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Known for being fast, ruthless and accurate.

His arms seemed to be equipped with powerful motors, swinging at a dazzling speed, forming a vortex of fist wind that was visible to the naked eye.

Each of his punches contained the profound skills he had cultivated over many years, and the wind from his punches whistled as if it could tear the air apart.

This extremely strong fist wind, carrying a force like a tidal wave, slammed towards Fisk's head. The fist wind whistled like a surging, unstoppable storm, sweeping in with a devastating force.

The sound of the wind was sharp and piercing, as if it could tear the void apart. The powerful force contained in it was frightening, and it almost swept up everything around it, leaving no chance for people to dodge or resist. It was hard to resist, as if the slightest contact would crush them completely by this violent force.

At the same time, Terry Bogard was not to be outdone. His steps were flexible and varied, like a dancer skating on ice, and he instantly got close to Fisk.

He clenched his right fist, and all the strength in his body instantly gathered on this fist, bursting out with powerful force and performing the "Bang".

This is also one of Terry Bogard's special skills.

The fist came from Bajiquan, and there seemed to be an invisible energy shield on it. It was shining with light and hit Fisk's abdomen with a devastating force, as if it would pierce through it.

Fisk remained calm in the face of the two men's swift attacks, not showing any signs of panic. He slightly turned sideways, his movements as light as a ghost, and easily dodged Terry Bogard's fierce "Bang".

At the same time, he raised his arm without hesitation, which was as thick as a thousand-year-old tree. The muscles on his arm bulged and the veins popped out, and he blocked the "Whirlwind Fist" that Dong Zhang had unleashed with all his strength.

Dong Zhang only felt as if his fist had hit an indestructible, extremely hard steel plate. A powerful recoil force instantly came along his arm and quickly spread throughout his body like an electric current, making his arm numb and even his entire arm tremble slightly.

At the same time, the sound of metal collisions continued to be heard.

However, Dong Zhang and Terry Bogard did not back down.

After Dong Zhang landed, he quickly adjusted his body shape like an agile cheetah.

Then, there was no pause.

His legs kicked out in a series of movements like wind wheels, and each kick was accompanied by a whistling sound, as if it was going to tear the air apart.

This was his specialty, the "Golden Heel Drop". Every kick seemed to carry a tremendous force, as heavy as a mountain. His goal was clear, pointing directly at Fisk's lower body. Every attack was carried out with a resolute will, trying to break Fisk's seemingly indestructible defense with a thunderous force.

Terry Bogard did not hesitate either. He jumped up like a swift eagle. His body spun flexibly in the air, his movements smooth and natural, as if he was perfectly integrated with the surrounding air without any obstruction. His feet kicked out alternately at lightning speed, and each kick brought a sharp sound of wind, which was dazzling.

This is his ultimate move, "High Track Fountain", which is incredibly powerful. He is like a high-speed fighting machine in the air, his feet constantly changing the angle and strength, attacking like a storm, not giving Fisk any chance to breathe.

The two cooperated closely and had a tacit understanding. Dong Zhang focused on the lower body, and his swift and powerful "Golden Heel Drop" continuously hit Fisk's leg defense like a storm, while Terry Bogard focused on the upper body, and his "High Track Fountain" was like a meteor chasing the moon, attacking Fisk's chest, head and other vital parts again and again.

This was almost a fatal scene for ordinary people. The cooperation between Dong Zhang and Terry Bogard was seamless, and the attack was like a storm, which was terrifying.

However, to Fisk, all this was not a threat at all. He did not even try to dodge, but just stood firmly where he was.

Fisk still had that contemptuous smile on his face, as if the attack in front of him was just an innovative threat of force from an elementary school student.

Fisk's body stood firm like a mountain. Dong Zhang's "Golden Heel Drop" kick with a tremendous force was like kicking an indestructible diamond. The recoil force caused Dong Zhang, a Muay Thai master, to feel a sharp pain in his legs.

Terry Bogard's "High Track Fountain" continued to hit Fisk's upper body, but his body only shook slightly, with no signs of injury at all.

Fisk looked at the two men coldly and said, "Is this all you can do? I'm really disappointed!" His voice was low and powerful, and it was clearly heard by Dong Zhang and Terry Bogard during the fierce battle.

