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Ping—
Seven Kill's hand was retracted in time, and the palm under the protection of the Grimlock Gauntlet firmly caught the Hidden Blade.
"Let's stop messing around here." Qi Sha cast a cold gaze in his eyes, as if announcing that he was going to be serious.
Xiao Tan exerted force on his wrist, broke the Hidden Blade by himself, broke free from the opponent's control, and threw out the claw blade back, slashing away.
boom-
This is the sound of fists hitting flesh.
But it sounds more like a moving car hit a cow.
Just as Xiao Tan raised his hand, Qi Sha's fist had already hit his chest.
This fist comes first, as fast as lightning.
A mouthful of blood spewed out from Wang Tanzhi's mouth, and his figure flew upside down.
At this moment, everyone watching the game fell into silence. They stared at the screen with bated breath, recalling that terrifying blow.
This fist of Qisha is not a skill, he just activated his own soul - "Zhiquan"
The effect of this Soul Intention is simple and direct, that is, it allows him to hit "the most powerful fist that can be punched with his own ability", which can be regarded as a weakened version of Ruyu's "extreme efficiency".
Of course, the weaker the effect, the less the consumption. Qisha's mental power consumption after turning on the "Zhiquan" state is naturally not as high as that of the rain.
A gust of evening wind caresses across the wasteland
Xiaotan fell to the ground, his survival value was still 36%, his broken ribs cut through his internal organs, causing him to be given the [bleeding] effect that could not be removed with a bandage.
The blow just now had almost shattered his victory.
At the moment of being hit, Xiao Tan's breath and blood were all frozen like ice and snow. In his eyes, at that moment, time seemed to stand still. He didn't even feel the pain, he just felt the scene in his sight stagnate, and then. He fluttered back and when he came back to his senses, he had fallen to the ground, and the pain that spread all over his body surged up at this moment.
The fear was so familiar, he seemed to have experienced it before. It was a long time ago that he fell to the ground like this, watching a tall figure walking towards him helplessly.
The feeling of deja vu, so vague, yet so clear
Ten years ago, City S.
In an alley, four punks in their twenties were beating a junior high school student who was much smaller than them.
On the corner of this cul-de-sac. Also curled up was another boy in a junior high school uniform. It was a fat, freckled child. His expression was full of fear and shrinking, even though he knew that the violence in front of him was caused by him, he didn't dare to say a word.
"Che seems to have no reaction." One of the gangsters said.
Another person continued, "You're just a kid in junior high school, yet you dare to meddle in my business?"
The young man who was beaten was lying on his side at this moment, he was already beaten to the point of being unable to move, but he hadn't completely fainted yet.
Seeing this, the four stopped punching and kicking, and took out cigarettes one after another to light them.
"Hey Fatty." A gangster turned his head and said to the boy in the corner. "do you know him?"
"No, I don't know you." Fatty replied timidly.
"Ha!" Hearing that, the man kicked the young man on the ground fiercely again, "Tmd! Are you out of your mind, do you think you are a hero? Hahaha"
"Huh" the companion next to him vomited. flue. "I've only heard of heroes saving beauty, but I've never seen heroes saving pigs."
As soon as this remark came out, the four of them burst into laughter.
Seconds later, one of them spat on the ground. saliva. He stepped on the boy's head on the ground, "Boy, you are really kind. How dare you come here?" He pointed at the fat man in the corner with his cigarette-tipped finger, "That boy volunteered to be our cash machine. What the hell are you doing!"
It turned out that the young man who was beaten saw the four gangsters blackmailing others and tried to stop them.
"Hey! Wait, I just found out that this kid's shoes are famous brands." One person said, "This one costs more than a thousand yuan a pair."
"Let me see if it's fake, right?" Another person said.
"Hmph." The humane said, "You see, this kid is white and clean, except for his school uniform, he is wearing famous brands." He paused, and sneered, "Maybe he is a son of a rich family?"
"Oh, rich second generation?" Another person asked.
"Oh, young master, you must think you are very noble, right?" A gangster knelt down and grabbed the boy's hair. "What I look down on the most is you, a hypocritical bastard." He got up and took a few steps, picked up A rusty iron pipe.
"Hey, don't kill anyone." Even his accomplice was a little panicked, after all, the boy was beaten to the point of shock, and if he hit him with a hard object, something might happen.
"Hehe, don't worry." The gangster picked up the iron pipe, walked towards the boy, and said with a sneer, "Gao Fushuai, you like to be a hero and show off, don't you? I'll ruin your face today so that you won't be handsome in the future." As he spoke, he raised the iron pipe
five minutes later
Wearing the same school uniform as Wang Tanzhi, Feng Bujue appeared at the entrance of the alley. He was still muttering, "Ah, I was left to copy the books again, Xiaotan should have gone back by himself."
While he was muttering, his gaze casually glanced at the alley, this glance almost made the blood flow in Feng Bujue's whole body.
He saw his best friend, Wang Tanzhi, holding an iron pipe in his hand and beating an adult on the head.
The adult was lying on his back on the ground, his right leg was spasming and twitching but he didn't make any sound, maybe he couldn't make a sound.
In the alley, there were three other adults lying down, each with their faces covered in blood, lying motionless on the ground. Their limbs all showed very strange bends, obviously all broken
"Hey! Hey!" Feng Bujue yelled while running ahead.
Xiao Tan raised her head upon hearing the sound, and looked at Brother Jue.
In that scene, Feng Bujue has never forgotten that it was an expression he had never seen on Wang Tanzhi's face.
That face was calm and gloomy, as if he had seen through the world of mortals and read all the vicissitudes of life, which was not the expression a teenager should have at all.
The blood splashed on his cheek was still not dry, but he didn't care and mercilessly hit the iron weapon on the head of a defenseless person time and time again.
Feng Bujue could see it clearly, at that time Wang Tanzhi's pupils revealed a strange red glow
"I didn't expect to be forced to use this move by you." Qi Sha walked towards Xiaotan, "This is the trump card that I plan to save for the Butterfly War." , I don’t think I will lose to anyone, so I’m sorry!”
He raised his arm and punched Xiaotan on the ground.
But this punch was also in vain.
"Huh?" Seven kills was stunned, "Can you still move?" He raised his head, looking for the opponent's position, "Or should I say haven't given up yet?"
"Hehe" sneered, a weird sneer, "Do you think you won't lose to anyone in fighting?" Xiao Tan's tone changed, becoming extraordinarily arrogant, "Only by you?"(...)
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