Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

While the big black guy was stunned, Ma Zhan quickly approached him.

Ma Zhan mastered the three types of boxing, straight punch, swing and hook, and like a perpetual motion machine, he indiscriminately attacked wherever he could reach.

The big black guy was not polite either. Every time he attacked with all his strength, he could send Ma Zhan flying dozens of steps away.

The big black guy was so powerful that every attack could break Ma Zhan's defense.

The protective red cloud energy was like a thin sheet of iron, which was vulnerable to the hammer-like fist.

Ma Zhan was blown away more than a dozen times, and mud and blood mixed with water flowed all over his body.

The big black guy was hit by more than a hundred punches, and countless small wounds below his abdomen were bleeding.

Ma Zhan felt depressed.

'This thing can't be penetrated by arrows or chopped down by axes.

The combination of the Tiger Finger Array and the Scarlet Cloud Qi could only break his skin.

Is this all about defense?

The big black guy was shaking with pain, but it seemed that Ma Zhan was more seriously injured.

After more than a dozen heavy blows, he was definitely suffering internal injuries.

But this kid was not affected by the internal injuries at all, and continued to fight relentlessly in close combat.

The battle continued for a few more breaths, and the black man's lower body was basically unsightly, with blood oozing out of his dense little eyes.

Ma Zhan felt even worse, as if his internal organs were shattered.

In the end, Ma Zhan was the first to give in. He sat down under a big tree and didn't move, breathing heavily.

The big black guy was really angry after being beaten. Old Jin arranged for him to train this kid himself, but he didn't expect that this little bastard would kill him and would not stop until he beat his butt to pieces.

The big black man walked towards Ma Zhan with his legs covered in blood. As soon as he made this move, Ma Jiu, who was not far away, exclaimed.

"Not good~."

Ma Jiu seemed to remind Mr. Jin.

Reminded by Ma Jiuyi, Mr. Jin suddenly thought of something and immediately waved his hand.

What Ma Jiu was worried about was not Ma Zhan, but the black bear.

Ma Zhan is a very insidious guy. Maybe he has some tricks waiting for Black Bear.

Ma Jiu and Jin Lao guessed correctly. The reason why Ma Zhan waited until the snow to take revenge was because he had hidden his weapons in advance.

Once the snow is buried, everything is white.

No one except himself knew what kind of weapons were hidden where.

This time, the place where the horse is standing is where the most powerful and deadly weapon is hidden.

It took Ma Ba half a year to make this repeating crossbow, and the crossbow string was made from the tendons of sea dragons.

Mengyao set up formation patterns for the crossbow and ten iron arrows, but she hasn't tested their specific power.

However, Ma Zhan was sure that it would be no problem to kill a sixth-rank warrior in a sneak attack.

Seeing the big black man walking towards him, Ma Zhan knew that his plan had succeeded again.

Ma Zhan endured dozens of heavy blows from the big black guy just to provoke him.

Ma Zhan took the initiative to admit defeat in order to give him a chance to beat him.

Ma Zhan chose the right moment and raised his crossbow to shoot when a white object fell from the sky.

It landed with a loud bang, between Ma Zhan and the big black guy.

"It turns out to be a person~."

This man was dressed the same as the big black guy, but he had red hair and a plump white body, and looked a little taller than the big black guy.

"Damn you, monkey, are you done yet, you black and white bears?"

Ma Zhan felt like his brain was about to collapse. He was about to report a straight when the opponent stole a bomb and threw it out.

You are like a little chicken in front of the black and white bears. Don't let them tear you apart.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

While shooting ten crossbow arrows, Ma Zhan moved closer to Meng Yao.

After shooting all ten crossbow arrows, he picked up Mengyao with one arm and turned to run.

After a few breaths, Lao Ma arrived in time.

Ma Zhan threw Mengyao directly onto the horse's back and climbed onto the horse nimbly.

The old horse's four hooves sped away like a turbine to escape from the bandit stronghold area in Laoshan.

Ma Zhan beat the big black guy pretty badly, although he was even worse off than him.

Afraid that the big black guy would still be angry, the two of them didn't even go to the bamboo courtyard, but rode directly back to Qingshui City.

The two elders of the Meng family who were hiding in Qingshui City saw Ma Zhan galloping on his horse.

It was obvious that the boy was seriously injured. The two elders looked at each other and immediately passed the news to the head of the family.

A few days ago, the cicada catchers collectively evacuated Qingshui City, leaving behind the head of the Meng family and several elders.

They believed that with Meng Yao around, the Meng family would be absolutely safe.

In fact, every move of the Meng family is under Ma San's surveillance.

If Yuehua hadn't stopped Ma San from taking action, these clowns would have already reported to the west city gate.

Ma Zhan was shirtless and his pants were torn like strips of cloth.

Covered in blood, he ran to the Qingshui Marquis Mansion in one breath.

Ma San, who was sitting at the door basking in the sun, saw Ma Zhan's appearance and picked him up from the horse.

Ma Zhan glanced at Ma San, knew he was safe, and fell asleep all of a sudden.

When Ma Zhan woke up, it was already evening.

Yuehua, Zhao Shuang'er, Mengyao, Ma Botong, Ma San and others were crowded in the small bedroom of Ma Zhan and Mengyao.

Ma Zhan was lying on the bed, bandaged like a mummy and couldn't move at all.

Looking at Shuang'er's concerned eyes, Ma Zhan chuckled.

"Mom~, I'm at the sixth rank."

Zhao Shuang'er touched Ma Zhan's cheek and said.

"Huzi is awesome. You must be hungry. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you right away."

"Eat meat...the bacon that my father brought back last time." Ma Zhan said with a smile.

Yuehua and Ma Botong looked at the warm mother and son, and felt a strange feeling in their hearts that was hard to describe.

Zhao Shuang'er went to make food. Ma Botong and Ma San saw that Ma Zhan was still thinking about eating meat, so they thought that nothing was wrong and left the room.

Yuehua sat down in front of the bed and said with heartache.

"Huzi, if you think it's hard, then we won't practice martial arts."

Ma Zhan looked at the extremely beautiful woman in front of him and was deeply moved.

"Yuehua really loves me, even more than her own son."

Ma Zhan joked in order to hide his emotions.

“It’s not bitter, not bitter at all.

I didn’t realize when I was little that I was actually a martial arts genius. I almost beat that big guy to death.”

How could Yuehua not know what Ma Zhan was thinking? Yuehua knew every detail of the battle outside the bandit camp in Laoshan.

Seeing his nonsensical look, he just wants to make himself feel at ease.

Tears began to well up in Yuehua's eyes.

She looked at Ma Zhan silently, feeling even more distressed.

He is still a ten-year-old child. Is his personality like his father or his mother?