Hong Kong Movie: Left Bao Er Right Xia He, All His Subordinates Are Incomparable

"Hmph, boy, today I'll show you what true strength is!" Black Tiger snorted coldly, and with a sudden movement of his body, his right leg swept across Che Baoshan's lower body like a whirlwind. This sweep was extremely fierce, with a loud sound of breaking through the air and a strong wind blowing in his face, as if it would cut Che Baoshan in half.

However, Che Baoshan seemed to have anticipated this move. He nimbly shifted his body to the side, easily avoiding the black tiger's sweeping kick. The black tiger's attack missed, and his body swayed slightly, but he quickly regained his footing.

"Interesting." Che Baoshan smiled slightly, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He knew that Hei Hu was no ordinary person. To be the leader of the Hei Gu Boxing Gym, he must have considerable strength.

Seeing his strike miss, Black Tiger roared in anger, clenching his palms and striking back and forth. His attack was like a torrential downpour, the wind so fierce it threatened to submerge Che Baoshan. However, Che Baoshan, like a fish in water, weaved freely within the palm shadows, easily dispelling Black Tiger's attacks.

"Great skills!" Hei Hu couldn't help but admire secretly. He originally thought that with his own strength, he could easily defeat Che Baoshan, but now it seems that this opponent is not easy to deal with.

Black Tiger became more and more anxious as the fight went on. He saw the right moment, suddenly flipped over and flew up, kicked and spun in mid-air, and kicked Che Baoshan in the face with all his strength. He used all his strength in this move, hoping to knock Che Baoshan down in one fell swoop.

However, Che Baoshan seemed to have already seen through his intentions. He lightly blocked Black Tiger's kick with his left hand. At the same time, his right palm surged with power, striking Black Tiger's lower abdomen like lightning.

"Puff!" Hei Hu felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen and was thrown back several steps, nearly falling to the ground. His face was pale, and he looked at Che Baoshan in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"You... who are you?" Hei Hu panted, his voice trembling slightly.

Che Baoshan sneered and said, "You still don't believe in my strength? Then let me show you again."

Before he finished speaking, Che Baoshan's form suddenly shifted. Like a nimble swallow, he transformed, unleashing a series of palm strikes, striking at various acupoints on Black Tiger's body. Black Tiger had no time to react; the palm strikes enveloped him, as if propelled by an invisible force and flung him off the field.

Just as Hei Hu was about to fall out of the arena, Che Baoshan leaped up, his eyes flashing, and swung a knife. This knife hit Hei Hu's back accurately. There was a dull "bang" and Hei Hu fell straight to the ground as if hit hard, falling into a deep coma.

Below the ring, the disciples of the Black Ancient Boxing Gym were all shocked upon seeing this. They had never seen such a powerful opponent, and they had never imagined that someone could defeat Black Tiger so easily.

Che Baoshan stopped and stood still, looking disdainfully at the fallen Black Tiger. Then he looked around and shouted, "I'm going to beat ten of them!"

The arena suddenly fell silent, and all the Heigu disciples were dumbfounded. They looked at each other, no one dared to step forward. In their eyes, Che Baoshan had become an invincible monster.

At this time, a man in a white robe and with a stern face walked out from the crowd. He was the owner of the Black Ancient Boxing Gym - White-Faced Tiger.

"Hmph, young man, don't be so arrogant." White-faced Tiger sneered and said to Che Baoshan, "There is no place for someone as arrogant as you here."

After saying this, he winked at the several muscular disciples beside him. As if understanding, they stepped forward and surrounded Che Baoshan. Their eyes were filled with hostility and provocation, as if they wanted to devour Che Baoshan alive.

Che Baoshan, however, seemed unconcerned with their threats. He maintained his calm demeanor, even a slight scornful smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"A few losers want to block my way? It's an insult to my intelligence!" Che Baoshan said proudly.

Upon hearing this, White-Faced Tiger's face darkened. He snorted coldly and said, "Today, if you can defeat these elite disciples here by yourself, then you will prove that you are qualified to cooperate with me."

"It's a deal!" Che Baoshan accepted Baimianhu's proposal without hesitation. He knew this was the best opportunity to prove his strength.

Then, Che Baoshan jumped onto the stage and gestured to the disciples, saying, "Come on, don't dawdle, I'm in a hurry."

Upon hearing this, the disciples glared in anger. One of them, with a fierce gleam in his eyes, suddenly rushed forward and struck Che Baoshan in the face with his right fist. The punch was as fast as lightning, as if it would smash Che Baoshan's head into a rotten watermelon.

However, Che Baoshan seemed to have anticipated this move. Without even raising his eyelids, he simply tilted his head slightly to avoid the punch. The disciple's full-strength attack missed, and he lost his balance and stumbled a long way.

At this moment, another disciple took advantage of the opportunity to attack from the side. His left foot kicked Che Baoshan's ribs like lightning, trying to catch him off guard. However, Che Baoshan seemed to have eyes on his back and nimbly moved sideways, just avoiding the kick.

He took advantage of the situation and grabbed the man's ankle, throwing him over his shoulder. With a loud bang, the disciple was thrown hard and firmly, hitting the ground deeply, groaning in pain.

"Hey, is that all you've got?" Che Baoshan sneered, effortlessly dispatching the two attackers. His eyes were filled with mockery and contempt, as if to say, "Is that all you've got?"

Seeing this, the other disciples all showed expressions of fear. They no longer dared to act rashly, but just stood far away, looking at Che Baoshan with fear.

Che Baoshan glanced around condescendingly, his arms folded across his chest, looking as if no one could get close to him. His eyes were filled with confidence and dominance, as if to say, "Who else wants to challenge me?"

In just a few seconds, he had easily neutralized the attacks of two disciples. His moves were crisp and smooth, like flowing water, and his strength was unfathomable. This made the remaining two disciples even more nervous and fearful.

They exchanged glances, seemingly seeing the same determination in each other's eyes. The leading disciple whispered to his companions, "Hey, if we both attack together, we can definitely subdue him!"

"Okay! I'll go around behind him, and you feint an attack from the front. I'll attack him by surprise when he's off guard." Another disciple said with a firm look in his eyes.

The two nodded in tacit agreement and quickly took action. The leading disciple shouted loudly and attacked Che Baoshan from the front. His fists were so sharp that it seemed as if he wanted to smash Che Baoshan into a pulp.

Another disciple ducked and spun around Che Baoshan's back, grabbing his waist with both hands and preparing to throw him from behind. Their coordination was perfect, as if they had practiced this move countless times.

However, Che Baoshan seemed to have seen through their plan. He sneered, unfazed. Just as the leading disciple's fist was about to strike, he suddenly swung back and launched a sweeping kick. The kick landed with incredible precision on the calf of the disciple behind him. With a scream of agony, the disciple felt a sharp pain in his leg, lost his balance, and was violently swept to the ground.

Just as Che Baoshan's sweeping kick landed, the disciple in front of him lashed out with a fist. However, Che Baoshan seemed to have anticipated this move. He swung his right fist swiftly and struck the man in the face. With a crisp "crack," the man's nose broke, blood gushing out. He rolled to the side, clutching his nose in agony, wailing.