Space folds.
After confirming this, Dong Zheng understood that he couldn't go from here until he made an action that was in line with Cui Zuojing's wishes.
Do you have to fight head-to-head...
Dong Zheng closed the door, and no longer let his vision be disturbed by the folded space, he turned around and faced the very relaxed Cui Zuojing.
The young man was observing his every move, seeing that Dong Zheng finally chose to fight, and said with a smile: "That's right, escaping is not the best choice in case of trouble."
Dong Zheng: "But it's not ashamed to face an opponent you know is invincible. I prefer to call it a strategic retreat."
"But unfortunately, you don't have the chance to retreat." Cui Zuojing said leisurely, "Come on, let you go first and see how the training results during this period of time."
"Okay." Dong Zheng stood at the closed door with sharp eyes, ready to attack.
Cui Zuojing put one hand in his pocket and watched indifferently what tricks he could come up with.
The next moment, a slight needle-like pain appeared between the eyebrows, followed by unavoidable dizziness.
This was expected by Cui Zuojing, he had long thought that Dong Zheng would use the most favorable start to meet him.
But he doesn't care at all—Dong Zheng has been looking for him to test his abilities these days, expecting to develop further functions.
Being dizzy was really uncomfortable, so Cui Zuojing closed his eyes as he had done many times before, waiting for the mental disturbance to pass.
Dong Zheng can't hold on for too long now, and even if he closes his eyes, he can overturn Dong Zheng with one hand.
So he closed his eyes with peace of mind.
after a few seconds.
As expected, the weak airflow brought by the attack did not appear around him. Cui Zuojing didn't even hear the footsteps of Dong Zheng coming over. Among the whistling winds from the vents, there was only the slight sound of metal collision.
not good!
Cui Zuojing suddenly opened his eyes and frowned at the distorted scenery in front of him. He felt like vomiting, but it didn't matter to him who had suffered countless hardships - there was no one in front of him, and Dong Zheng was gone. trace.
He turned around immediately, the man didn't know when he reached the end of the corridor behind him, most of his body had already climbed into the air vent above, only one leg was left outside, and in this blink of an eye, even this leg was into the pipeline.
Cui Zuojing: "..."
Shame!
And within five seconds when Cui Zuojing closed his eyes, Dong Zheng did a series of things with amazing speed and clear thinking:
First, he turned around and opened the door and walked in, using the space to fold behind Cui Zuojing, and closed the door to prevent Cui Zuojing from seeing his tracks through the open door the moment he opened his eyes.
Then he stepped on the nearest box to remove the vent and climbed inside.
There is absolutely no chance of winning, even if Cui Zuojing wanted to release water for him to release the flood, it would not be possible to win, on the contrary, he would be tricked.
A strategic retreat is not a shameful thing. His ultimate goal is to get the key and eliminate other people, not including defeating Cui Zuojing.
Cui Zuojing was stomped angrily and could only run over while shouting, "You are a shame!"
He looked up and saw only a short upward structure, followed by a horizontal right-angle bend, and Dong Zheng had disappeared.
Cui Zuojing immediately stepped on the box, because he had to stand on tiptoes to reach it because of his height. He grabbed the edge of the vent with both hands, and jumped up lightly as he pushed his arms upwards.
However, before his eyes could adjust to the dark environment in the pipe, he felt a gust of wind blowing across his face!
At this time, Cui Zuojing's hands were still busy climbing the pipeline and could not be freed at all.
Even so, he released his hand very sharply, twisting with amazing flexibility, making the punch barely rubbing the tip of his nose.
Even engaged in a sneak attack!
It has to be said that Cui Zuojing was really hit by Dong Zheng's successive non-playing cards. He thought that when he got the chance to leave, Dong Zheng would crawl away at the fastest speed, but he didn't expect that Dong Zheng didn't even want to escape at all. Everything is for the purpose of occupying favorable terrain and creating surprises.
- Dong Zheng knew very well that this was the only way to win.
At the moment when Cui Zuojing let go of his hand and ducked sideways, Dong Zheng held his left shoulder with the other hand without any mistake. With the strength of an adult man, he easily dragged Cui Zuojing, who had not yet disappeared, into the pipe. Cui Zuojing's right wrist holding the scabbard with one foot, making him temporarily unable to attack with the weapon.
Two people were squeezed into the cramped ventilation duct. Dong Zheng was very ruthless. He stepped on Cui Zuojing's knuckles and forced him to let go. He immediately kicked the scabbard out of the duct.
-Everyone's training is like this on weekdays. With the presence of Xiong and Victor, there is no need to worry about causing damage to each other. Except for Dong Zheng who is not easy to repair, everyone else has been beaten by Cui Zuojing and fractured.
Especially Dong Linhai.
The hand-to-hand combat in a small environment is the most favorable situation for Dong Zheng. He suddenly threw Cui Zuojing on the side wall of the pipe, and with a loud bang, kicked his knee into the teenager's thigh, trying to suppress his resistance.
But for Cui Zuojing, it was of little use.
The pain was not too strong, but it aroused blood, making him excited. Cui Zuojing twisted slightly to the side, and Dong Zheng felt as if he was holding a slippery fish in his arms. He broke free.
The wind was blowing in from the other end of the pipe. In the dark, they couldn't see each other's movements and expressions clearly, but they could hear each other's interlaced breathing sounds. Cui Zuojing pulled out his hand from under Dong Zheng's shoe, and with a rather stern gesture, punched Dong Zheng's left cheek from the side!
