"What are you doing, Falakong? Are you crazy?"
The gangster boss beside Broly looked at the suddenly berserk Falakong, utterly astonished. When did Falakong get so strong? He could lift someone up so easily.
"He's not Falakong. That strong Ki...he's not an ordinary person!"
Damen Gorou stood up, his expression serious. He took off his shirt, revealing granite-like, muscular physique. He spread his arms and adopted a Judo starting stance, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Bang!"
Broly dispelled the Oolong Transformation Technique, revealing his true form. The boss held in the air recognized him almost instantly.
"Green Goblin...you're the Green Goblin!!!"
He lost control of his bowels, and foul-smelling urine dripped down his legs.
Broly casually tossed him into the air, then raised his palm, aiming at the sky. A white Ki surged out.
"Boom!"
A violent explosion, and it was only after a moment that scattered remains fell to the ground.
"How about it? Do you want me to deal with these trash first, and then we can fight? That way I'll expend some of my Ki, which will be better for you."
Broly said, arms crossed.
"You're a demon!"
Damen Gorou looked at the bloody pieces on the ground, his muscles tense, his spirit highly alert.
"Compared to me, you, who collude with these drug lords whose crimes are too numerous to list, are the real demon."
Broly adopted a Satan Fighting Style stance. Damen Gorou was over two meters tall, a head taller than Broly in his non-furious state.
"What does cooperating with the gang matter, to eliminate an enemy of humanity like you?"
Damen Gorou suddenly roared, slamming his hands onto the ground. The ground shook violently, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out from him in all directions.
Those gang bosses and the call girls were only affected by the aftershocks, but they all screamed and fell to the ground. Some even had their legs broken.
Broly, who bore the brunt of it, felt a destructive force transmitted through the ground, about to lift him into the air.
Force rises from the ground, fists originate from the heart.
As long as you don't fly, no matter the techniques of fists, throws, kicks, or chops, power must originate from the ground, relying on the infinite carrying capacity of the earth to generate force. If you are carelessly knocked into the air by your opponent, then you are the fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.
Damen Gorou's massive body was surprisingly agile, and he charged towards Broly with huge strides, like an angry rhinoceros. He clenched one fist, and taking advantage of his height advantage, he chopped down towards Broly from above.
This chop, surging with Ki, would fell even an elephant. After being completely broken, he could then follow up with continuous throws to completely knock down his enemy.
As a Judo master, any opponent who revealed a weakness in front of him would be suppressed by an onslaught like a flood until death.
But this decisive chop was caught.
Broly grabbed Damen Gorou's wrist, stepped with his left foot, and twisted his arm inward. He punched the air with a burst, hitting Damen Gorou's abdomen. After learning the Wolf Fang Fist, his attacks were as fast as lightning, and Damen Gorou had no time to defend.
The fierce fist force, reaching its limit, exploded like a bomb, causing the ground to tremble.
Damen Gorou spat out a mouthful of blood. If it weren't for the combat instincts he had honed over many years, which allowed him to protect his abdomen with Ki at the first moment, his body would have been directly penetrated.
Broly threw three more punches. One was dodged, and the remaining two hit Damen Gorou's vital points. He released his hand, allowing Damen Gorou to fall to the ground, gasping for breath.
"This move is not bad, but your Ki is weak to begin with, and you still use this trick to disperse your Ki. Why not concentrate your Ki?" Broly raised his voice.
Damen Gorou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up. Although these three punches were heavy, under the protection of Ki, they didn't cause him to lose his fighting ability.
"Hah!"
Damen Gorou braced himself, roared, and spread his arms, pushing towards Broly with a force like a tidal wave. Through the recent exchange, he had already discovered that Broly was not as overwhelmingly strong as the video footage sent by Kingpin. But Broly's punching speed and nerve reaction speed were simply too fast.
If he didn't drag the fight into a close-range grappling match, he would only be toyed with.
Broly sidestepped the push, his bones cracking, and elbowed Damen Gorou's chin.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The two sides' Ki violently collided, and they stomped out deep pits on the ground, with debris flying everywhere.
Broly was strong and powerful, holding the advantage in strength. Damen Gorou had trained hard for over twenty years, never daring to slack off, and his Ki was more profound than Broly's. After Damen Gorou steadied his mind and took a steady approach, the two exchanged more than ten moves, and the outcome was undecided.
In the eyes of Filipoto, the two, rising and falling, had almost become two phantoms, making it impossible to see their movements. He hid behind the wall, trembling, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
"Mr. Bullseye! The Green Goblin has appeared, Mr. Damen Gorou is fighting him! Please come quickly!"
In the underground wine cellar, two mercenaries who had been interrogated were covered in bruises, and four of Filipoto's men were playing cards together. Bullseye was playing Russian Roulette with Jack Hammer.
Jack Hammer trembled, holding a revolver to his temple, and pulled the trigger.
"Click!"
There was no bullet in the chamber. Jack Hammer breathed a huge sigh of relief, pushed the gun to the other side, and took a sip of the whiskey in front of him.
Bullseye, sitting in front of him, picked up the gun, skillfully opened the cylinder, and spun the cylinder, which rotated at high speed like a top. After clicking the gun closed, Bullseye aimed at his own temple and casually pulled the trigger.
"Click!"
There was no bullet in the chamber.
"Your luck is really weird, you've played more than twenty rounds, and you haven't blown your head off, this is too boring."
Bullseye examined the revolver in his hand, opened the chamber, and loaded four more bullets.
"It's still more exciting this way, a one in six chance of survival, I wonder if your luck will still be that good."
He said, pushing the gun to Jack Hammer.
Jack Hammer felt as if he was on pins and needles, picked up the gun, and struggled internally, hesitating whether to point the gun at his own head or to aim at Bullseye in front of him.
Just then, the underground wine cellar they were in suddenly shook violently, and a lot of dust fell from above.
"Is it an earthquake?"
Bullseye stood up, looked up at the ceiling in confusion, and soon Filipoto's call came in.
"Green Goblin, how interesting, he actually came to my door." He said, picking up a large rectangular gun case at his feet and placing it on the table: "Speaking of which, besides the Green Goblin, you have two companions, right? I wonder if they are ambushing me? But in theory, they shouldn't know of my existence yet.
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