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Chapter 9 Strong Enemies

He has an unshaven beard and a bald head. He has military trousers, a vest, a jacket, and a conspicuous cross star tattoo under his left collarbone.

Boyka just appeared on the street swaggeringly, and walked quickly towards Mr. Cat. When he was about ten meters away, he took off his coat and threw it on the ground, "Do you need to warm up?"

A smile appeared on Master Cat's lips. He did not answer the other party's question, but said to himself: "Interesting..."

The two of them looked at each other and laughed, and a second later, they simultaneously disappeared from where they were standing, leaving two huge round pits with spider web-like cracks on the ground.

An instant passed, and at the midpoint of the distance between the two people, the red light disappeared fleetingly, and then there was a weird sound, which sounded like a pile of broken glass being squeezed and ground in the palm of a person's hand.

The hair on the human body stands on end.

Their figures soon appeared again. The four scalpels in Mr. Mao's right hand were all broken, and his palm was bleeding. Boyka, on the other hand, looked disdainful. He raised his left fist and touched the knuckles.

It was stained with many small red glowing fragments. He blew these fragments away with a breath, and the surface of his fist was not even scratched.

"What kind of monster is this... You can break my soul weapon with your fist..." Mr. Cat was really surprised now. In his imagination, the only person in the world who could do this was probably Uncle Wu.

, I didn’t expect to meet another one today.

"You've been in a daze for too long, pretty boy!" As he spoke, Boyka appeared behind Mr. Cat and swung his right fist from top to bottom, hitting Mr. Cat in the neck.

With just one punch, even a dinosaur could be knocked down, but Mr. Cat did not fall. He staggered forward two steps and barely stood still, but his face was pale and no sound came out of his throat.

Boyka walked unhurriedly around Master Cat, grabbed his collar, and punched him three times in front of him. At this moment, Master Cat was like a piece of fish on an anvil, only ready to be slaughtered.

After these punches, Boyka let go of his hand, and Mr. Cat fell to the ground on his back. The blood from his nose and mouth flowed down his cheeks to the ground. He coughed several times and showed no sign of being able to stand up.

"So...is that it?" The disdain in Boyka's eyes grew stronger. It seemed that he was disappointed that Master Cat had lost the ability to resist in such a short period of time: "Then just go die." He raised his hand.

Aiming at the opponent's heart, he swung his fist down violently.

Mao Ye felt in his heart that things were bad. When he was punched in the neck just now, his mood had changed from surprise to complete shock, because that kind of sudden appearance of the opponent's back and a quick blow should be his own patent. With his speed,

Master Mao's strong point is his close combat skills. This is the area where he is least likely to be surpassed by his opponents. However, the punch just now made Master Mao understand that there are really others in this world. And he understands it.

It was a little too late. I was overtaken by such an opponent. After four punches in total, I felt like half of my life had been taken away.

Boyka's fist fell, but it only hit the ground. The asphalt road began to collapse from the point of attack, and the ground of the entire block was shattered. Everyone in Manhattan could feel the earthquake shaking for just one second.

It seemed as if a huge monster-like creature stamped its foot on the ground.

The killing move failed, and Boyka spat in displeasure. He already knew where Master Cat was at this moment, so before he even closed his fist, he turned around and used a volley whip kick.

Master Cat was indeed there. He finally took a breath and used his movement to get behind his opponent. However, before he could gain a firm footing, he received another shockingly powerful blow.

It was no longer possible to dodge, so he raised his two forearms to block in front of him. This was the only option, but under the disparity in strength, the defense became ineffective.

With two clicks, Master Mao's arms were fractured at the same time, but the impact of Boyka's leg still remained, and the destructive force continued to extend to Master Mao's torso, causing his blood to churn and his internal organs to be severely shaken.

Fortunately, only his ribs were barely broken.

"Ahem..." Mr. Cat choked out a large mouthful of blood and flew backwards. He smashed the outer wall of a building on the street and was still castrated. Two seconds later, he flew out from the other side of the building.

He fell out of the wall and fell on the street opposite.

"There is such a thing..." Mr. Cat quickly stood up again, knowing that Boyka would not give him too much time.

"Don't worry, how about I let you breathe for five more seconds." These words were like a drop of ice water poured on Mr. Cat's back.

This was the second time that Boyka appeared behind Mr. Cat while he was talking.

At this moment, time seems to slow down, and people only have this strange experience when facing death. This is not an illusion, but a real thing.

The God of Death will treat those who are hovering on the edge of life and death preferentially, giving them some extra time that does not belong to this time and space to reflect on their lives and think about some issues they have never considered before.

Mr. Cat's thoughts were also moving very fast at this moment, but he did not think about strategies to deal with the enemy. He thought about many other things.

What was the last thing I said to my wife? It seems that the phone bill has not been paid this month. The bottle of milk in the refrigerator before going out seems not to be fresh. Some of the marijuana plants grown in the school were stolen. The expected date of delivery of my son.

What date is it...

I don’t know how long the flashback of life lasted. Anyway, for Boyka, the time only passed five seconds. He didn’t care why Mr. Cat spent five seconds in a daze. As a man of his word, he was in the sixth second

He took action. He grabbed Mr. Cat's shoulders from behind with both hands, lifted him up, then pulled him down with all his strength, and raised the knee of his right leg, directly meeting Mr. Cat's spine.

"Ah!!" Mr. Cat yelled like crazy. He actually did a backflip in mid-air with his legs off the ground and without any help, and came to the front of Boyka.

above.

Holding back the severe pain, he grabbed Boyka's bald head with two broken arms and used a rogue trick that only Wang Xu and Sakuragi Hanamichi could use...

Mr. Cat landed and stood still with a decadent expression and his face was covered in blood. His nose and mouth were bloody from being punched, and the blood on his forehead was from the collision with his opponent's head just now, which caused his skin to be torn apart.

Boyka slowly turned around, with an expression as if he had just eaten shit. His face was also covered in blood, but it was not his own blood, but Cat Master's blood that flowed down his bald head and all over his face.

"Asshole..." Boyka opened his mouth and spit out three teeth.

It turned out that the force of the impact that Cat Master had just made went from Boyka's head downwards, breaking the roots of several of his teeth. The pain can be imagined.

"I've never been beaten up for being so virtuous since I graduated from high school." Mr. Cat took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. This short truce was enough for him to heal his arms. "Russian, you still have

Really good at beating."

"Hmph...you can take it pretty well."

"I've already seen it." Mr. Cat admitted frankly: "In terms of pure fighting, I definitely can't beat you."

Boyka said coldly: "Admitting defeat will not save your life."

Master Mao changed the topic: "I just figured it out. I absolutely cannot die in a place like this. I still have a lot of things to do."

"Are you begging me to spare your life?"

"Of course not. I just decided to give up the fun of fighting, take it seriously, and use what I have learned throughout my life to defeat you."

"Use something like superpowers? I thought whatever you were going to say was just useless tricks. Just try it."

Mr. Cat actually smiled when he heard this, and the memory of the scene appeared in front of his eyes. In the summer when he was seventeen years old, he was also like this. His face was covered with blood and his body was bruised and stood in front of his opponent, saying his mantra: "After you are beaten by me,

Before you die, remember my name, I am Qingyue High School, the evil strategist, Gu Chen."

"The years are passing by. After all, I am no longer a rebellious boy. Compared to then, I am such a kind-hearted person now..." Mr. Cat sighed with emotion.

Boyka said: "What kind of nonsense are you talking about out of nowhere? Have your brain been knocked out?"

Master Mao's thoughts returned to reality, he grinned and said: "Then let's fight, don't worry, I won't kill you..."


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