Some people say that a random punch could kill the old master, while others say that two fists are no match for four hands. This widely circulated discourse is not unreasonable. To a certain extent, it can also be learned and worthy of recognition. Of course, a master who can be beaten to death with random punches must not be a good master. Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and these fists are definitely not very powerful iron fists.
Master. A real master. It is not limited to the number of enemies. Not to mention two or four, even eight or ten, for a real master, it is just a matter of spending a little more energy. It will not affect victory or defeat, or the outcome.
Even age, a factor that is extremely fatal to both men and women, cannot be reflected intuitively in the masters.
The reason why a master becomes a master is because his physical fitness and fighting philosophy are beyond ordinary people. Regardless of whether he is thirty, forty, or even fifty or sixty years old, when facing a strong man who is also thirty years old, the master is 100% sure of victory. This has nothing to do with his age. What matters is that he still has plenty of fighting spirit and can still wave his hands and feet.
In the news, there are often reports of an old man in his 70s or 80s subduing several strong men with knives with his bare hands. Some people say that this is a master among the people. In fact, this is simply a few blind thieves meeting a real master.
In fact, as long as the physical strength is not severely reduced and the body functions are seriously damaged, the older one will have a greater advantage in a life-and-death bloody battle. Because they have enough experience and because they have a composure that young people cannot match. It's also because, through years of exploration, they have a set of combat concepts that are most beneficial to them. This is a valuable asset for young masters who have not seen enough of the colorful world and are not willing to spend too much time studying combat theory.
Yamamoto.
Having gone through hundreds of battles, big and small, Japan's number one samurai, who once topped the global killer list, was in his prime, with energy and physical strength at their absolute peak. An opponent like him is the most terrifying enemy.
So the moment Yamamoto appeared next to Ah Si, his slightly flustered heart was comforted to the greatest extent. He even couldn't help but light a cigarette to relieve his tense emotions.
However, Xiao Zheng's attack without warning and Yamamoto's thunderous counterattack once again stretched Ah Si's nerves.
this. .
Ah Si swallowed hard and murmured to himself with horrifying eyes: "It's too scary..."
The speed, strength, the terrifying killing intent emanating from his body, and the fierce attacks that were completely different from ordinary gangster fights, all made Ah Si quickly realize that once Yamamoto failed, he and Mr. Zhao would probably Being destroyed instantly by Xiao Zheng, there was no suspense.
Buzz.
Yamamoto pulled out the blade boldly, and under the dim light, the cold light of the blade suddenly appeared. At an unpredictable speed, he struck at the side of Xiao Zheng's neck. At the same time, the blade in Xiao Zheng's hand approached Yamamoto's head. In an instant, the two of them fell into a life-and-death situation. exciting.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Keng.
When both sides faced fatal attacks, their bodies deviated from their original trajectory at the same time. While cleverly avoiding the opponent's attack, they both swung their blades and collided without any suspense. It makes a sharp and piercing sound. There was even more intense firelight colliding in the air. Heart-warming.
After a fierce and brief collision, Xiao Zheng, who was standing back to back, did not pause at all. Without even looking back, the blade in his hand slashed out diagonally again. The blade arrives first, and the man turns around.
call out.
The blade broke the air and tore apart the space. When a terrifying sound was heard breaking through the air, Xiao Zheng's blade was already approaching Yamamoto's throat.
At the same time, Yamamoto had no time to draw his katana. As Xiao Zheng's blade continued to expand in his eyes, he tiptoed and ejected backward at an extremely fast speed. It fell back to the place where Xiao Zheng was before.
Woohoo. .
There was a heart-piercing cold wind in the air, the lights in the cold and damp parking lot were dim, and the figures were strange, as if they were huge monsters, roaring and ferocious. Together with the howling wind, it seemed to tear people's hearts apart. Shock the soul.
The battle between the two sides was only between lightning and flint. It was short, fast, but thrilling, with a thin line between life and death. Not to mention Yamamoto, who was in the midst of the authorities, even Ah Si, who was standing aside, forgot to smoke the cigarette between his fingers. The scalp is numb and the mouth is dry.
The two people's movements of facing each other are comparable to those of the world's top athletes. Xiao Zheng turned around and chopped the knife, as if every muscle in his body could be used, bursting out with astonishing power. Otherwise, how could he have counterattacked at that moment? And Yamamoto's final rebound movement was as fast as a gust of wind and as fast as a ghost. Not to mention a knife, even a bullet would probably not hurt him at all.
However.
Something surprising happened.
Just as Ah Si secretly applauded the two of them for their wonderful opening show, Yamamoto, who had returned to the place where Xiao Zheng was before, raised his hand slightly and touched his slightly cold neck.
The area touched by the fingers felt warm and moist, and a strong fishy smell came from his nose. Yamamoto raised his hand and saw that his fingers were stained with red blood. But there was no horror at all. The only thing that emerged in his chest was endless anger.
A very shallow but long wound was left on Yamamoto's throat, and the blood stopped even a few seconds after it squeezed through the skin and poured out of the body. This is enough to prove that the wound is so shallow that it can quickly repair itself and stop bleeding without applying any external force. But for a world-famous older generation of top killers like Yamamoto, it was a maddening humiliation.
Keng.
Yamamoto pulled out the katana that was standing firmly on the ground, and a ferocious look appeared on his originally calm and indifferent face. His bloodthirsty eyes stared at Xiao Zheng who was standing there, and said in a cold voice: "I will break you into pieces." Thousands of corpses."
"Nonsense." Xiao Zheng raised his sword and said expressionlessly. "Say it like I'm going to let you go."
call out.
Yamamoto lost interest in communicating with Xiao Zheng. He waved the sharp and cold-gleaming samurai sword with both hands, and rushed towards Xiao Zheng like a meat grinder, with extraordinary momentum.
"He's injured." Ah Si said slightly worriedly.
"It's a small matter." Mr. Zhao on the side stared at the two people on the battlefield with a solemn face.
Little things.
Ah Si was stunned for a moment, and then he understood the meaning of Master Zhao's words.
yes. A top killer like Yamamoto, as long as he is still alive, as long as he can still hold the weapon, not to mention just a very shallow cut on his neck, even if an arm or a leg is broken, he can kill anyone who is not in an instant The enemy of his opponent.
This is the biggest advantage of the killer.
As long as he survives, his opponent will die.