Dong Zheng groaned in pain, and pressed Cui Zuojing against the wall of the pipe with all his body weight. He tried to use the small space to restrict the movement of the young man. He grabbed Cui Zuojing's chin with one hand and hit his abdomen with his elbow.
At the same time, Cui Zuojing also truly felt the pain Dong Zheng brought him. His face, neck, and abdomen were at a passive disadvantage at the beginning. Dong Zheng, a big man weighing more than 160 pounds, Cui Zuojing in such an awkward posture, it is inconvenient to exert force, it is really difficult to break free from the shackles.
But the teenager only did one thing.
His untouched hand reached into his pocket and squeezed out a tarot card.
That was when he eliminated Lin Hang, and he walked away from the opponent.
Cui Zuojing slashed hard on the pipe behind him with his backhand, and slid into the steel structure as silently as a tarot card knife cut tofu, and cut it open in a flash.
With his other hand, he grabbed Dong Zheng's head, and before the other side stopped him, he slashed again!
The vent was not buried deep enough, Cui Zuojing slapped it hard, and the card was completely submerged, penetrating the building.
The light from the hallway below shone faintly.
The boy roared, raised his legs and stomped on the upper wall of the ventilation duct from Dong Zheng's side.
At this moment, the muscles of his whole body exerted force, and the pipe against which he was back made an overwhelmed sound. After half a breath, in Dong Zheng's eyes mixed with surprise and horror, the whole collapsed!
clap la la-
The two fell together with the iron sheet cement, still maintaining the posture of Cui Zuojing being held in his arms by Dong Zheng, and fell heavily on the carpet.
At the moment of landing, Dong Zheng's elbows barely supported the ground, and he didn't lie on Cui Zuojing's body. It was like this. His head was still downward due to inertia, and the corners of his lips brushed the tip of the boy's ears.
The tips of the ears are a little cooler than the lips.
Dong Zheng was stunned for a moment. It was this ten thousandth of a second of hesitation that prevented him from adjusting his posture and continuing the battle with Cui Zuojing.
Cui Zuojing pushed Dong Zheng, who was supporting him, away, turned over neatly, and pulled Dong Zheng's collar with one hand while he got up.
He was really annoyed, he clenched Dong Zheng's collar tightly, and while the other hand clenched his fist and punched Dong Zheng's stomach, he yanked him towards him and slammed his head down hard!
boom!
The young boy's bright forehead unceremoniously hit the bridge of Dong Zheng's tall nose. Dong Zheng's eyes went black, and after his nose lost consciousness for a few seconds, something warm seemed to spurt wildly!
Cui Zuojing pushed him back hard, then pulled him over again, bowed his head, and hit him!
boom!
The height difference between the two made Cui Zuojing's headbutt extremely efficient, and it could directly hit the most vulnerable part of Dong Zheng's face - the bridge of the nose.
After three consecutive strokes, Cui Zuojing finally stopped, because at this moment, he himself could not bear the pain.
He touched his nose, the blood on his hand.
Under the influence of the blood contract, Dong Zheng faithfully returned half of his injuries to him.
The blood poured out of his nose like water, and was wiped away by Cui Zuojing, smearing the lower half of his face. In addition, there was Dong Zheng's nosebleed on his forehead, and his face was blood red, looking very terrifying.
Cui Zuojing scolded in a low voice, feeling as if the bridge of his nose was about to be broken - this was all made by him.
Thinking of this made him even more angry.
Dong Zheng has been beaten up.
Cui Zuojing loosened his collar, and the man staggered two steps on his hind legs, barely stabilizing his figure until his back hit the wall.
Blood dripped on his collar, and when his vision finally became clear, Dong Zheng was stunned by the sight in front of him.
The boy's face was covered in blood, and even the black eyelashes were stained with blood. At that moment, Dong Zheng really felt what suffocation was.
Weird feeling.
"Where is the injury?" He thought that Cui Zuojing was injured when he fell, so he endured dizziness and stepped forward, not even noticing how urgent his tone was.
Before Cui Zuojing made a sound, Dong Zheng had quickly turned over all the pockets on his body. He couldn't find anything that could be used to stop the bleeding, so he had to take off his shirt and stop the bleeding for Cui Zuojing.
"It's your injury that returned to me." Cui Zuojing covered his nose and replied in a stern voice.
The teenager pointed to his forehead and said, "Look, your nosebleed."
"… "
Dong Zheng's movements stopped, and with hindsight, he realized that he was just like a nerve, and turned his head a little embarrassedly, leaving only Cui Zuojing's profile.
After a long silence, he raised his hand to cover his nose like a flood, and said, "Oh."
Cui Zuojing: "...Pfft."
He couldn't hold back, and was successfully laughed out by Dong Zheng's series of bewildering behaviors that he couldn't understand. When he laughed, the muscles next to his nose were affected, and he grinned in pain and let out a cold breath, his whole face wrinkled. together.
Dong Zheng couldn't help but smile.
"Laughing! Still laughing!" Cui Zuojing was still so angry that his teeth itch, he kicked Dong Zheng's calf, and said dissatisfiedly, "It's all you, if it weren't for you, how could I beat myself!"
"It's my fault." Dong Zheng didn't hide, but he gave Cui Zuojing his anger after taking such a blow. The bleeding from his nose was too severe and scary, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
"Pinch here." Cui Zuojing pinched a part of Dong Zheng's bilateral noses with his other hand, "Take a little more force to stop the bleeding temporarily, and let Victor treat you when it's over."
Dong Zheng did as Cui Zuojing said, using his fingertips where he had just pressed.
The author has something to say: Cui Zuojing: What are you doing, idiot.
Dong Zheng: … … … … I feel bitter in my heart, but I won’t say it.