Looking at the sneer on the face of the guy who broke the other party's origins, Mu Yingli made a gesture of asking with one hand. For the strong, to find a rival that can match, regardless of whether this confrontation is about life or death, is something worth taking seriously and making people feel emotional.
"Very good! Chinese, this will be a fair showdown between the two of us." Looking at the middle-aged man in a white Tang suit before him, Johnson also retracted his face since his first appearance. With a contemptuous smile on his face, "Let's start!"
The huge and empty space is a building with no horizontal layout at all, enough to create an independent fighting space for the six people in front of them. Muyingli and Johnson took the lead in choosing their battle areas. After silently paying attention to the opponent, a fight between a German killer and a Chinese killer trainer kicked off.
"Okay. Wen Jing, you pick first." Kuang staggered a step, his eyes flashed calmly across the faces of the remaining two in front of him. It's noon now.
"You!" Wen Jing, oh no, now it should be said that "Luo"'s eyes are cold without a hint of temperature.
Blond and blue-eyed, slender and well-proportioned, if it weren't for the ferocious smile that flashed through the other's eyes. This Swiss man named Edson can definitely be called a handsome character. Edson is different from Johnson. He doesn't see a trace of publicity in the upper and lower lines of his body, but is coordinated, and his footwork and behavior are coordinated damnably. Watching him slowly walk in, you will feel that this is an American cheetah who is observing its prey from a long distance in the American jungle, walking in elegant but hidden murderous steps, slowly walking in. The cuffs of his tailored gray "color" clothes and boot openings flashed with cold metal light. This is a character who is very good at using cold weapons. Even if just a piece of scrap iron gets into his hands, it can take a person's life in an instant. And his best weapon is now in his sleeve, a small and chic, even exquisite dagger that can be used as a work of art.
"In the end, it seems that there are only two of us who have no choice." Focusing on the battle zone delineated by Wen Jing and Edson. Kuang leisurely walked to an independent corner of the building.
The opponent of Madness, the French man named Waite, is looking at Madness with the happy attitude that the French likes most. Waiter's height is not high enough for foreigners. Standing with Kuang, Kuang looked more slender instead. For the first two opponents, Muyingli and Wenjing can easily see or guess, or even know the weapons that each other is good at. But the guy with blond, blue and gray eyes in front of him made Kuang stare at him for the first time, and he couldn't guess it.
Not sturdy or slender enough. The simple gray "color" combat uniforms all over the body also had nothing to do with it. In fact, it's not just madness, even in Thomas' Lucifer army, the vast majority of people still don't know what kind of killer Wetter is good at. The only thing everyone can know is that Waite can say without exaggeration that he is the strongest of the three generals, and his toughness lies in the fact that he is hidden. Since he joined the Lucifer Army, every task entrusted to him has been successfully and beautifully completed, and when it comes to a single hunting task, he is the one who takes the shortest time and the cleanest means. This excellent record and his hidden murder tactics are the most terrifying thing about him. To paraphrase the old saying, it is terrible because of the unknown.
Unlike the melee with the first level, this time the duel is one-on-one. One-to-one always makes people feel extraordinarily wonderful, whether it is the viewer or the person in it, they will feel doubled in their emotions.
Muyingli has ended the first round of tentative "sex" attacks and defenses. Muyingli is not a killer, and never has been, just as he chose to use a killer trainer as a bargaining chip for his survival in Japan because he was unwilling to be a killer. Muyingli has never liked blood and gore, but he contradictedly understands the alternative of "killer" better than anyone else.
Every killer comes out of a killer trainer. The common "sex" among killers comes from the common "sex" of killer trainers. And Muyingli is the top-level killer trainer who has trained the seventh and fourth "Linbing" and "Luo" on the ranking list of Heavenly Killers. It can be boldly asserted that no one knows the characteristics of a good assassin better than Muyingli, and of course, including the ills of a assassin. No matter if he is a brilliant assassin or not, no one can avoid the ills of being a assassin.
All Muyingli spent nearly half an hour in unarmed combat was to find out the ills of Johnson's body. Because ills in the life and death duel means the death of the owner of the ills.
Johnson threw another heavy fist, and Muyingli flashed lightly. The right hand brushed the opponent's fist. There is no lethality, but it is as cunning and insulting as a cat and a mouse. With a smile on his face, Muyingli watched with satisfaction as Johnson's pupils shrank again. This is the third time that Muyingli has easily avoided Johnson's attack. Rather than head-to-head like the first round of temptations. A smile widened at the corner of Muyingli's mouth: "It looks like your fist is not as strong as the rumors!"
