At the beginning, I was forced to feed zombies by the system

Yu Wenbo, who was squatting, immediately used his sweeping legs to sweep towards Song Hu's calf.

"boom!"

Song Hu staggered and rushed forward. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. At the critical moment, he stretched out his hand to support the ground and did not fall into a dog eating shit.

With force on his palms, his body bounced up and twisted. After stabilizing his figure, Song Hu confronted Yu Wenbo again with a knife.

At this time, the arrogance on Song Hu's face faded a lot, replaced by shock and solemnity.

With bare hands and double fists, this person can actually make him so embarrassed when he is holding a machete. He has been in Qingyang for so many years, and he has never heard of such a powerful character.

The reason why Song Hu has never heard of Yu Wenbo is very simple - Yu Wenbo is not a local. Before the outbreak of zombies, he happened to come to Qingyang, and by virtue of his high-strength skills, he and Gao Fu, who owns a gun, are in charge of the Junda Commercial Building. .

Yu Wenbo has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and also practiced boxing and Sanda. He won the city's boxing championship and the No. 2 provincial Sanda. Song Hu is not his opponent, and it is understandable.

"Who are you?!" Song Hu asked in a gloomy voice.

"The dead don't need to know so much." Yu Wenbo put his hands on his chest, twisted his neck, and responded indifferently.

Yu Wenbo was too lazy to talk so much with Song Hufei. Now that he had discovered Song Hu's strength, he felt that his previous worries were so superfluous.

At this moment, he only wanted to do one thing, and that was to kill Song Hu and calm down the chaos in the commercial building.

After listening to Yu Wenbo's words, Song Hu's expression became gloomy again, and he said grimly, "Hmph, what do you think?"

However, as soon as Song Hu uttered the four words, Yu Wenbo impatiently rioted and rushed towards Song Hu.

Song Hu's heart trembled, and he hurriedly swung the machete and slashed at Yu Wenbo.

Although Song Hu has never won any fighting championships, his skills are far superior to ordinary people. Before the end of the world, there were no less than 20 ruthless characters in his hands.

"call--"

The machete sliced ​​through the air and aimed at Yu Wenbo's vital points.

This knife is so powerful that if ordinary people face it, they can't dodge it at all. In the end, they can only be killed with one knife.

Yu Wenbo let out a cold snort, continued to rush towards Song Hu, and was about to touch the machete. At this moment, Yu Wenbo's waist suddenly exerted force, and he twisted his body to avoid the machete.

This blow was dodged, Song Hu wanted to launch a second blow, but just as he turned his wrist, Yu Wenbo's fist slammed into him swiftly and fiercely.

Song Hu let out a muffled snort immediately, and stretched out several meters.

Beside, Gao Fu and others who were fighting were all overjoyed when they saw this scene. They knew that Song Hu was the strongest in the Black Tiger Club. As long as Song Hu was not Yu Wenbo's opponent, they had a great chance of winning this time.

"I thought the Black Tiger Club was so great, that's all?" Gao Fu thought.

Looking at Song Hu again, Yu Wenbo's punch was extremely heavy, even with Song Hu's physical fitness, his ribs were almost broken.

With a little pain on his face, Song Hu stabilized his figure and glared fiercely at Yu Wenbo. At this moment, he knew that he was no match for this person.

The corner of Yu Wenbo's mouth raised a contemptuous arc, he snatched a machete from someone else's hand, and said lazily, "It's time to end."

The tone is full of confidence.

After saying that, a burst of murderous aura burst out and shot towards Song Hu.

"Death!" Yu Wenbo yelled, his feet moved, and he rushed towards Song Hu.

The speed was extremely fast and the power was extremely strong, which made Song Hu's face extremely dignified.

"call--"

With great force, the machete slashed towards Song Hu's neck.

Song Hu narrowed his pupils sharply, mobilized his whole body's strength, and narrowly avoided the knife.

"Huh!" Yu Wenbo snorted coldly, without stopping, he launched the second blow, with a sharp machete, slashing at Song Hu's vitals.

This knife was even more tyrannical than the one just now, Song Hu couldn't dodge it.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, the sound of a sharp object rapidly rubbing against the air sounded.

"Keng!"

"Crack!"

In Yu Wenbo's hand, the machete that was falling rapidly shattered instantly, and there was severe pain from his tiger's mouth.

This sudden scene shook Yu Wenbo's mind, not only him, but also many people around who were fighting in the scuffle, were stunned and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

This. This. What's going on here?

Yu Wenbo's eyes widened, his face was full of astonishment, then he turned his eyes and saw a knife on the ground, it was that knife that broke his machete.

Whirring whirring.
After turning the corner, Song Hu's face was pale, and he was panting heavily.

The moment just now was too dangerous, if Yu Wenbo's machete hadn't been broken, he would most likely be hacked to death.

After going through such a dangerous situation, even the head of the Black Tiger Club, who has seen the storms and waves, can't help but break out in cold sweats and feel terrified.

"In the end, I still have to do it."

A moderate male voice came, waking Song Hu and Yu Wenbo out of their daze.

Yu Wenbo and Song Hu turned their heads at the same time and looked to the side.

I saw a man in black clothes, in his early thirties, 1.8 meters tall, with bushy eyebrows, walking up and down.

Although men are not very muscular, they give people a strong feeling.

Seeing the man in black, Song Hu's expression changed immediately, and he said very respectfully, "Brother Chuan, thank you for saving me, I am incompetent, please help me."

Facing the man in black, it was difficult to find the arrogance and arrogance on Song Hu's face.

Yu Wenbo narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the man called Brother Chuan. He already knew that it was this man who threw the machete and blocked his fatal attack.

Even though Yu Wenbo was very confident in his own strength, he asked himself that he couldn't do it.

How much explosive power is needed for a flying knife to break another knife!

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, a short-sighted young man slashed at Brother Chuan with a machete.

Brother Chuan didn't even look at him, and kicked the young man away.

The young man flew far away like a cannonball, hit the wall heavily, and then fell to the ground, spitting blood.

Seeing this scene, Yu Wenbo's complexion changed again and became ugly.

Originally, he thought that Song Hu, as the boss of the Black Tiger Club, was the strongest fighter in the Black Tiger Club. Unexpectedly, a stronger person suddenly appeared, and Song Hu also showed great respect to him.

Involuntarily, fear rose in Yu Wenbo's heart.

"Huzi's skill is too bad, he's no match for you, how about this, I'll practice with you." After kicking the young man away, Brother Chuan continued to walk towards the two, and said to Yu Wenbo with a smile on his face.

Yu Wenbo frowned, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "You are really strong, but you shouldn't choose me as your opponent."

Yu Wenbo felt that this brother Chuan might just be born with great strength, and he should not be as good as himself in terms of fighting skills. After all, Yu Wenbo has been practicing martial arts since childhood, and he is very proficient in wrestling and Sanda. If he really wants to fight, he may not be defeated by the opponent.

"Oh?" Brother Chuan showed an interesting expression, "So, you agreed to try it with me, but"

Brother Chuan paused, and then continued, "Whether you agree or not, you have to fight me."

"I think you are stronger than Song Hu. If you can take my punch, I will give you a happy time."