Dong Zhang and Terry Bogard were startled, but they did not back down. They quickly exchanged a firm look and launched a new round of attack.

Dong Zhang shouted loudly, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly. He gathered his strength in his legs and launched a more rapid "Golden Heel Drop". Each kick was accompanied by a sound of breaking wind, as if he wanted to kick through the air.

Terry Bogard was not to be outdone. He took a deep breath and the energy in his body surged like a torrent. The power of the "High-Rail Fountain" was even greater than before, and his feet kicked alternately at such a speed that a phantom was formed.

Their attacks were closely coordinated, like waves one after another, leaving Fisk no chance to breathe.

Dong Zhang's leg wind and Terry Bogard's kicks intertwined to form an impenetrable attack net that enveloped Fisk.

Fisk remained calm, with his hands folded across his chest, as if waiting for the two men to attack. However, his eyes suddenly became dark, and colorful light enveloped his body invisibly, like a metal barrier.

When the attack was approaching, he suddenly moved. His movements were as fast as lightning. He dodged sideways and avoided Dong Zhang's heavy kick. At the same time, he stretched out a hand and accurately grabbed Terry Bogard's ankle. With a strong swing, Terry Bogard's body flew out.

It hit a passing car not far away.

The enormous force caused his body to pierce through the car.

Innocent passers-by were crushed into pieces.

When Dong Zhang saw this, his eyes were filled with fear.

Fortunately, Terry Bogard was not fatally injured.

He launched a desperate attack, trying to buy Terry Bogard time to recover and adjust.

His legs were like rapidly spinning windmills, kicking towards Fisk like a violent storm. He used up all his strength in each kick, bringing up gusts of sharp wind that seemed to tear the space apart.

He kept roaring out of his mouth, and his voice was full of anger and determination.

But Fisk was different from his usual self and became like a ghost, his figure was erratic and elusive.

With his incredible speed and agility, he easily dodged all of Dong Zhang's torrential attacks.

Not only that, he also counterattacked from time to time, and each attack was accompanied by shocking power.

Fisk's fist was like a cannonball, swift and heavy, and each blow was accurately aimed at Dong Zhang's flaws.

The power of the sonic boom was enough to split mountains and rocks, making it difficult for Dong Zhang to resist.

Every time Dong Zhang's power collided with Fisk's, he felt like he was hit by a huge mountain. His body trembled involuntarily and his steps began to stagger.

Terry Bogard getting up from the ground.

Seeing that Dong Zhang was gradually losing the upper hand and the situation was not good, he thought to himself that something was wrong and without any hesitation, he rushed forward like an arrow to support Dong Zhang.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

His eyes opened wide, and all the strength in his body instantly gathered in his right arm.

In an instant, a raging flame ignited on his fist. The flame was so hot and dazzling that it seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

He roared, swung his flaming fist, and with an unstoppable momentum, hit Fisk's face fiercely, as if he wanted to burn Fisk's face to ashes.

Fisk seemed unusually calm in the face of this fierce attack.

He tilted his head slightly, and with clean and neat movements, he avoided Terry Bogard's powerful punch just in time.

Almost at the same moment, he launched a counterattack at an extremely fast speed, his leg muscles tensed instantly, and he kicked Terry Bogard's abdomen fiercely.

The kick was fast and fierce, with a whistling sound, as if a gust of wind was blowing past.

Terry Bogard reacted very quickly. His years of combat experience allowed him to react instinctively at the critical moment. He leaned back, and the power of his waist and abdomen burst out instantly. He was like a bent bow, and he narrowly avoided the fatal kick.

But cold sweat still broke out on his forehead, and he secretly marveled at Fisk's strength and speed.

When Fisk saw that his kick missed, a trace of ferocity flashed across his face.

His attacks came one after another like a storm, not giving Terry Bogard and Dong Zhang any chance to breathe. Fisk's fist was like a falling meteor, with a chilling whistle, and it hit Terry Bogard swiftly. Terry Bogard hurriedly dodged to the side, but Fisk's attack was so fast that his shoulder was still grazed, and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body.

Then, Fisk spun around and swept his leg across. His strong and powerful thigh was like a huge iron stick, sweeping towards Dong Zhang fiercely.

Dong Zhang quickly jumped up and narrowly avoided the attack, but he stumbled when he landed and almost fell.

