Back off? How is it possible, how is it possible to give up the immediate advantage, it is not Zhang Feng's character.
Moving forward, Zhang Feng's speed actually increased again, and to a degree visible to the naked eye, the bandages he was wearing began to ooze bright red blood. The explosion of physical skills meant that the high load on the skeletal muscles would be used to heal the wounds. It cracked open again.
Don’t retreat but advance!
Han Twelve never thought that the opponent could actually increase his speed, and he did not force the opponent back at all!
Zhang Feng's body quickly moved closer, and he raised his arms to block Han Twelve's pulled-out thighs and legs, which were the softest and did not bear much impact.
And after blocking, he hooked his thigh with his hands and arms, raised it up, and at the same time struck Han Twelve's supporting leg with his leg.
It's a very simple move, but it's incredibly useful when used at this time.
Of course, Zhang Feng controlled her strength when taking out her leg, otherwise her leg bone would probably be broken if she kicked it off.
Han Twelve, whose body was lifted up and lost his center of gravity, had no way to stop it. His supporting leg suffered severe pain and his body fell backwards. However, before he could land, he felt himself being picked up.
Whoosh!
Zhang Feng grabbed Han Twelve's legs, swung her twice on the spot, and threw her directly towards Han San, who was rushing over to support, with the force of rotation.
Han Twelve felt like he was flying out after being beaten so hard.
Han San's eyes widened and he wanted to catch Han Twelve, otherwise she would definitely not be able to take it lightly if she fell like this.
But such thoughts only lasted for a moment, and then they were completely given up.
He could clearly see the two steel awls in Han Twelve's hands and her sharp stiletto heels. In order not to leave a few bloody holes on his body, he could only open Han Twelve's hands and use one He fell to the ground like a wild goose. After struggling for a few times, he completely passed out.
Han San also stopped. Since there was no way to join forces with Han Twelve, there was no need to rush over.
Zhang Feng looked at Han San with a rather appreciative expression. He did not rescue Han Twelve for the so-called comradeship. You must know that if he rescued Han Twelve, it would not be a rescue at all, but a harm!
If he rescued someone, but whether he could be saved or injured by Han Twelve's sharp steel awl, he would immediately take action and seriously injure him while he was preparing to save others.
Will he rescue or give up when the time comes? There is no choice at all.
Once he is deposed, Han Twelve will also mean death! '
In a real fight to the death, if a comrade is injured, he must be treated if conditions permit. But if conditions do not permit, then it is correct to kill the opponent first and then rescue him.
Also, Han San was able to stop instead of rushing over, which shows that he is very thoughtful, smart and not reckless, which is why Zhang Feng admires him.
"I admire you very much, but it cannot be the reason for me to let you go." Zhang Feng accelerated and rushed towards Han San. Although the distance was getting closer, his speed continued to increase.
Only by experiencing Zhang Feng's speed head-on can you put yourself in his shoes and feel how terrifying it is. If you don't look at it from a distance, you can feel it.
Han San felt that he could not judge Zhang Feng's position at all, so he could only bite the bullet and punch out with a fist as hard as stone. He also maintained his strength so that he could defend in time.
And what he is most confident about is his own strength. He believes that even if the force he holds back hits Zhang Feng, it will definitely be able to cause enough damage.
Also, his speed is very fast, which means that his strength will be relatively weak. This is his opportunity.
Thinking of this, Han San quickly took turns with his front jabs, controlling his longer arms to control the distance, and holding back his back fists to prepare for the final blow!
Zhang Feng quickly walked around Han San, and did not attack or punch rashly. He was waiting.
The two of them continued for about half a minute. Zhang Feng's speed slowed down slightly, as if he was exhausted.
Han San's eyes suddenly brightened up, the opportunity he had been waiting for finally came!
Swish... The two front jabs controlled Zhang Feng's direction and distance. The heavy punch held in his right hand circled and arced towards Zhang Feng's head. The Russian-style big swing was so ferocious that it goes without saying. Metaphor.
Zhang Feng's lips curled up into a sneer, and he leaned back. The ferocious fist almost brushed the tip of his nose. While leaning back, his left leg bounced up on his toes and went straight to Han San's crotch, teasing him with incomparable viciousness. foot!
Han San's expression completely changed!
He immediately buckled his knees inward to resist the twitching of his vaginal foot. His posture looked like that of a coy little girl. Ahem, it was so awkward for his two-meter-plus man to make such an action...
But the result was that the foot that was trying to resist did not appear at all. The raising of the left leg was just a feint. With a twist of the waist, the right leg bent and passed through the gap between Han San, and then the toes were on his chest. Bounced out!
boom!
The toes and Han San's chin made brief and intimate contact.
The scene is still frozen. Han San's head is tilted back greatly, with a look of pain on his face, while Zhang Feng's upper body is almost horizontal in the air, his left foot is bent and level with his body, and his right leg is pulled out. It looks like a 'golden hook hanging upside down', but it's a pity that Zhang Feng is not playing football, but Han San's chin.
Zhang Feng used this kick with a full 70% strength, because the chin is the most vulnerable part of the human body. A heavy blow can cause shock at the least, and endanger life at worst.
Again, Zhang Feng couldn't bear to hurt such precious babies.
Han San finally lost his intuition. Zhang Feng fell to the ground on his back and touched the wound on his back. Finally, there was a burst of sharp pain, and the blood seeping out of the gauze became even redder.
Enduring the severe pain, he stood up from the ground, walked to the place where he threw away his clothes, picked them up, and put them on again.
Strolling up to Chen Wanru, he called all the team members to stand in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Introducing myself, my name is Zhang Feng. Is there any of you who is unconvinced who can stand up?"
Looking around everyone, no one was unconvinced. Of course they were convinced. The two strongest fighters in the team were no match for Zhang Feng. They were killed without even a chance to fight back. Moreover, it looked like the opponent was still injured. How could this be possible? Still not convinced.
Seeing that no one spoke, Zhang Feng nodded and said: "It seems that you are all convinced, very good! Remember my name, and I will gradually get to know you! But to be honest, I have a few answers to you. Disappointed..." He shook his head slightly.