Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

"Be careful!" a woman's cry came, and Ma Zhan's thoughts were instantly brought back to reality.

In mid-air, a fat man holding two sickles flew towards him.

The fat man flew too fast, and Ma Zhan kicked the back of the axe without thinking, and pulled the axe handle back with his right hand.

The axe used Ma Zhan's right hand as the axis, drew an arc upwards, and chopped towards the fat man in the sky.

Perhaps the force was too weak, and the axe blade hit the sickle on the wooden handle.

"Oh my god. It didn't break."

The fat man did not land on the ground. He took advantage of the force of Ma Zhan's axe to fly into the air again, retracted his legs, and switched his head and tail positions.

The fat man adjusted his body, put his feet on a tree, and dived towards Ma Zhan's back again.

Ma Zhan only felt a gust of cold wind on his back, and just as the axe was falling, he took advantage of the downward momentum, pushed backward, and jumped up.

The axe swung down like a pendulum, and Ma Zhan in the air threw himself back with all his strength.

"Turtle flips over~"

The fat man's hook was originally aimed at Ma Zhan's scapula, and it was about to hit it.

Unexpectedly, the scapula was gone, and a big axe came towards him.

The fat man in the air had nowhere to gain leverage, so he could only cross the sickle in front of him and use his true energy to withstand the axe.

The fat man who was diving down encountered the axe that was swinging upwards. With a "bang", the axe with the sickle hit the fat man's face.

The flying fat man's protective Qi was broken by an axe, and the sickle handle hit his nose.

He felt a crisp sound of breaking, the bridge of his nose was broken, and blood gushed out of his nose, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Ma Zhan felt that the fat man's face was really hard. The vibration of the axe was transmitted to his hands, and his hands were almost numb.

The fat man had rich combat experience. He hooked his sickle on the ground, pushed forward with his arms, and kicked his feet backward, trying to quickly distance himself from the little bastard.

Seeing the fat man's actions, Ma Zhan thought, "This damn fat guy is scared, go up and beat him."

Ma Zhan's body was at an angle of about forty-five degrees to the ground. He moved his feet forward alternately and rushed towards the fat man with a mountain axe.

Just when the fat man was about to stop rowing, Ma Zhan took a step forward and chopped the fat man with the axe from top to bottom.

The fat man was also a veteran of many battles. He had already anticipated that if the axe hit him, he might be in a worse situation than the man with the steel fork.

He reacted immediately, exerted force with his abdomen, and rolled backward to avoid the fatal axe.

The axe blade cut through the fat man's crotch, grazed his anus, and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the fat man felt a chill in his anus and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Seeing that his attack missed, Ma Zhan dropped his axe to the ground. He used the momentum to support the axe handle, spun forward, and kicked the fat man in the chest who had just rolled over and had not yet stabilized his center of gravity.

The fat man with torn pants slid back a few meters on the ground, and then Ma Zhan's second axe fell from the sky.

The fat man used all his strength to twist to the side, and rolled sideways to move away.

The Axe of Creation struck the ground again, and it rebounded three times in a row. Ma Zhan felt that he could no longer hold the axe handle.

He took the initiative to loosen the axe, used his right leg as the axis, swung his left leg like a scorpion, and kicked the fat man's nose firmly with the sole of his foot.

The fat man sitting on the ground was kicked and fell backwards, with blood gushing out of his nose again.

Ma Zhan didn't stop, he turned in the air and threw a flying elbow, hitting the fat man in the face.

The poor fat man was lying on the ground and was hit in the nose again by a flying elbow.

After this blow, the fat man relied on his vague consciousness to feel that someone was riding on him, and then his face was hit like raindrops.

While being beaten, a slightly childish voice reached his ears.

"When I play basketball, I hate fat, flexible guys the most."

Ma Zhan was throwing a series of punches at the fat man's face, and he was enjoying the result.

"Be careful~" another cry came.

After Zhou Zhiruo's warning, Ma Zhan caught a glimpse of a knife flashing from the corner of his eye. It turned out to be the big man who wielded the knife, rushing towards him with the knife.

The big man took a big step and came behind Ma Zhan in two or three steps.

Ma Zhan had no time to react. He pulled up the fat man's clothes, rolled to the side, and pressed the fat man on himself, using him as a shield.

"Pfft~"

The knife stabbed into the fat man's back, and the tip of the knife came out from his heart and pressed against Ma Zhan's chest.

"Luckily, this is a fat guy. If it was a thin guy, the knife would have pierced my body directly." Ma Zhan felt the tip of the knife against his chest, which was extremely cold.

The fat man spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed right on Ma Zhan's face.

"So fucking disgusting~" Ma Zhan pushed the fat man aside.

It could be that the sword was stuck in the fat man's bones and could not be pulled out, or it could be that the big man had not adjusted his breathing well and was not in good fighting condition at this time.

The big man lost control of the single sword, and the sword slipped out of his hand.

Ma Zhan, lying on the ground, used a scissors kick that he had seen on TV, but the big man dodged it.

Ma Zhan took the opportunity to stand up and half-squat, exerting force with his legs and resting his shoulders on the big man's belly. Ma Zhan remembered that this move was called Tieshan Lean.

Ma Zhan's leaning made the big man feel a little uncomfortable in his stomach. He took a few steps back and put some distance between them.

Ma Zhan wiped the blood off his face before he could see the big man's appearance clearly.

The Chinese character looks big and strong, but has a pair of rat eyes, two fat mustaches, and a garlic nose.

'It's as disgusting as it can be...'

"You look just like a rat, what a pest~."

After Ma Zhan made a sarcastic remark, he moved forward with duck steps.

This ghostly pace confused Mouse Eyes, "What kind of martial arts is this?"

After getting close to the enemy, Ma Zhan threw a feint with a straight punch, then leaned over and hugged Qian's legs.

The ten-year-old child was short to begin with, and when he leaned over to hug Shallow, his hands clasped the popliteal fossa of the rat's eyes.

Without waiting for Rat Eyes to react, Ma Zhan exerted force with his back, lifted Rat Eyes' feet off the ground, and actually carried the whole person on his shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, a bomb fell and hit the ground with a "bang".

Mouse Eyes felt like he was about to be smashed to pieces. He didn't expect this guy to be so ruthless.

He actually suffered from a lack of education. He had never seen the technical moves of MMA.

Ma Zhan didn't expect that using the fighting skills from short videos in actual combat would have such a good effect.

He took advantage of the situation and rode to the upper position, ready to punch out.

Lao Shuyan suffered a great loss and became furious. He would not give Ma Zhan any chance to fight back. He grabbed Ma Zhan's collar and threw him out.

Ten-year-old Ma Zhan is still too light, not in the same weight class, and is difficult to fight.

Ma Zhan stood up and took another step forward with a duck step, this time attacking directly with a combination of punches.

A swinging punch, a straight punch, an uppercut, and a straight punch—four punches in a row. The movements were very beautiful, but he missed.

Fortunately, the last low kick in the whole set of moves hit the outside of Mouse Eyes' calf.

This powerful kick made the big man stagger.

The pain and numbness in his calf almost made the big man lose his balance.