My Billionaire Husband

The people of Pompeii laughed loudly again.

“Having just sent a big fatty away, I thought they wouldn’t dare to brag anymore, but actually they really don’t give up! Hahaha…”

“Right! Hahaha …”

Leo had a clam face and laughed, “You all have reasons anyway! I don’t like discussing this with you either, you are skinny, so you should be flexible enough, right?”

“Yes!”

Harper said, “Leo, let me tell you, I practice the Mantis Fist, which first originated in Toyo and was later stolen by your Pompeii.”

“But then, I despise your Pompeii’s Mantis Fist very much because you practice it in an incoherent way! Today I will use our authentic Mantis Fist to kill you in seconds!”

Harper assumed the riding stance of the Mantis Fist as he curled his hands and bowed in the Mantis Axe Arm stance, his eyes gazing intently at Leo.

“Hahaha …”

The Pompeii man laughed wildly again.

“Just now the Iron Sand Palm was from Toyo, and now the Mantis Fist is from Toyo, and he is saying we stole it from them? This is just too funny!”

“Let’s not get mad, just take it as a joke!”

“Right! The tournament ends on strength, it’s useless for him to say nonsense!”

“Right! Let’s see how this Master Mantis makes a fool of himself in the end.”

…

When Leo felt Harper’s breath was much stronger than Big Fatty’s Iron Sand Palm, he didn’t dare to carry his hands back anymore, so he said with a smile, “It’s interesting, today I saw all kinds of sects showing off themselves.”

However, Leo knew the basic routine of the Mantis Fist.

The Mantis Boxing styles are, Riding Horse Style, Ceremonial Mountain Style, Sitting Tiger Style, Sitting Pan Style, Cicada Catching Style (Void Style), Tiger Head Style, Collapsing Machine Style (Defeat Style), and Cold Chicken Style. The Eight Steps is a scampering and jumping stance.

The body is exceptionally agile, with the hands being more of the imaginary stances and the grounded form of the legwork being the main one.

Immediately, Harper’s thumbs poked at Leo’s eyes like lightning, and Leo blocked with his left hand.

The right leg of Harper kicked at Leo’s head, and Leo’s head was raised back to avoid the fatal blow.

At that moment, Harper jumped in front of Leo with the agility of a monkey.

Harper threw three punches to Leo’s abdomen in quick succession.

Leo was horrified and bounced away with his abdomen. At the moment of the bounce, Leo’s weight was unstable and he stumbled, sitting on the ground.

The people of Pompeii, seeing this state, they were dumbfounded.

Muda Kojilo and the others laughed out loud.

“I don’t think this Leo is impressive, he can’t beat our penultimate man!”

“Right, we still have eight more experts, let’s see how many he can fight with.”

“We think we can win today! Leo will be defeated! If we win today, not only will we win for our country, we will each get a handsome prize.”

“Yeah, last night the president of the Martial Arts League said that if we beat Leo, we can each get a million dollars.”

“A million dollars is enough for me to buy a house and a nice car.”

“A million dollars is enough for me to pick up a beautiful girl.”

“Hahaha …”

When Harper saw Leo sitting on the ground, he was overjoyed and immediately rose into the air and pounced on Leo, trying to pummel Leo’s brain with his right elbow.

However, he never dreamed that when Leo’s left hand supported the ground, he also flew up in the air.

A single flying leg flew over and struck Harper’s brain.

Harper was hit, his body whistling backwards, smashing several of Muda Kojilo’s men.

They all fell to the ground with a miserable cry.

The people of Pompeii laughed wildly again.

“What the hell kind of Mantis Fist is this? I thought you were good, but it is a joke, haha.”

“This Mantis Fist, I should say Mantis blocking a car, haha …”

“Yes, yes, yes! It should be said that it’s a mantis blocking a bull, hahahaha …”

…

Harper passed out again.

Muda Kojilo and the others crawled up from the ground in a mess.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

They were thankful in their hearts that luckily this Harper did not weigh as many hundreds of pounds as the big fat one, otherwise they would have been smashed to the head and bled out.

Muda Kojilo sighed, ‘Damm! I still had my eye on Harper, but I never thought he would drop the ball at the critical moment!”

Leo stood loftily and laughed, “I think we’re tired and slow to fight like this, so you should all go together.”

Muda Kojilo sneered, “Leo, don’t despise us just because you won a few of us! Next, I’ll have someone who was once a special forces soldier to deal with you! Sandre, go!”

“Okay!”

A tall man with a scar on his face stopped out.

He wore a jacket on top, suit trousers underneath and a pair of white trainers on his feet.

He walked out hideously, his gaze like an eagle’s eyes looking at Leo.

He took off the jacket he was wearing, revealing a strong muscles.

He casually moved his joint parts, and there was a clear sound of bones clicking together.

And then, he coldly introduced himself by saying, “Leo, my name is Sandre, I used to be a special forces soldier, and I have killed more people in the battlefield than I can count, humph, but let me tell you, you are very honoured to die in my hands today.”

It was surprised that there was a Special Forces soldier among these few men from Toyo!

After all, those who could be special soldiers were naturally incredibly strong and should not be underestimated, and were not comparable to those martial arts crickets in Toyo.

At this point, Nadine couldn’t help but interject, “Sandre, you think being a special forces soldier makes you great, right? Let me tell you! There are many of us here who have been special forces soldiers, don’t make wild claims, you’ll end up the same as the person lying on the ground.”

Muda Kojilo laughed out loud as he said, “This special soldier of mine once beat up twenty special soldiers by himself, and he ended up killing them all, do you know why he was so powerful? Because he used to be a martial arts instructor at a special forces school!”

At that, a Pompeii man said in disbelief, “I know why he’s so powerful, he must have beaten his trainees.”

Another Pompeii man laughed, “If I were the instructor, I could beat all the trainees by myself.”

Another Pompeii man snorted, “One special forces soldier can beat twenty special forces soldiers? So, are these twenty special forces soldiers dead men? Or are they made by papers?”