A carefree soldier king in the city

Chapter 684 Fighting between Dragon and Tiger

In a short while, the wolf and the dancer had each overpowered Zhang Yi and Yang Qin, leaving the two women with no choice but to defend themselves. Fortunately, Wang Zi and Zhou Weihua, seeing the situation was dire, quickly rushed over. As the saying goes, when husband and wife are of one mind, their strength can break metal; with the addition of the two, Zhang Yi and Yang Qin immediately felt much less pressure.

The Tiger Shark Gang leader thought that with the help of Wolf and Dancer, the situation would improve. However, even with the two joining the fight, the situation remained dire, and his forces suffered another crushing defeat. He had thought that as long as they survived, they could rebuild, but in just a few minutes, the resources were gone. His only hope now lay with Wolf and Dancer. He thought that if Wolf and Dancer could defeat these damned young men, the Tiger Shark Gang could regroup and start afresh.

Meanwhile, after eliminating the last disciple of the Tiger Shark Gang, Chao Bufan, Wang Dakeng, Ge Dawei, and the other Tianlong Gang disciples who had miraculously survived became cheering spectators.

However, the wolf and the dancer were quite formidable. Even when facing two opponents, they did not lose ground and instead handled the situation with ease and confidence.

"Look how well they fought, it was amazing!" When Wang Dakeng said this, it was mostly out of admiration, and the object of his admiration was actually the enemy's wolf and dancer.

"Who are those two people?" Chao Bufan nodded and asked. Indeed, he was slightly surprised that one person could fight two others without being at a disadvantage.

“That man is called Wolf, and the woman is called Dancer. They are the Tiger Shark Gang leader’s right-hand men and his right-hand women,” Wang Dakeng said calmly. “The Tiger Shark Gang is what it is today, mostly thanks to these two.” He paused, then smiled with interest and said, “Unbelievable. I dare say that within ten moves, Wang Zi and Wei Hua will be at a disadvantage.”

Chao Bufan naturally saw through it and smiled slightly, "What? You have something in mind?"

Wang Dakeng cracked his neck, and with a "crack" sound, he laughed, "Fighting with these small fry is really boring, it's not even enough to warm me up!"

Chao Bufan nodded in agreement, saying, "I think so too." He also moved his limbs in perfect unison, especially the knuckles of his hands.

On the other side, the leader of the Tiger Shark Gang sensed something was wrong and quickly shouted, "Wolf, Dancer, you'd better hurry up! I want to see how long they can keep up their arrogance!"

Shouting in a safe place has always been one of the Tiger Shark Gang leaders' favorite tricks, as they are both afraid of death and lack courage.

“Well, those stray dogs over there are barking and howling again,” Ge Dawei said. “If you two are going to make a move, then hurry up, or… I won’t stand idly by.” He immediately gave his opinion.

"There's none for you." Wang Dakeng casually put his arm around Ge Dawei's shoulder, then asked Chao Bufan, "Bufan, which one do you want?"

"The fighting skills that guy used when he was unarmed resembled Shaolin Kung Fu. I happen to know a few moves of Shaolin Kung Fu, so I'll leave him to me!" Chao Bufan said with interest. "As for that woman, she's really—too ugly. I'll leave her to you."

"I don't care," Wang Dakeng said with a smile.

Chao Bufan snapped his fingers: "Then—let's take action!"

Then, the two of them leisurely walked toward their opponent.

"Hmm! Good spot!" After measuring the "feng shui" of his position, Wang Dakeng jokingly thrust the soft sword in his hand at the dancer.

Fortunately, the dancer reacted quickly and calmly returned to defense. As she dodged, she flicked her wrist and immediately deflected Wang Dakeng's thrusting sword.

"You two have been fighting for so long, you must be tired. Go and take a rest!" Wang Dakeng turned his head and said to Zhang Yi and Wang Zi with a smile.

After fighting for so long, they were indeed a bit tired. Both of them knew that this woman was a bit tricky, and it would probably take a while to win. Therefore, Wang Zi smiled and said, "Alright, then be careful!"

Over here, Chao Bufan walked unhurriedly to the spot where Zhou Weihua and the others were fighting. After measuring the "feng shui" of his own spot, he clapped his hands three times as if joking.

"Slap~ Slap~ I'm scared."

The fight was suddenly interrupted by this unexpected and unusual applause, and the two sides immediately stopped fighting.

Chao Bufan walked up to Zhou Weihua, revealing his signature smile, and said, "Evil wolf, huh! Not bad, not bad. You've managed to use Southern Fist to its fullest potential, which is a good thing for Shaolin Kung Fu."

The wolf was slightly startled and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh? You recognized the boxing technique I was using."

Chao Bufan smiled slightly and said, "That's right. I've spent a year or two in the Northern Shaolin Temple, so I can naturally tell that the fist technique you just used came from the Southern Shaolin Temple."

The wolf nodded and said, "Kid, I didn't realize you'd been in the Shaolin Temple before."

Chao Bufan stretched his limbs and said casually, "Everyone says Southern Fist and Northern Leg, Wudang and Tai Chi. Let's see if your Southern Fist is more powerful, or my Northern Leg is more powerful."

The wolf, with an expression that said, "Alright, then I'll show you what authentic Southern Fist is all about."

With a smile, Chao Bufan turned to Zhou Weihua and Yang Qin and said, "You two can go and rest now."

Zhou Weihua nodded, didn't say anything more, and walked away with Yang Qin.

“You wicked wolf,” Chao Bufan continued, “believe it or not, within ten moves, I’ll beat you so badly you won’t even recognize your own mother.”

"Heh!" The wolf sneered, "That depends on whether you have the ability. Boy, since we're from the same sect, then state your Dharma name." The wolf said calmly.

Chao Bufan asked with interest, "Do you really want to know my Buddhist name?"

“Nonsense,” said the wolf. “Under the Southern Fist, we never kill nameless novices. Since you say you’re from Northern Shaolin, then state your Dharma name, lest you say I, the wolf, am bullying my fellow disciples.”

Chao Bufan nodded and said, "Then listen carefully, my Buddhist name is... Grass Mud Horse."

"Fuck you!" The wolf chewed it once, then roared in fury, "You're asking for it!"

As he spoke, he angrily threw a punch at them.

In an instant, the two clashed, exchanging blows and kicks. The wolf's fists were powerful and swift, each punch whistling through the air; his extraordinary legwork was as formidable as Mount Tai and as majestic as a tiger.

A fierce battle ensued.

Not far away, Ge Dawei and his four companions watched the fight on both sides with great interest.

Wang Zi, with an air of anticipation, laughed and said, "Brothers, I bet that within ten moves, Bufan will definitely beat that androgynous guy to a pulp."