Marvel Martial Arts

Chapter 129 Angry Wilson

I didn't have time to pay attention to the name "head of the family" taught by Little Locke to these younger brothers.

Ye Wen looked back at Leng Feng, and immediately said: "Don't worry, I'll go and have a look right now, there will be no problem, I promise!"

Leng Feng was extremely anxious, but he knew it was useless to be anxious, so he could only look at Ye Wen and nodded deeply!

He can only leave the martial arts hall 3000 meters.

Although the distance of 3000 meters is already a huge increase compared with the previous 1000 meters.

But Wilson's home is a full seven kilometers away from the martial arts hall, which is only 7000 meters away.

There is simply no way a cold front can do anything.

"Master Leng Feng, aren't you going?"

Seeing Leng Feng stay in the martial arts hall, instead he asked a young man who he had never seen before and who was unreliable at first glance to go to the rescue with him.

The kid who ran to ask for help was dumbfounded at the time.

Ye Wen was still willing to wait for him to talk nonsense, so he grabbed it and ran out of the gate of the martial arts hall.

"You show me the way!"

"quick!"

A cry woke up the child who had been frightened by Ye Wen's moving speed.

The child nodded immediately, and after trying to distinguish, he pointed the way to Ye Wen.

……

Count 10 minutes ago.

Aunt Wilson's doorstep.

A large group of children fell to the ground in disarray.

More children ran far away and surrounded an open space.

In the middle of the open space, Rock Jr. and Wilson were surrounded by several thin adults.

The two boys had scars and soil stains on their faces, and they obviously suffered a lot.

Although those adults were thin and small, they were holding daggers and iron bars in their hands, and their faces were ferocious. It seemed that they had no intention of holding back their hands just because there were two children in front of them.

And beside this group of people, Aunt Wilson's house was burning.

As for Wilson's aunt and uncle, they were left in the flames.

There are more ills than good luck.

When Locke Jr. and Wilson came with a large group of younger brothers, it was already like this.

The gangsters who set fire to the murder were about to leave.

The furious Wilson rushed forward immediately.

Little Locke followed closely behind.

A group of juniors watched their two bosses get fucked.

Also rushed up one by one.

But except for Rock Jr. and Wilson, everyone else was beaten back.

One or two of them were even seriously injured.

The younger brothers rushing to the back immediately understood that they couldn't go up to die.

There are more than 20 of them in total, but there are more than ten adults on the opposite side.

The combat power is not at the same level at all.

One of the smarter children immediately ran to the martial arts hall, intending to call for reinforcements.

Although Wilson and Rock Jr. are powerful in combat, especially Wilson, after practicing hard skills, his physical fitness is even better than before.

But they are just kids after all.

In terms of size and strength, there is still a big gap with adults.

The two boys fought together for a long time, but they only defeated the three opponents.

But there are still nine left.

Surround them in the middle.

"Why are you doing this!" Little Locke questioned these punks with eyes full of anger.

Wilson reached out and grabbed Little Locke. He had no expression on his face, as if he had completely calmed down. Looking at the adults who surrounded them with sharp weapons in their hands, he never showed any fear.

He slowly whispered: "I don't need to know their reasons, I just need to let them tell if anyone else is involved in this matter before defeating them and killing them..."

The immature voice contained a complete cold killing intent.

These little gangsters were also shocked in their hearts, they didn't expect that these two kids could bring them such a big trouble.

Among them, the black boy was as nimble as an ape. Although he looked ordinary, his fists and feet seemed to be electrified.

When they hit them, it was like a needle was being drilled into the body.

And the other fat boy was not much weaker than them.

Even more frightening.

This fat boy was completely unreasonable in the fight, even if he was struggling to get injured, he kept attacking their vital parts.

Isn't this person afraid of death?
In just half a minute, a group of them were beaten unconscious several times by these two boys!
God, they weren't strong though.

But he is also an adult in his 20s!
How could it be impossible to beat two children?

"Kill them!"

A thin man among the gangsters shouted, and rushed towards the two boys with a dagger in his hand.

Little Locke withdrew, and Wilson stood in front, grabbing the dagger directly with his hands.

With the other hand, he held Little Locke's extended arm, pulled hard, and threw Little Locke to the opponent's face.

Little Locke had already gathered his attacks, following Wilson's strength, he kicked the opponent's eyes.

He didn't spare the slightest bit of strength for this kick.

Now it's not their kids playing house.

Master Leng Feng taught him.

In battle, to be kind to the enemy is to dig your own grave!
Snapped!
A crisp sound.

Blood splattered immediately.

The little gangster who rushed over with the dagger was kicked in the eye socket, and suddenly something flew out of the eye socket, mixed with blood, and fell into the distance.

He immediately let go of the dagger tightly held by Wilson, covered his eyes, and cried out in pain.

He only felt that the piercing pain made his whole scalp explode.

But it wasn't over yet, and Wilson's attack followed.

It turned out that when he threw Little Locke up, Wilson also took a step forward, hooked his legs, and kicked the little bastard's crotch hard.

Snapped!
Another crisp sound.

Click!

There was a crackling sound.

Wilson's strength is much greater than Little Locke's.

If Little Locke is a nimble assassin, relying on internal strength to attack the opponent's vital points to win.

That Wilson is a little reloaded fight.

Not only its own defense is amazing.

The destructive power of each attack is also very exaggerated.

Even if the gangster passed out of shock, blood was pouring from his face and body, and his clothes were stained red.

Even in a coma, the whole person couldn't stop twitching.

With the cooperation of Little Locke and Wilson, a powerful enemy was eliminated.

But the attacks of the remaining few people on the other side also came, and Little Locke was about to be brought to a dagger by inertia.

Wilson pulled it back in the nick of time.

But he himself couldn't move back. A dagger was deeply pierced into his shoulder, and blood gushed out immediately.

Wilson frowned, the pain on his immature face was fleeting, and he regained his composure.

He actually reached out and grabbed the opponent's arm that was about to draw out the dagger, and he threw himself forward, with the other arm tightly wrapped around the opponent's neck.

Naturally, the dagger was inserted deeper!
(End of this chapter)