so Lee Zhuohua had to pretend that he was just an ordinary person. He did not use the energy in his body nor did he use any of the cultivators' fighting techniques.

Instead, like Wuliuqi and the others, he swung his arms and threw a barrage of punches.

Wuliuqi had originally wanted to fight against the two well-dressed youths alone, but seeing that Lee Zhuohua was following closely behind, he stopped blocking in front of Lee Zhuohua. Instead, he fought one person at a time, and each of them started beating each other.

The two of them were just ordinary people, and the way they fought was no different from that of a street thug. Sometimes they would throw punches and kicks at each other, and sometimes they would throw themselves at each other and wrestle on the ground.

But when it came to Lee Zhuohua, the atmosphere began to become abnormal.

The well-dressed youth who was fighting with Lee Zhuohua was still alright, and he was also waving his fists randomly. However, Lee Zhuohua opened his arms wide, and kept swinging them like a windmill. This movement was simply like a child's fight.

Although Lee Zhuohua's movements were a little funny, but it was really very effective. The well-dressed young man wanted to go forward, but before he could even get close to Lee Zhuohua, he was already hit by a few punches. Some of the punches landed on his forehead, while some of them landed on his body.

Furthermore, Lee Zhuohua's strength was surprisingly great in his eyes. The places where it hit his body were in pain. It was this kind of shameless fighting style that made the well-dressed youth stunned. There was no way for him to get close to Lee Zhuohua.

"You..." The well-dressed young man was so angry because of Lee Zhuohua's punch, but he couldn't get close to Lee Zhuohua. He could only stand there and get angry.

"Come, come, come, come, let's see who is stronger, you or me." While Lee Zhuohua kept swinging his arm, he kept provoking his opponent. He looked no different from a child.

The well-dressed youth was truly angered by Li Zhuohua. Looking at the man in front of him swinging his arm around like a pinwheel, he really had the feeling that he was unhappy with Lee Zhuohua but couldn't do anything to him.

"You... If you have the ability, don't be so shameless. Do you dare to fight me face to face? "The well-dressed young man said anxiously.

Wuliuqi and the other young man also noticed the abnormality on Lee Zhuohua's side and looked over at the same time. At this moment, both Wuliuqi and the young man were covered in fist marks and claw marks. When they saw the strange scene on Lee Zhuohua's side, they were speechless.

But they didn't have the time to check out the situation, and they continued to fight with each other. In general, Wuliuqi had the upper hand, and he didn't have as many injuries as his opponent, because his strength was indeed stronger than that of a spoiled brat. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know how to fight with others, he wouldn't have had to fight so badly with his opponent.

"Well, if you want to fight me in a different way, then I'll show you my Brawler Punch." Lee Zhuohua stopped waving his arms, stood on the spot and said with a lonely look on his face.

In the eyes of the young man in luxurious clothes, he was so angry that he wanted to push Lee Zhuohua to the ground and beat him up.

However, seeing that Lee Zhuohua was no longer swinging his arms, he did not say anything and directly closed in on him. His fist, which had been clenched tightly for a long time, was thrown towards Lee Zhuohua's face.

"A sneak attack? You brat, you're very evil." Lee Zhuohua was not shocked when he saw the opponent's sudden punch.

He moved his body slightly to the side and dodged the opponent's punch. Before the man could understand how Lee Zhuohua had dodged it, Lee Zhuohua squatted down and stretched out his finger, stabbing it at the opponent's armpit.

"Hiss ~"

The young man in fine clothes felt a tingling sensation under his arm, and then his whole arm seemed to be unable to be pulled back. He sucked in a breath of cold air, and his shoulders hunched, looking extremely sour.

Lee Zhuohua laughed secretly in his heart when he saw the other party's reaction. Then, he straightened his body and split his sword fingers into two, stabbing it towards the other party's eyes.

"Look at my show of strength." Lee Zhuohua let out a strange cry, but his speed of attack was not fast.

When the young man who had been stabbed in the armpit and had yet to recover his strength saw Lee Zhuohua poking at his eyes, he hurriedly used his other hand to block Lee Zhuohua's finger.

"Hmm?" He had thought that he had successfully blocked Lee Zhuohua's attack, but after waiting for a long time, his palm still did not touch the other party's finger. This made him feel very strange, and he did not know what was going on.

When he removed his hand to see what was going on, he found that Lee Zhuohua's hand had stopped in the air, but suddenly stabbed at his eye again.

"Ah."

The well-dressed youth screamed in pain as his eyes were attacked. He quickly used his hand to cover his eyes.

"You're really stupid. I already said it's a hooligan fist. If it was so easy for you to see through it, how could it still be called a hooligan fist? "Lee Zhuohua said disdainfully. Then, his right leg kicked towards the opponent's crotch. He controlled his strength very well, so there wouldn't be any fatalities, but it was definitely enough to make the opponent suffer a lot.

"Oh ..."

After that, another blood-curdling screech that sounded like a rooster's cry sounded. The well-dressed young man could no longer stand and fell on the ground, bending his body like a prawn, his legs tightly clamped together.

Lee Zhuohua's Rogue Fist was truly worthy of its name. Very good, very good.

"Done." Lee Zhuohua clapped his hands and turned to look in Wuliuqi's direction.

The young man was no match for him in terms of physical fitness, so he ended up straddling the young man and swinging his fists at his face. The young man's face was swollen like a pig's head.

"Not bad, not bad." Lee Zhuohua watched with interest as Wuliuqi one-sidedly beat up the well-dressed youth and praised him.

At that moment, as if because the sounds of their fight were too loud, they attracted the attention of the others, who, seeing that the fight was going on, had no intention of joining in. They were all watching from a distance.

However, the young man in the lead also noticed the strange situation here. He walked over with a cold face.

"Stop!" He shouted.

Wuliuqi had wanted to punch the well-dressed youth a few more times, but after hearing the leader's words, he stopped and stood up.

When they saw the leader's arrival, the eyes of the two people on the ground revealed a hopeful expression. It was as if they had seen their savior.

The leading youth walked over and sized up the situation here. At the same time, he looked at the two well-dressed youths and Lee Zhuohua.

In the face of the young man's gaze, Wuliuqi was still a little afraid. After all, the other party was a true cultivator. If he entered the Profound Li Sect, then the other party could very well be his senior brother.

Lee Zhuohua only spread his hands when the young man looked at him, but he didn't say anything.

Just when everyone thought that the leading young man was going to make a fool out of Lee Zhuohua and the other man.

"It's these two idiots? Just don't kill them." The leading young man frowned as he looked at a man on the ground who was wailing with his legs between his legs and another man whose face was swollen like a pig's head. He actually said such a thing.

What he said surprised everyone, especially the two men on the ground. Their expressions were extremely funny. The hope in their eyes was gone, and they felt that their lives were dark at the same time.

In fact, the young man in charge was still angry about what had happened the other day. He had thought that he had made a contribution, but now he was being played around with by these two idiots.

"Alright." Lee Zhuohua said with a naughty smile, and then revealed a malicious smile to the person on the ground.

Wuliuqi also did not expect this kind of situation, which made him feel comfortable in his heart. Then, he continued to sit on the pig-headed man and beat him up.

After the young leader left, another wave of screams rang out. It was obvious that the two of them had been beaten up badly by Lee Zhuohua.

However, when Lee Zhuohua and the others were tired of fighting and left, the others who had been watching from the side also quickly walked forward and gave the two poor fellows another beating.

They could only hear the howls of pain continuously. It could be imagined how much of a shadow had been cast on the hearts of the two of them.