Volume 3 [A Tiger's Roar Shocks the Heroes] NO.21 Tiger Father and Tiger Son
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On the second day of February this year, there were a total of forty-six companies vying for the top spot, and the longest winning streak was only eight wins. Compared with Zhang Bi, who swept forty games, it was just drizzle.
Zhang Bi had just used the method of tapping acupuncture points. In fact, any acupuncture point was a fatal acupoint. Unfortunately, the high finger strength requirements and the harsh requirements were beyond what Zhang Bi could handle at this moment.
If all the energy is spent on this, it is better to have a head-on confrontation.
In an on-the-spot duel, if concentration is reduced, no one has ever been able to win. The most typical example is the fight between boxing champion Tyson and Holyfield. Tyson’s attention was distracted by Holyfield’s rogue style, which was extreme.
was furious and ultimately defeated.
This case in the fighting world also applies to martial arts masters.
People often say that there is a difference in strength, half a chip or three points. In fact, this is half a chip or three points. In fact, it is not more about the body's on-the-spot reaction and strength, but the on-the-spot performance.
Psychological activities also account for a large part.
Those seven acupuncture points are the seven fatal acupuncture points on the front of the human body. If the finger force penetrates directly, the internal organs will definitely suffer heavy damage. However, after repeated battles, although Zhang Bi's finger force can meet the requirements, his physical strength is not enough.
Cope with longer battles.
That’s why I chose this method of prolonging the time and calming the blood.
This is why the big shopkeeper praised Zhang Bi for setting up such an exquisite game.
After spitting out the blood in his mouth, Zhang Ben's area around his left eye obviously began to turn purple and swollen, and the severe injuries he suffered on his body were horrific.
He tore off the bandage from Li Yan's waist and wrapped it around the bullet hole. After tightening it, in the eyes of everyone who was about to vomit in shock, he directly tore the muscle and pulled out the bullet.
There were many people vomiting, but Zhang Bi didn't even groan. Instead, he expressionlessly wrapped the wound with brute force. This cruel method of cutting off the blood flow made all the bosses stunned.
"Is this still a human being?"
"Is that arm still yours?"
…
Everyone exclaimed.
Zhang Ben tried to control his right arm and moved it. It was no longer so heavy and the bullet was not stuck in the joint of bone and flesh. At least this arm could still be used.
Li Yan was hit hard twice in a row. If he hadn't been strong and his bones were like steel bars, he might not have been able to withstand the two blows.
"Too damn cruel!"
"Monster! This guy is a monster!"
Even Huang Silang, in his eyes, this is beyond the scope of normal humans. This is clearly a humanoid tyrannosaurus, a self-propelled monster. How could someone be indifferent to self-mutilation? How could this be a normal human being?
At the same time, on the great plateau of southern Tibet, Zhang Yaozu lit the gunpowder on his left arm, and with a roar, a flame burst out, causing him to bite the towel in his mouth to bits in pain.
A big lama in red clothes next to him handed over a bottle of strong wine. He took a look and saw that he drank it. The big lama was so angry that he stamped his feet and cursed in Tibetan.
"Lord Buddha, take it." He took out ten lion-shaped silver coins from his waist, three coins worth of the Eight Sutras. Although the great lama was cursing, he was very quick and took the silver coins into his arms.
Just five or six meters away from the bonfire, three off-road vehicles were parked with their headlights on. There were more than twenty people dead on the ground, all of them heavily armed with long guns and short cannons.
There were also various animal skins and horns on the car. These people were all poachers.
Zhang Yaozu was originally driving around in a car with Vajra Dorje, the protector of Xialu Temple, but he didn't expect to encounter this group of extremely vicious guys. Before they even spoke, they fired two rounds of rifle bullets. Zhang Yaozu picked up one after scolding his mother.
Wuliu started working with them.
