With a bang, a figure crashed through the wall of the power plant office building and flew upside down from the building.
Looking at the dark blue uniform, you can tell that this person is a tailor from Evolution. The place he flew out of is the third floor. Before he can land, another figure is chasing him through the hole in the wall like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. He came out and chased him in the air, attacking him without giving his opponent any room to breathe.
A few minutes ago, the tailor learned from the colleague who had lost his limbs outside that there were two ability users in the power plant, and they were probably members of the resistance organization. One of them was very strong, while the other felt weaker, but his fighting methods were very despicable. Obscene.
So, the tailor sneaked in carefully and found the "weaker" one. His plan was... to sneak attack Zuo Dao first, subdue him, and then negotiate with the blood owl.
Things seemed to be going well, the tailor moved quietly and managed to get close to his target. At that time, Zuo Zhengdao was standing in front of a filing cabinet, holding a flashlight in his mouth and looking through the stacks of paper documents in the drawer.
Just when the tailor was about to kill him with a hand knife, Zuo Dao used the "Dragon Tail Swing" move without looking back. It was so sudden, fast, and definitely powerful.
The tailor was completely unprepared for what happened. He never expected that the guy would act like nothing was wrong and try to take advantage of the situation. The tailor was kicked on the chest and abdomen, his stomach was churning, and he almost vomited out his last meal. If he had tensed up his muscles and received the kick, it might not have been a big deal, but at this moment he had no defense, so it was good that he didn't get knocked unconscious.
"Despicable villain! Where are you running!" Zuo Dao chased him in the air, fired out his sword energy, and opened his mouth with two very shameless remarks.
The tailor thought the guy's logic in front of him was simply unbelievable: Am I running away? Did you kick me away? And... you actually called me a despicable villain... Even if my sneak attack from behind is a bit despicable, is it nothing compared to your insidious behavior
This time, the tailor met the enemy head-on. Although he was flying upside down in the air, he quickly stabilized his body and suppressed the uncomfortable feeling of blood rushing in his chest. He quickly used his ability and moved his hands to both sides. The curtain moved, and then the one-meter-square space in front of him was distorted. Zuo Dao's sword energy deviated from its original trajectory and flew to both sides along the curve of the distorted space.
The tailor opened his body to counteract the retreat, turned over and landed on the ground, while Zuo Dao did not dare to get too close, so he also took advantage of the situation and fell down. The two stood on the ground, with a distance of five or six meters between them, and they stood still.
It was the tailor who spoke first: "Your Excellency is more difficult to deal with than I thought. I don't know..." He hadn't been able to ask the question yet.
Zuo Dao rushed over and said: "That's right! I am... known as the Eternal Photo of the Blue Blood Core. I dreamed that a sword could respond to the wind... Zuo... Dao!!!!"
The corners of the tailor's already stiff mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times, and he thought to himself: It's a nickname I've never heard of... And why did this guy suddenly speak like a chicken blood... Do you think he's singing in an opera... The key is The two lines of poems he came up with are completely contrary to the behavior he showed... By the way, I have heard of the name Zuo Dao. Isn't he the madman who mass-produced fake credit cards in Long County before...
"Traitor!" Zuo Dao shouted sternly: "How dare you attack me secretly! Fortunately, Pindao has an immortal weapon to protect his body, otherwise, your plot would have been in vain!"
"Well... your shoe prints are still on my clothes..." The tailor couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't help but want to expose this scumbag's nonsense.
"I didn't expect that you are also a discerning person, not bad! This is the legendary... Invincible Hot Wheels."
"First of all... Invincible Hot Wheels is a fictional move in a movie, and it has nothing to do with feet... Secondly, Hot Wheels is indeed a magical weapon that is stepped on, but it is a wheel, not a boot..." The tailor also said I don’t know why I have to explain to Zuo Dao.
"Okay! You don't have to say it anymore." Zuo Dao interrupted: "I believe that after the fight just now, you have also experienced Pindao's strength. Let me tell you, if Pindao uses his full strength, he can kill you with just a few clicks. Ordinary people have turned into fans, I advise you to..."
"I understand." The tailor suddenly interrupted Zuo Dao.
"Ah? Do you understand? That's good. Then leave quickly and don't seek death..." Zuo Dao said, but was interrupted again.
The tailor continued: "I understand, you want to delay."
Before he finished speaking, he counterattacked. After a minute or two, the tailor had recovered his breath. He could tell from the speed and strength of the left path that this guy must be weaker than him. He talked so much nonsense. , just waiting for his friends to notice the situation here and come to help.
The tailor had already suffered a secret loss. How could he let the other party continue to lead him by the nose? He made claws with his fingers and rushed to Zuo Dao, tearing him apart.
Zuo Dao staggered and fell to the ground inexplicably, dodging the ten oncoming energies. The space where his upper body was originally located was distorted, and invisible space cracks intertwined like human fingers.
The tailor couldn't tell for a moment whether the other party avoided the blow intentionally or unintentionally, but he speculated that it was probably intentional. After all, you can't fake the speed of going down the left path. This kind of pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, Tailors are not fooled.
He didn't dare to be careless at all, so he bent down to catch Zuo Dao. As expected, this guy was extremely shameless. He lay on the ground and kicked the tailor's crotch.
The tailor was on guard this time. He twisted his body, flipped through the pages, and came to the side of Zuodao's head.
Zuo Dao stood up like a carp, and then squatted down with his head in his hands, as if he was about to jump forward.
The tailor said in his heart: Do you think I am an idiot? Would I do this again? Don't you just want to lure me forward and do the "Dragon Tail Wag" again? This time, I'll use the trick. Anyway, the strength and speed of your kicks are only limited. I'm prepared and I can grab your ankle at the moment of your attack. Then I'll watch you face down as a yo-yo. Dump it.
He thought to himself, and shouted low, deliberately letting Zuo Dao hear it, and took a step forward, one hand on his chest to protect him, and the other hand was ready to grab Zuo Dao's ankle after he stepped out.
There was a sneer on the corner of Zuo Dao's mouth...
He kicked again, the same way, the same moves, but the difference was that the speed and intensity were about three times as high as before.
The tailor failed to grasp Zuo Dao's ankle, and the hand he held in front of his chest left a shoe print. Then the hand was crushed, the metacarpal bone was shattered, and a huge force spread through the palm to his chest and stomach. The meal in it was still vomited out.
The next second, he flew backwards again. This time he failed to stabilize his body in the air, but fell to the ground on his back, foaming at the mouth.
Zuo Dao stood up slowly, turned around, with a lewd smile on his face, and said two words to the tailor: "Idiot..."