Although many people looked at Zhang Yujie eagerly, they surrounded him as soon as he came on the field. However, the effective distance that can attack Zhang Yujie is only a circle with him as the center, so the only people around him that have a real impact are those around him.
Four or five people.
But this is enough. Guarding against more than a dozen fists and feet at the same time, you can't take care of the front but not the back, and you can't take care of the left but the right. Moreover, a dozen people on the periphery are still staring at Zhang Yujie in the middle. As long as the one closest to him is
When the physical strength of several people became a little slack, they immediately replaced each other, just like a wheel battle. Even if Zhang Yujie was the God of War, he would be knocked to the ground sooner or later.
If it were me, I would definitely give full play to my advantage of dodging and maneuvering. I would hide as many as I could and run as far as I could. I would have loved to have plunged into the concrete ground so that they would not find me.
But if it were Zhang Yujie before, he would stare at the strongest unlucky guy and start fighting. No matter how many people behind him attacked him, he would still ignore it and concentrate on catching one person and beating him. Whoever falls first would be himself.
Which one falls first depends entirely on physical strength and luck.
But now Zhang Yujie obviously no longer uses the same tactics as before. His eyes are like wild wolves in the dark night, staring directly at the few people around him who are attacking him at the same time.[
Although these people around him attacked Zhang Yujie at the same time, their physical fitness was different and they had not undergone any special tacit training, so the speed of their fists and kicks must also be different, one first and then the other.
Many people take it for granted that thin people are more flexible than fat people, but at this moment, the first thing that came close to Zhang Yujie's cheek was the fist of a real fat man.
My heart was in my throat, and I just stared at Zhang Yujie. I was hit twice on the body, but it was like being scratched and it didn't bother me much.
Just when the fat man's fist was still a few inches away from Zhang Yujie's cheek, Zhang Yujie hit the fat man's neck hard with his knife. The fat man didn't even have time to howl, and fell straight to the ground.
It worked! It worked!
But at the same time, the fists and kicks of several other people also landed on Zhang Yujie's body. Attacks of this level had no effect on me, let alone Zhang Yujie, who was more durable than me.