Everyone's eyes were widened, and some were even eager to try.
The 'foreigner' who was in mid-air had a sudden change in his face, and his pupils turned into the most dangerous needle-like shapes. But unfortunately, being in the air, he didn't even have a chance to dodge, and the speed of the dagger was really fast. too fast.
Everything happened in an instant, so fast that no one could react. Even the 'foreigner' had closed his eyes and was waiting to die!
When he landed, he felt a slight chill on his neck. Was he still alive
He opened his eyes, and Zhang Feng was still standing in front of him, but he should have taken a few steps back, still maintaining a distance of four or five meters from him, as if he had never moved.
He raised his hand and touched his neck, feeling a sticky warmth in his hand. At first glance, it was all filled with blood!
Others could see clearly that the dagger almost grazed his neck, and the blade left a shallow wound on his neck, very shallow!
The 'foreigner' raised his head and looked at Zhang Feng, knowing that the other party let him go on purpose, because he had no possibility of dodging at that time and did not make any dodge movements. The other party was able to accurately let the dagger pass his neck, and naturally he was able to accurately insert the dagger into his throat, but obviously the other party did not do this, because he probably wanted to spare him!
Still want to take action? He no longer had the courage, because he could say that he had died twice in less than two minutes, so how could he fight the man in front of him.
The 'foreigner' was convinced and said: "My name is Han Jiu!" After saying that, he turned around and walked back to his position in the team with his head drooped.
His defeat was not unfair at all. The moment he used the sacrificial fist, Zhang Feng sighed slightly in his heart.
In a real battle, as long as you are not struggling to the death, you cannot use such a move. You only consider advancing and not retreating. Once you miss, you will be in a situation with no way out, and it is absolutely impossible to get out.
Zhang Feng looked around at everyone and sneered: "I know that some of you are not satisfied with my method of defeating him, thinking that I still borrowed weapons."
Turning to look at Chen Wanru, she said, "Who is the most powerful among them?"
Chen Wanru probably thought of what he wanted to do, so she said: "Han San, Han Twelve come out."
Han San is a big man, standing two meters tall, with thick muscles covering his body like armor. His two huge fists are like hammers, with a thick layer of calluses on the fist bones, giving him an amazing aura.
Han Twelve is a delicate woman, at least from the outside she looks like that. He is about 1.65 meters tall, with extremely slender thighs. However, he is wearing high heels at an inappropriate time. Standing next to Han San, the gap between one taller and one lower is very obvious.
Chen Wanru said: "Both of them are the most powerful in combat. You can choose one."
Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Choose one? Why pick one?" He turned to look at Han San and Han Twelve and said: "You two come together, I want to be your head, so of course I have to." You will be convinced!”
This time, even Chen Wanru was a little surprised by Zhang Feng's words. From the battle just now, she did see that Zhang Feng was stronger than Han Jiu, but it was two different things than one against two. Besides, both Han Three and Han Twelve were It is not comparable to Hanjiu!
The people in the team slowly retreated and spread out, leaving space for the three people in the middle.
Han San and Han Twelve also pulled to both sides, trying to attack Zhang Feng from both sides. Han San's two fists smashed against each other, making a banging sound, which showed how hard his fists were.
Han Twelve was even more blunt. He slowly bent down and pulled out a pair of steel awls from the inside of his boots. They were about ten centimeters in length. They were not standard cones, but pyramids with deep bleeding grooves, like It looks like a triangular pyramid, but more compact. If the toy pierces the skin, the resulting wound will be extremely difficult to suture.
Zhang Feng knew that he needed to get serious. It wasn't that these two opponents put so much pressure on him, but that if he wanted to completely conquer each other, he had to show his true skills.
Slowly unbuttoning his clothes, he was wearing a casual suit, which was not conducive to stretching his body.
Under the white tight-fitting vest, there are strips of bandages crisscrossed vertically and horizontally, and faint red blood stains can be seen on some of them.
Now everyone understood that he was still injured!
Han San and Han Twelve also looked at each other, both looking at Chen Wanru, asking, should they continue to fight in this situation
Zhang Feng's eyes were as fierce as a cobra's, and he said in a deep voice: "Do you also have sympathy for the enemy? Then I can only say that you are really rubbish!"
Han San and Han Twelve were stimulated by his words. They stopped looking at Chen Wanru and locked their eyes on Zhang Feng again. The two people did not rush forward, but approached Zhang Feng little by little. Their intention was obviously to defeat Zhang Feng with the combined strength of the two.
How could Zhang Feng not know that he would not let the other party get what he wanted, so his body suddenly rose up and he rushed towards Han Twelve.
The priority target selection of Han Twelve has nothing to do with her gender, but because her body is small and she must not be taking the route of strength, which in turn is the route of flexibility and speed, so she must be killed first. Otherwise, when the time comes, she will be entangled by the slower Han San, and she will be fighting on the sidelines, with two steel awls in her hands, leaving bloody holes in her body from time to time.
Facing Zhang Feng rushing over, Han Twelve did not panic at all. All she wanted to do was to entangle him and wait for Han San to come to support.
But when Zhang Feng was still about three meters away, her expression finally changed, because Zhang Feng, who was already super fast, actually accelerated again, and the impact speed reached a terrifying state.
The onlookers were all dumbfounded. Can humans reach such speed? Is this still a human being
Han Twelve quickly woke up from the state of surprise, and the two steel awls danced rapidly, forcing Zhang Feng not to get close to her.
One side of Zhang Feng's body passed by the steel cone piercing his chest. At this moment, Han Twelve in front of him twisted his waist and threw out his slender legs. The heels of the slender high-heeled shoes on his feet were pointed directly towards His head stabbed through.
Zhang Feng saw clearly that the shape of the heel of these high-heeled shoes was the same as the steel cone in his hand. It was also triangular. It was so cruel!
Han Twelve never thought that this sudden move could cause damage, because the opponent's speed was too fast, and she could dodge as long as she retreated. Of course, her purpose was also the same, which was to force Zhang Feng back so that she could leave some space for herself. There is room for maneuver, thereby gaining time for Han San to come to support.