Duoji was also brave and actually drove the car for Zhang Yaozu. You should know that this Vajra Buddha had only ridden in the car twice. The steering wheel was turning like an earthworm and he was squealing.
But Zhang Yaozu only used three of his six magazines, and he took care of these grandsons.
Seventy or eighty Tibetan believers from Xialu Monastery came, both men and women. The man on a big horse was wrapped in furs and spoke a dialect that I couldn't understand. The women were laughing and picking up things, followed by some old men.
There they pointed at the animal fur, stamped their feet, and pointed at the sky and yelled...
Then a group of people were talking to Zhang Yaozu. If Duoji hadn't been there to translate, I wouldn't have known that they were actually thanking him.
Several young men rode fast horses to report to the army camp. This matter was definitely not a big deal.
Zhang Yaozu held a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and looked at a group of little guys with red faces. He touched his coat pockets and unexpectedly found two packs of emergency chocolates.
Seeing those children grabbing the chocolates and looking at him from a distance, Zhang Yaozu burst out laughing, touched his head, and sighed: "What a fool, I don't know what happened to the little boy at home."
That’s it!”
Duoji and Zhang Yaozu were sitting together. They also met more than ten years ago, when Zhang Yaozu led his troops to expel a group of shameless bastards.
The Dharma Protector took out a pair of reading glasses, then took out a beautifully printed Tibetan scripture, and read it with interest.
"Lord Buddha, do you think I will go to hell if I die?"
Zhang Yaozu asked.
"Definitely." Duoji said without raising his head.
"Hold!"
After spitting to the side and cursing secretly, Zhang Yaozu put out the cigarette butt, looked at the bluest sky in the world, lay back and said in a low voice: "My father, and I, are all the same."
They are going to hell. They have killed so many people that I can hardly count them. I just want to stop the little ones in my family from going our way. Too many people are killed, and there are too many debts.
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"You still have to kill when it's time to kill," Duoji said again.
The Vajra Lama's expression was very calm. He folded the scriptures together, put them in his arms, and turned to look at Zhang Yaozu: "I have only heard you talk about your father and your son, but I have never seen them. When will you come to Shigatse again?"
When you come to Xialu Temple again, you must show me what the heroes you Han people talk about look like."
"I am the hero, my little brat is just an egg." Zhang Yaozu rolled his eyes and said.
Then he took out a cowhide wallet from his pocket, which had rough edges. He shook it twice and a photo fell out.
There were several men standing on it, and in the center stood an old man wearing a green military uniform. He was Zhang Sanxian. He put his hands together on the outside of his trouser legs and had a nervous expression. What the old man was most afraid of was taking pictures.
On the left is a gentle man, wearing a suit, but also with a strong figure. He is Zhang Yaozu's eldest son, Zhang Mingtang, with sharp eyes and full heaven. On the right is Zhang Yaozu, wearing an officer's uniform, with piercing eyes. Next to Zhang Mingtang is Zhang Mingtang.
Xiaoqi, wearing a black short shirt, with ridiculously short hair, looked in front of him with a smile, and had strong muscles.
Zhang Yaozu pointed at the little boy in the photo, who was smiling and staring straight ahead like a tiger and leopard. He chuckled and said, "This is my son. How about it?"
In the photo, Zhang Bi is still very young. He is holding a chain in his hand and leading a big wolf Qing. The big dog is lying at his feet and looking ahead.
It's just such a family, and this photo exudes a tough atmosphere.
Duoji took a closer look and asked, "Let your son come over to be the Dharma Protector!"
"That's nonsense. He is the second educated person in our family. He just went to college this year." Zhang Yaozu said proudly: "You can't tell, hehe, the machines we use in the future were made by my son."
He happily took out another cigarette. The wound on his arm was black and bleeding, but he ignored it and held the cigarette in his mouth. His eyes were a little red.
Duoji chuckled: "If the snow didn't fall on the top of the mountain, it wouldn't be able to shine brightly."