Longhair didn’t seem surprised at all. Suddenly, his left foot swept out in a powerful whip kick, aiming for Shawn Young’s ribs. This was one of Longhair’s signature moves—tricky angle, massive force. Even a skilled fighter would have his ribs snapped if he failed to dodge!
The burly, black-faced man strode up to Shawn Young, squinting at Scarface Ma, who was still rolling and wailing on the floor. With a frown, he waved his hand, and two other thugs immediately stepped forward to drag Scarface Ma away.
“Heh heh—Kid, you managed to flatten Scarface Ma in one move. Looks like you’ve got some skills!” The black-faced man sneered at Shawn Young.
“It’s not that I’m amazing, it’s just that Scarface Ma is a total wimp. Seriously, how does your Tiger Mafia keep recruiting such weaklings? It’s enough to make me lose interest in fighting!” Shawn Young said arrogantly.
“Oh! Hahaha—You’re pretty cocky, huh? You must be really confident in your skills. I, Longhair, love going up against tough opponents!” The black-faced man was none other than Longhair, the Tiger Mafia’s top enforcer and Scarface Ma’s boss.
“Oh, so you’re Longhair—the provincial Sanda champ? With skills and fame like yours, why aren’t you competing as a national athlete? Instead, you’re messing around in the mafia. Is it that much fun? What’s the deal? Did you get hit in the head with a door or something?” Shawn Young didn’t bother saving Longhair’s face.
Longhair’s face turned ugly at those words, his dark skin flushing with anger and embarrassment. Clearly, Shawn’s jab hit a sore spot. Furious and humiliated, Longhair glared at Shawn and roared, “You punk, you wouldn’t understand! Take this!”
As soon as he finished, Longhair sprang forward, his body flashing like an arrow. He launched a left hook at Shawn’s face—fast and fierce, the wind whistling from his fist. Shawn quickly ducked, dodging the blow, but Longhair’s right hook followed, aiming for the other side of Shawn’s face. Then his left hand turned into a vicious uppercut, swinging for Shawn’s chest. This was the classic Sanda triple combo—simple but savage, and seriously powerful.
Sanda is China’s unique practical fighting art, born from Xingyi Quan and refined by martial arts masters. With added classical wrestling techniques, it became even more ruthless and effective. Since 1992, it’s been popular among soldiers and athletes, racking up achievements and earning a reputation as a fierce martial art.
Longhair really lived up to his Sanda master reputation—his moves were fierce and relentless, locking down both Shawn’s high and mid-range defenses, and he was clearly holding something back for later. Shawn saw it all clearly, and with a lightning-fast lift and press of his right hand—“Bang! Bang!”—he swatted away the incoming punches, instantly neutralizing Longhair’s ferocious attack.
Longhair didn’t seem surprised at all. Suddenly, his left foot swept out in a powerful whip kick, aiming for Shawn Young’s ribs. This was one of Longhair’s signature moves—tricky angle, massive force. Even a skilled fighter would have his ribs snapped if he failed to dodge!
Shawn Young focused his energy. With a swift motion, his right hand swooped down and clamped onto Longhair’s powerful sweeping kick. Longhair’s face changed—he knew that in a fight, getting a limb caught meant disaster!
Longhair roared, gathering all his strength. He stomped his right heel into the ground and launched himself upward, right knee arched, smashing toward Shawn’s head with terrifying speed. This was one of Longhair’s killer moves—not standard Sanda, but learned from Muay Thai’s devastating knee strike. After intense practice, he’d mastered most of its essence, and now, unleashing it, the move was ferocious!
Shawn Young snorted coldly, channeling his energy. His hands traced a Tai Chi arc in the air as Longhair’s knee came whistling in. But Longhair soon felt his attack sink into a soft, spongy mass—his power vanished! Before he could figure out what happened, Shawn twisted his hands—"Boom!"
Longhair suddenly felt his whole body spinning—a monstrous force whipped him up, spinning him through the air seven or eight times. Dizzy and disoriented, he realized he was trapped by this bizarre power, unable to break free. Terrified, he knew things were about to go south. Sure enough, after a few spins, the force surged up from his heels and exploded in his chest!
"Boom—" Longhair felt like he’d just been slammed by a runaway train. The crushing pain and suffocating impact made him howl in agony as he flew ten meters through the air—"Thud!"—landing headfirst in a giant roadside trash bin, buried in a pile of stinking garbage with only his feet sticking out. Who knows if he’s even alive!
"Ah! Longhair! That punk hurt Longhair! Damn it! Brothers, let’s swarm him—ant versus elephant! Kill him!" The Tiger Mafia thugs exploded in chaos, yelling and waving their weapons as they rushed at Shawn Young.
Shawn Young had just used Longhair for some practice and was feeling the thrill of his Flash Strike technique. Seeing the mob of Tiger Mafia thugs charging, he got even more pumped. He roared, "Bring it on!"
As he spoke, Shawn leaped into the crowd of Tiger Mafia thugs like a tiger among sheep, not giving them a chance to react. With a wave of his hand and a lift of his foot, he unleashed the savage power of Flash Strike—but he avoided their vital spots, and only used half his strength. Even so, dozens of thugs were sent flying like kicked soccer balls, screaming and tumbling through the air, crashing to the ground with broken bones. Their knives and weapons were snapped and scattered everywhere.
This chapter isn’t over yet~.~ Click next page for more action!