The nerve-stimulating words fluttered and fell in the fist wind that passed by, Johnson burst out with a roar, like being provoked by a beast, and desperately rushed towards his target prey. The momentum was fierce and ruthless. And at the moment he took off with his right foot, Muyingli flashed to his face like a ghost, his sharp gaze that had seen through the opponent's ills was like a sharp blade piercing the opponent's brow. It was like a bull, unable to withstand the teasing of the red jumping objects. Is it just such a so-called "first-rate killer" who can't even control his fighting emotions? A mocking smile flashed in Mu Yingli's eyes, and his fist struck the opponent's face like lightning!
Wen Jing and his opponent were in a state of struggle from the beginning. There wasn't even a warm-up trial match that started. The opponent's first move from the beginning was a killer move that caused the opponent to die. Slender and flexible to rival opponents, against the same agile and slender women. Strength is not the focus of this duel. Here speed and reaction are the measure of victory or defeat.
Wen Jing felt that she was surrounded by the gloomy cold from the moment she stepped into the battle circle, and her opponent's skill was surprisingly agile. Sneak attack has always been a tactic used by female killers who are inherently weaker than men. But the sneak attack on Edson simply didn't work. While Wenjing sneaked on the other party, what we had to guard against was the other party's sneak attack.
The snakes fight, as swiftly as the wind passes by, like an electric flash. The whole picture is not frozen, not static, if there is any embellishment, it is a bit of cold light in Edson's sleeves. Wen Jing looked for a gap, turned over and withdrew a half step, and when he stepped in, there was already a cold shining Japanese saber in his hand. The sword was not long, but narrow and sharp. Glittering with the gloomy light peculiar to cold weapons.
Edson's short dagger finally found a chance to shoot. The dagger was originally the most powerful in melee combat. Relative to the quiet short knife, Edson's dagger was less than one-third of its length. Two people, two cold weapons. The battle has evolved from the speed ratio reaction at the beginning to see who can better find the right attack and counterattack distance for his weapon. The close range of the body is the benefit of Edson, on the contrary, if the distance between the two is slightly opened, then Wenjing takes the lead!
While Wen Jing and Edson are caught in a battle, the situation on Kuang's side is obviously much more interesting.
"It turns out that what you are best at is Chinese martial arts!" It was a little surprised, but from the calm eyes, it gave people an illusion. Crazy's heart had already understood the same. During the battle, Kuang said softly.
"Chinese, Chinese martial arts is not your Chinese patent. On the contrary, for this ancient violent art, I, a Frenchman, are more qualified to control him."
With a slight sneer, Kuang has adopted a combat strategy of not attacking but defending until now. He just wanted to see how far this Frenchman's Chinese work has reached. The opponent is both offensive and defensive. Even when the opponent is only defensive but not offensive, the opponent's tactics are still methodical, not aggressive, but give full play to the steady character of Chinese craftsmanship. The pace is steady, the attack is strong, and the defense is tight. Kuang has played with him with great interest until now, and it seems that his interest is still unabated.
Suddenly, the mad who had not attacked suddenly moved. At an inhuman speed, Waite could only see the black figure flashing in front of him, and the madness that was supposed to bear his side kick suddenly disappeared. When the cold sweat on his forehead was rustling down, Waite felt his vest suddenly cool, and a delicate knife only "shoved" into his vest half an inch like a warning.
Mad, hitting himself lightly, this is not the reason why Waite's liver and gallbladder are split. Even when Kuang just said that the technique he was practicing was Chinese Kungfu, the snickers and taunts still hidden in Witt’s heart had already turned into a full head at the moment Kuang’s shallow knife "inserted" half an inch into his vest Cold sweat and full of fear. Just because the position where this knife "inserted" is unbiased, it is the gap between the third and fourth spine of the back spine. The blade only penetrates into the flesh, without cutting the ligaments that connect the bones. If it is an ordinary person, it is impossible to feel this only with such a shallow blade, but it is a pity that he is Waite.
Because, in fact, what Waite is best at is not completely Chinese martial arts. In most cases, Waiter's Chinese martial arts are just a cover for some idiots who are clever and think they have guessed Waiter's routine, but show their joy and desire to underestimate the enemy. The ultimate move he is really good at is the structure of human bones. Similar to Pao Ding’s magical skill, Waite can use his flexible but fierce right hand at the moment when his opponent mistakenly thinks he has seen his secret, gently, with his flexible but fierce right hand. Gently frustrating the misalignment of the opponent's third spine and fourth spine can cause the opponent to die suddenly due to the suffocation caused by the compression of the aorta!
What a clever and gentle way of killing. This is the real secret of Waite, the top killer in Europe! Now this secret has been cracked lightly and easily by mad.