Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 459 - 454 Battle Battle Battle!

Chapter 459: Chapter 454 Battle Battle Battle!

"Are you sure you want to challenge me?" The man with the beak-like nose crossed his arms over his chest, his gaunt face wearing a smirk as he watched Black Hawk standing motionless in the ring.

"Cut the chatter, if you’re going to fight, then fight." Black Hawk was never one to joke around, especially not with people like this.

"You’d better think through the consequences."

"You motherfucker, keep babbling and see if I don’t tear your mouth apart," Black Hawk angrily rebuked the man before everyone present, not giving a damn about saving face for someone who looked like mabo tofu.

The beak-nosed man’s face turned an iron shade of blue, his monkey-like facial muscles twitching uncontrollably for a moment.

This time the guy was truly enraged.

"You’re going to die a gruesome death!"

The beak-nosed man’s voice was as delicate and soft as a woman’s, and as he stepped lightly across the hard surface of the ring like a dragonfly skimming water, his entire being seemed unusually agile.

Black Hawk had been fed up with this vicious fellow for a while, his fists clenching with a crackling noise like iron pincers.

His muscular arms bulged with veins, and he had been contemplating coming down from the second-floor railing to take out the beak-nosed man.

"Go to hell!"

Under Black Hawk’s blatant disregard, the beak-nosed man clearly lost his temper. This was more than just a simple provocation; it was an insult on a personal level.

"Come on! I’m getting impatient here!"

Black Hawk’s eyes blazed like lanterns, his fists raised, bones cracking with the movement, his towering figure standing in the ring with the haughty bearing of a javelin.

It wasn’t until the beak-nosed man’s series of whip-like kicks rushed towards him that Black Hawk sprang into action like a tiger descending the mountain!

In the blink of an eye, his robust tiger-like presence surged, and with both fists raised like weapons, he met the beak-nosed man’s deceptive whip kicks head-on.

"Crack crack crack!"

The beak-nosed man’s legs were like iron whips, their flexibility almost unbelievable as they kept changing angles to sweep towards Black Hawk’s head, each kick generating a ’crack’ as it broke the air.

The fact that the air itself could produce a cracking sound under his Leg Technique revealed the extent of his skill.

To make the air ’crack’ like that, perhaps only a real whip could accomplish that, right?

The beak-nosed man’s Leg Technique was extremely sharp, performing all sorts of intricate and odd kicks with fluency.

It pressed Black Hawk into retreating several steps but kept him from daring to counter those kicks.

"This guy’s Leg Technique is freaking amazing! Just like a whip." On the second-floor railing, Long Yunfei, with a cigarette butt dangling from his lips, squinted and had been watching this guy for a while, surprised at how deep he had been hiding his skills. In the first two matches, he hadn’t used his whip kicks at all, but now it seems he had been holding back, waiting to ambush his opponent.

"The Leg Technique is good, but it lacks power. I think in no time Black Hawk will be able to blast him with a single punch!"

Bu Chen had a strong fighting spirit, seemingly eager to jump down for a fight.

"Shit! Why bother watching then, I thought this guy was a master. You saying that is kind of disappointing," Long Yunfei shrugged his shoulders, waving his hand, "You guys keep watching, I’m going to find my grandpa."

"Go ahead..." Lin Zifeng laughed.

He leisurely lit a cigarette, contentedly watching Black Hawk on the ring, fierce as a lion or tiger.

At that moment, on the ring, the beak-nosed man launched more than a dozen cunning and strange kicks. However, each time he was about to topple his opponent,

the opponent’s resistance to blows surpassed his expectations.

"The Leg Technique is not bad, but your strength is lacking. Can you stop acting like a woman with all show and no substance?"

After retreating again and again, Black Hawk remained unharmed, he extended his hand and provocatively hooked his finger at the beak-nosed man with a disdainful attitude.

Suddenly infuriated, the beak-nosed man seemed on the verge of exploding while his scrawny body once again morphed his Leg Technique to greet Black Hawk with a barrage of attacks.

But this time, Black Hawk had already mastered the techniques of his Leg Technique.

Black Hawk stood in the middle of the ring, head lowered with a villainous air, his pitch-black eyes emanating strands of fierce light.

His right hand’s five fingers slowly closed one by one, channeling all his strength into his arm, until the veins on his arm bulged more and more prominently.

Just as the Ghostly man’s rapid shadow was about to strike, Black Hawk suddenly let out a roaring bellow and, with his fist that had been long ready, fiercely met the Ghostly man’s foot in direct opposition!

The Ghostly man felt a surge of cold sweat rushing down his back.

Under his own full-powered strike, this freakish guy was actually able to block with just his arm!

The strength of an arm compared to that of a thigh, were they even comparable?

"Your Leg Technique isn’t bad, but it lacks strength. Now it’s my turn, isn’t it?" Black Hawk, with his mouth wide in a bold laugh, just as the Ghostly man sensed something ominous.

He was about to withdraw his leg and escape, but Black Hawk’s speed was much faster than his reaction!

His two stout palms, like clamps, suddenly caught the Ghostly man’s foot in a vice-grip.

No matter how the other tried to struggle, he just couldn’t break free from Black Hawk’s Demon Claws.

"What are you trying to do?" Looking into his opponent’s dark, sinister eyes that flashed with a strange fierceness, the Ghostly man became somewhat panicked.

"To let you experience the feeling of death...!"

As he spoke, the corners of Black Hawk’s mouth gradually revealed a sinister smile, his hands suddenly exerting force, one hand firmly grasping the Ghostly man’s toes.

While his other hand, clenched into a fist, smashed down heavily onto the Ghostly man’s knee joint with a whistling boom right before the man’s eyes!

"Crack!"

The Ghostly man’s thigh joint, under the immense force, was bent at a 90-degree angle!

Instantly, everyone beneath the ring gasped and stood up in alarm.

The Ghostly man let out a pig-like scream as the leg that Black Hawk had caught was bent completely in half from the knee!

The white shards of bone membrane were all exposed, mingled with the torn flesh, filling the ring with a nauseating stench.

Despite the Ghostly man’s constant screams, Black Hawk did not seem to have any intention of letting him go.

After breaking his thigh, Black Hawk, with an eagle-eyed look, surveyed the rest of the three young warriors below the ring.

His thick voice roared, "All of you, come on up!"

No sooner had the words fallen than the three remaining young warriors on the ring heard them and stood up with a rustling sound.

They quickly surrounded Black Hawk in the center.

Black Hawk, unperturbed, put down the leg of the still howling Ghostly man and kicked him several meters away.

He taunted with a laugh, "Come at me all at once, it’ll save me the trouble of dealing with you one by one."

"How arrogant of you!"

The three glanced at each other, all aware that the man before them was a tough nut to crack, and none had the foolish courage to opt for a one-on-one showoff.

And the ring referee Fang Yizheng just curled his lips, turned his head as if to deliberately appear indifferent, as if he hadn’t seen anything at all.

Since the referee didn’t care, Black Hawk had nothing to fear.

"Come all at once then." Black Hawk beckoned with his hand, his gaze piercing and forceful.