Fisk saw the opportunity and rushed towards Terry Bogard, grabbing his shoulders with his hands like iron clamps.

Terry Bogard tried to break free, but found that Fisk was incredibly strong.

Fisk pulled hard and Terry Bogard's arm was torn off, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Terry Bogard screamed in pain and his face turned pale in an instant.

Seeing this, Dong Zhang's eyes widened with anger, and he rushed towards Fisk desperately, wanting to rescue Terry Bogard.

But Fisk just smiled coldly, turned around and kicked Zhong Dongzhang in the chest.

Dong Zhang only felt a huge force coming, his ribs broke instantly, his body flew out like a cannonball, and fell heavily to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Fisk did not give up. A creepy smile appeared on his hideous and twisted face, and his eyes flashed with cruelty and madness.

He walked towards Terry Bogard step by step with heavy and murderous steps, and his devil-like figure loomed over Terry Bogard, who was already seriously injured and powerless.

Fisk once again stretched out his bloody, thick, and veiny hands, and grabbed Terry Bogard's other arm and leg tightly like an iron clamp.

His fingers dug into Terry Bogard's muscle and bone.

The intense pain stimulated Terry Bogard to scream in despair.

Then, Fisk let out a wild beast-like roar, his muscles bulged, and he tore violently with all his strength.

In an instant, accompanied by a heart-wrenching tearing sound, Terry Bogard's body was brutally split into three pieces.

Blood gushed out from the fracture like a fountain, splattering all around, forming a bloody rain curtain. The internal organs rolled out from the ruptured abdomen, and the warm, still slightly trembling organs made a sickening sound when they came into contact with the cold ground.

Terry Bogard's body was twitching in extreme pain. The broken muscles and bones were jagged, and strands of flesh and blood were hanging on the white bones. It was a horrible sight, as if he was in hell.

Dong Zhang endured the severe pain and struggled to stand up and escape.

He had completely lost the desire to continue fighting, especially with the death of his teammates, he no longer had the confidence to defeat Fisk.

Fisk didn't give Dong Zhang any chance. He strode up to Dong Zhang like a ferocious beast.

The heavy footsteps seemed to be able to crush the ground, and every step carried the breath of death.

Without hesitation, he raised his right foot and stomped hard on Dong Zhang's back. The huge sole of his foot was like a mountain pressing down on his head. The powerful force made Dong Zhang's spine make a creepy cracking sound, and he fell to the ground instantly, unable to move.

Dong Zhang struggled desperately, his limbs frantically scratching the ground, trying to break free from this fatal suppression. Veins popped out on his face, his eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, but it was all in vain. Fisk's cruel power was like an irresistible fate, nailing him to the ground.

Fisk stretched out his hands towards Dong Zhang's head, his hands were like the claws of a devil. He tightly grasped Dong Zhang's head, his fingers deeply sunk into his scalp, and blood instantly gushed out from between his fingers.

Then, he twisted it violently, and with a chilling "crack" sound, Dong Zhang's neck was cruelly broken. The breaking sound was particularly clear in the silence, like a death knell.

Dong Zhang's head was instantly separated from his body, and blood spurted out from his broken neck, forming a scarlet column of blood.

Fisk picked up Dong Zhang's head without mercy. The eyes on the head were still wide open, as if telling the final despair. He threw it aside casually like throwing away garbage. Dong Zhang's head rolled on the ground for several times, covered with dust and blood, and finally stopped in a dark corner. The empty eyes seemed to still stare at this cruel world.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.

Fisk stood in a pool of blood, his body covered in blood, like a demon walking out of hell.

The people around were frightened by the horrific scene and fled in all directions, with screams and cries coming one after another.

In the distance, Lester, who had just slowly stepped out of the car, happened to see this extremely bloody and horrifying scene. He was stunned at first, then he wrinkled his lips subconsciously and looked at the bloody body with some disgust.

Then, he walked towards her as if nothing had happened.

"Boss, did you fly here?" Lester tilted his head and asked suspiciously, "It's only been three minutes since I received the news.

God, maybe NASA should invite you to be a consultant.

Imagine if you gave their rocket a hand when it was about to take off, it would soar into the sky and break through the Milky Way!"

Lester made faces as he spoke, and his expression was so funny.

His two sentences immediately resolved the bloody and murderous scene.