Qisha's hand was retracted in time, and the palm protected by the Grimlock glove firmly caught the Hidden Blade.
"Let's stop the nonsense..." Qisha cast a cold gaze in his eyes, seeming to declare... that he was going to be serious.
Xiaotan exerted force on her wrist and broke the hidden sword on her own, breaking away from the opponent's control. She then threw out the claw blade and slashed away.
boom--
It was the sound of fists hitting flesh.
But it sounded more like a moving car hitting a cow.
As soon as Xiaotan raised his hand, Qisha's fist had already hit him in the chest.
This punch comes first and is as fast as lightning.
A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Wang Tanzhi's mouth, and his body flew upside down.
At this moment, everyone watching the game fell into silence. They stared at the screen with bated breath, reminiscing about that terrifying blow.
Qisha's punch was not a skill, he just activated his soul - "Ultimate Fist"
The effect of this soul is simple and direct, that is, it allows him to hit "the most powerful punch that he can punch with his own ability." For the time being, it can be regarded as a weakened version of Siyu's "extreme efficiency".
Of course, the weaker the effect, the lower the consumption. Naturally, the mental power consumption of Qisha after turning on the "Ultimate Fist" state is not as high as that of Shiyu.
A gust of evening wind caresses across the wasteland...
Xiaotan fell to the ground. His survival value was still 36%. His broken ribs had cut his internal organs, giving him a [bleeding] effect that could not be removed with a bandage.
That blow just now had almost shattered his possibility of victory.
At the moment he was hit, Xiaotan's breath and blood condensed like ice and snow. In his eyes, at that moment, time seemed to have stopped... He didn't even feel pain, he only felt that the scenery in his sight was stagnant.
Then, he swept back in a daze... When he came back to his senses, he had fallen to the ground, and the pain that spread all over his body began to surge up.
Fear... was so familiar, he seemed to have experienced it before. That was a long time ago... He also fell to the ground like this, helplessly watching a tall figure walking towards him.
The feeling of déjà vu, so vague, yet so clear...
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Ten years ago, City S.
In an alley, four gangsters in their twenties were beating up a junior high school student who was much smaller than them.
In the corner of this dead end, there is another boy in a junior high school uniform huddled up. He is a fat kid with freckles on his face. His expression is full of fear and shrinkage, even though he knows that the violence in front of him is because of himself.
He stood up, but he didn't dare to say a word.
"Tch...it seems like there's no reaction at all." One of the gangsters said.
Another person added, "You are obviously just a kid in junior high school, but you dare to interfere in my business?"
The boy who had been beaten was lying on his side on the ground. He had been beaten to the point of being unable to move, but he had not yet completely fainted.
When the four of them saw this, they stopped punching and kicking, and each took out cigarettes and lit them.
"Hey... Fatty." A gangster turned to the boy in the corner and said, "Do you know him?"
"No...I don't know." The fat man replied timidly.
"Ha!" When the man heard this, he kicked the boy on the ground hard again, "tmd! Are you mentally ill, do you think you are a hero? Hahaha..."
"Huh..." the companion next to him blew out smoke. "I have only heard of heroes saving beauties, but I have never seen heroes saving pigs."
As soon as this was said, the four people burst into laughter.
A few seconds later, one of them spat on the ground and stepped on the head of the young man on the ground. "Boy, you are really smart. How dare you come here..." He pointed to the corner with the finger holding the cigarette.
The fat man said, "That kid volunteered to be our cash machine, it's none of your business!"
It turned out that the boy who was beaten saw these four gangsters blackmailing others and tried to stop them.
"Hey! Wait, I just discovered that this guy's shoes are from famous brands." One person said, "A pair of these costs more than a thousand yuan."
"Let me take a look...can it be fake?" another person said.
"Humph...it doesn't look like that." The man said, "Look at this kid, he is fair and clean. Except for his school uniform, he is wearing all famous brands..." He paused and sneered, "Maybe he is a young man from a rich family.
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"Oh, the second generation of rich people?" another person asked.
"Ha... this young master, you must think you are very noble, right?" A gangster knelt down and grabbed the young man's hair, "What I despise the most is a hypocritical bitch like you." He stood up and took a few steps.
, I randomly picked up a rusty iron pipe.
"Hey... don't cause any harm to anyone." Even his accomplices were a little panicked. After all, the boy had been beaten to the point of shock. If he were to hit him with a hard object, something might happen.
"Haha... don't worry." The gangster picked up the iron pipe, walked towards the young man, and sneered, "Gao Fushuai, you like to be a hero and show off, don't you? I will ruin your face today, so that you will not be handsome in the future.
Get up." He said and raised the iron pipe...
five minutes later……
Feng Bujue, wearing the same school uniform as Wang Tanzhi, appeared at the entrance of the alley. He was still mumbling, "Ah... I was left to copy books again... Xiao Tan should have gone back by himself..."
As he was thinking about it, he glanced at the alley inadvertently. This glance almost caused the blood in Feng Bujue's body to flow backwards.
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 could no longer 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 were all weirdly bent, and they were obviously all broken...
"Hey! Hey!" Feng Bujue shouted while running forward.
Xiao Tan raised his head when he heard the sound and looked at Brother Jue.
Feng Bujue has never forgotten that scene... 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 and experienced all the vicissitudes of life. This was not the expression a young man should have at all.
The drops of blood splattered on his cheek were still not dry, but he didn't care... and hit the iron weapon on the head of a defenseless person again and again without any mercy.
Feng Bujue could clearly see that there was a red glow in Wang Tanzhi's pupils...
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"I didn't expect you to be forced to use this move..." Qisha walked towards Xiao Tan, "This is a trump card that I plan to save for the Battle of Butterfly..." He breathed out, "It's worthy of praise. But...
I still have to say something... In terms of fighting, I think I won't lose to anyone, so... I'm sorry!"
He raised his arm and punched Xiao Tan on the ground.
But...this punch was also empty.
"Huh?" Qisha was stunned, "Can you still move..." He raised his head and searched for his opponent's position, "Or should I say... haven't given up yet?"
"Haha..." sneered, a weird sneer, "You think you can't lose to anyone in fighting?" Xiaotan's tone changed and became extremely arrogant, "Just you?" (To be continued...)
