The Supreme Heir

A Glimpse Of Power

With Lincoln's strong body of 1.83 meters, the fist he swung with all his strength was naturally astonishing. Although in the eyes of professionals, this punch would be somewhat inadequate if it did not hit the vital point and put some effort into defense, but one should not forget now, Lincoln's opponent was just a high school student who gave off a cowardly feeling.

When Lincoln started to take steps, Irving pulled Xena back, who looked worried about the world being unstable, and naturally stood in front of her.

In Irving's mind, a fight must mean beating the enemy a thousand percent but at the same time damaging oneself eight hundred percent. After all, when the enemy was in a hurry and throws random punches, he could always hit himself a few times. He also resisted Lincoln's punch, and then Counterattack and knock down the opponent with one move to intimidate the gangsters surrounding you.

But…

"So slow!" Irving looked at Lincoln, who was moving in slow motion as if he was joking with him. He put his hands in his pockets, turned his head slightly, leaned against Lincoln's outstretched arm, and moved closer.

In the eyes of outsiders, it looked like there was something wrong with Lincoln's eyes. Such a big man could still miss, and even if he missed, he was still besieged by others.

The gangsters all began to boo and laugh. Only Scar, the leader, had a flash of doubt in his eyes, and then he narrowed his eyes and stared cautiously at the two people on the field.

Irving got close to Lincoln, naturally not trying to knock him away with the power of his body. Irving's left leg was slightly bent, then arched to press against Lincoln's belly.

"Aaargh." With a scream, Lincoln, a big man, was actually pushed by Irving so that he was hunched over, with his legs about half a meter off the ground.

Irving didn't wait for Lincoln to land, and kicked his left leg upwards like a whip, hitting Lincoln's chin as he seemed to be falling.

There was a crisp cracking sound of bones breaking in the already quiet alley.

At this time, everyone's eyes were completely attracted to Lincoln, who seemed to have learned acrobatic moves. As soon as Irving took back his feet, Lincoln's backflip body forced its way into everyone's minds like a freeze frame. If it weren't for the fact that Lincoln, who had fallen to the ground and fainted, couldn't close his mouth from spraying blood like a fountain, everyone would probably be applauding.

The scene was a little awkward for a while, and the gangsters seemed to find it difficult to accept this fact. You must know that in the world view of low-level gangsters, body shape was the only criterion for determining force. As for high combat fighters, no matter how high their combat arts skills were, they were afraid of kitchen knives, let alone machetes?

Lincoln, who was 1.83 meters tall, compared with Irving, who is 1.75 meters thin, was actually knocked down with one move.

There were no gasps or any other sounds at the scene. Irving's action was so sudden that no one in the scene could react.

"That was incredible." Xena was naturally not included in that crowd. In her heart, the people in front of her were just a mob. She quickly stepped forward, got close to Irving, raised her little hand and gently beat Irving's arm. It looks a bit like a boxing coach helping the players relax.

"We have to keep vigilant." Irving glanced at Xena, who was very familiar with it, and said seriously. You must know that the matter was not over, maybe it had just begun.

Facing this group of gangsters, Irving could be said to have no pressure, but there was strength in numbers. If the opponent jumped over the wall in a hurry and saw that they couldn't beat him, they could attack Xena which wouldn't be easy to handle.

But this scene had another meaning in the eyes of the gangsters. Seeing that the young men and women surrounded were still flirting boldly after the incident just now, nobody could bear it, let alone this group of gangsters who wanted to show their prospects but had not seen much of the world?

"Fuck, the little bitch is so angry, the boss will chop him up." A young man with colorful hair reacted first, pulled out a Swiss knife from the wooden sheath with a "swish" sound, and stared at Irving with a cold and vulgar look on his face. people.

Many gangsters in the venue responded. As the gangsters continued to pull out various weapons that reflected the cold light from their backs, a trace of chilling air actually appeared in the small alley.

Seeing this scene, Xena couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and quickly moved behind Irving, with her bulging body close to Irving's back, and said softly. "Protect me." Having said that, her eyes flashed from time to time. There was no hint of fear in those cunning eyes.

This incident happened because of him, so Irving would naturally not let Xena get hurt.