"Pig-killing knife?"
The scared man was almost choked to death by his own saliva. He killed countless people in his life. It was relying on these two knives. Although not the two before, he also killed many people. When did he kill pigs
The two communicated in English, and the irony was not very direct. Moreover, this guy was not from China, so he didn't react at all.
Seeing that he didn't react, Zhang Feng couldn't help but laughed: "I said, are you killing pigs?"
The one who kills the pig is the butcher...
"Yes, I am the butcher!"
The scared man was smug, his chin lifted up to Lao Gao.
"Uh..." Zhang Feng was speechless.
A little brother seemed to have reacted. He ran to the Scared Man, muttered quietly for a while, and then the Scared Man went crazy.
"Are you scolding me?"
The roar resounded through the dock, and this cargo was actually an 8-Rank master.
"I'm scolding a beast." Zhang Feng said lightly.
"You said I was... a beast?"
Scar's face changed, and he roared hysterically.
"I'm going to kill you, ah!"
Crazy, completely mad, he drew two short knives from his waist and rushed straight to Zhang Feng. He was faster than a sprinter, and his momentum was comparable to a bull rush.
When most people encounter such an opponent, they are first frightened by the opponent's aura. Even if they don't run, they will feel frightened and frightened. When the scared man rushes forward, he will kill him with a single knife.
However, this time the opponent of Scar Man was Zhang Feng.
With his eyes narrowed slightly, Zhang Feng's mouth raised a scornful smile, his hand shook, and the white linen cloth wrapped on the "white stick" burst instantly and flew into a white snow flake.
For an instant, the sharp blade of the blade reflected the sunlight, reflecting a cold light.
"Killing you with a fierce sword is like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer!"
Zhang Feng lifted his eyes and swept away with a cold snort. He raised his right arm horizontally to his side, holding a fierce sword in his hand, a pure steel sword, weighing sixteen kilograms and sixty-two, and the whole sword was 1.7 meters long. soaring.
The Scar Man had already rushed over, and his face sank when he saw the big knife in Zhang Feng's hand, but his speed had already risen, and if he stopped rashly, he would fall into a passive position, and Zhang Feng would seize the opportunity to counterattack.
So, he gritted his teeth and rushed over, intending to fight close to him.
After all, Zhang Feng’s weapon is too big and too long,
Once the distance was pulled, the scared man had only his life to be chased and chopped down.
"One cut!"
Zhang Feng said indifferently, turning his right arm and wrist, the blade aimed at the scar man, and then swept across.
With a knife in one hand, it is a heavy weapon weighing close to 17 kilograms. It is reasonable to say that the speed is definitely not fast, but the fierce knife in Zhang Feng's hand immediately caused a violent breaking wind, and then turned into a cold light. Swept towards the scar man.
"Watfak?"
Scared man was frightened by the sound of the breaking wind, he screamed, hurriedly stopped his steps, bowed his head, intending to dodge.
He did not see that the direction in which the cold light swept across was not an ordinary crosscut...
"Puff..."
The cold light passed, and a rain of blood fell in the air.
The part above the shoulders of the scared man flew neatly into the air, like a dyed head sculpture, with a vivid expression and an incredible expression.
With a plop, and then another, with the sound of blood splashing, the two parts of the man with the knife fell to the ground.
For a while, there was silence on the dock, and a hundred thugs on the opposite side were stunned by this scene. Everyone's eyes widened and their faces were horrified.
Cut an eighth-rank master with a single stab, this... what kind of strength is this
A group of bosses on the sea freighter in the distant port were also shocked to drop their jaws.
"Nan Liu, you said... Zhang Feng did it deliberately before, he hasn't tried his best?" Klaus turned his head and looked at Nan Liu with a demented expression.
Nan Liu also had the same expression. The scene of Zhang Feng's slaying of the eighth-rank master with a single blow made her mouth unable to close her mouth in fright.
Hearing this, the corners of his mouth squirmed a few times: "Maybe... he didn't have a weapon beforehand, right?"
This explanation is reasonable, Klaus thinks about it, and nodding is considered approval.
Before these bosses either led the team personally or sent a competent subordinate to lead the team, but the hotel raided Zhang Feng, resulting in heavy casualties, and only a dozen of more than 150 people fled back.
The reported news said that Zhang Feng had also gone through a hard fight, and finally succeeded in the counterattack, and he took advantage of the location, otherwise Zhang Feng's people would be defeated in the initial raid.
Seeing Zhang Feng so fierce at this time, Nan Liu's explanation made the bosses breathe a sigh of relief.
"Prepare for action. When the melee starts and Zhang Feng shows signs of exhaustion, launch an ambush!" Klaus looked up again.
In the far mirror, the cold expression on his face was restored, like playing cards.
At this time, the No. 10 thug on the dock had recovered from the shock, with more than two hundred eyes staring at Zhang Feng, and his hatred gaze became more and more intense.
"Eric... I'll give you revenge!"
The shouting sounded, and a man holding a hammer rushed out of the crowd with a hideous face, and rushed straight to Zhang Feng.
In terms of speed and momentum, he is far behind the Scared Man, but hatred can make a person stronger and increase his courage infinitely.
The hammer in his hand was raised high, reaching in front of Zhang Feng, and slamming it towards Zhang Feng's head.
"Huh..."
The hammer flew high, and with it flying into the air, there was also a head.
When the blood rain fell, Zhang Feng didn't dodge, letting him fall on his body, leaving a plum blossom-like mark on his white tunic.
The scene was silent again, there was no shouting, or even the wind, and the dock seemed to be paused, everything was frozen.
"Gudong... Gudong..." The voices of swallowing saliva sounded one after another, finally breaking the silence.
The thugs were all downplayed by Zhang Feng's beheading masters, and they were stunned, dumbfounded, and their morale plummeted.
"It's boring, let's go together, I'm going to kill your boss!"
He wiped off a little blood on his cheek, Zhang Feng held a fierce knife and pointed at the people on the opposite side, his tone was as plain as water.
In other words, he completely looked down on the one hundred and ten on the other side.
However, no one stood up and yelled at him, or rushed up to do it. Zhang Feng's actions to cut the two of them in succession were too scary.
"Let them do it, a bunch of idiots!"
On the deck of the cargo ship in the distance, Klaus put down his binoculars. He didn't wait to see these people. At this time, he didn't dare to attack when he saw them lost, and his face was even more angry.
Immediately the intelligent little brother went to call.
The phone rang on the dock. Not long after, one of the thugs raised their arms and shouted loudly: "My boss said, the person who killed Zhang Feng will reward one million dollars and leave a wound on Zhang Feng. , A reward of ten thousand dollars!"
Under the great reward, there must be a brave man, millions of dollars. No matter where in the world, it is a sky-high price for the bottom people and can change their destiny.
So, No. 10 thugs, shouted and rushed towards Zhang Feng.
(End of this chapter)