Chapter 880: Truman's Chu, Young Marshal's Handsome
"Huh——" Ye Fan had no time to dodge and could only punch the wooden stick.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the fist collided with the wooden stick. Ye Fan did not take a step back, but the wooden stick broke into two pieces.
"Pa—" Seeing Ye Fan being so tyrannical, the man in gray changed his face slightly, raised his left hand, and threw a large amount of medicinal powder into Ye Fan's eyes.
Ye Fan closed his eyes slightly and retreated quickly, holding his breath to prevent the powder from being inhaled.
The man in gray clothes didn't waste the opportunity, his eyes suddenly narrowed, as cold as frost.
He was like a poisonous snake that suddenly appeared, showing its most dangerous fangs, and rushed towards Ye Fan from the powder.
Ye Fan, who smelled danger, twitched the corner of his mouth, his body suddenly tensed up, and he moved his steps and took a big step back.
Almost as soon as he moved away from the spot, the man in gray had a samurai sword in his hands, and a thunderous thunder swept across the place where Ye Fan had just stood.
It was silent, but it carried a murderous intent.
Ye Fan hid out, but a small tree broke into two pieces.
"asshole!"
Seeing that the attack failed again, the man in gray roared and stabbed Ye Fan eighteen times.
The knife is sharp and the knife shakes the powder.
The gunpowder was completely ignited.
"court death!"
Seeing how ferocious the opponent was, Ye Fan's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the aggression that had been suppressed surged out! He used the Windward Willow Step to avoid the opponent's continuous eighteen stabs, and also avoided the opponent's series of poisonous needles.
After taking out the dart and poisonous powder, he punched it out hard.
With this punch, Ye Fan hit the opponent's wrist, causing the katana to fly out with a clang.
If he had to capture him alive, Ye Fan would have dealt with him long ago.
"kill!"
The samurai sword was released, and the man in gray jumped up from the ground again. After releasing dozens of poisonous needles to block the attack, he rushed towards the busy part of the park.
Although it was still a bit cool in the morning, people were coming and going in the park, and many elderly people and children were practicing boxing or playing around.
The man in gray wanted to get rid of Ye Fan through the chaos of the crowd.
But Ye Fan, who was closely behind him, kept locking him, hanging behind him like a cat catching a mouse.
They ran and chased each other, and although they made a lot of noise, the people in the park didn't pay attention, thinking it was some kid from another family who had enough to do parkour.
After running for more than ten minutes, the man in gray came to the lakeside of the park. When he saw Ye Fan following him, he turned around and attacked.
"Death -" He raised his arms and punched Ye Fan more than a dozen times.
"Well come."
Ye Fan smiled faintly, his body shook violently, and then he rushed forward with the same swooping attitude.
At the same time, he turned his hands into palms and struck out suddenly with the roaring wind.
"Bang bang!"
The fists and palms collided instantly, creating a fierce wave of air.
After three moves, the man in gray shuddered violently. Even though he used all his strength, he still suffered a big loss in the head-to-head encounter.
He staggered back a few steps before regaining his balance.
Ye Fan did not stop there, his body suddenly jumped up.
The tip of his toe was like a steel knife, slashing hard at the opponent's head with overwhelming force.
Ye Fan has strong fists and sharp kicks.
This sharp kick was so fast and hard that the man in gray didn't even have time to react, so he could only block it with his arms in front of his chest.
"Bang bang bang!"
In an instant, Ye Fan kicked out a dozen more times.
The man in gray clothes felt that his arms were about to explode, and he slammed into a tree.
With a click, he broke the tree and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Stop resisting. You are no match for me. Surrender."
Ye Fan twisted his neck and walked towards the man in gray: "If I don't kill you with one move, if I don't capture you early, I will test your origins."
"Now that the test is over, you can admit defeat."
Ye Fan smiled and thought: "Otherwise you will suffer a lot."
"Death -" After being so humiliated, the man in gray roared, raised his arms, and shot out two more darts.
Ye Fan moved his body and the dart missed.
However, the man in gray also took the opportunity to run out more than ten meters. When he saw Ye Fan chasing after him again, he suddenly rushed into a group of several children who were curious to watch the show.
He grabbed a child with one hand, a girl threw it at Ye Fan, and a boy threw it into the lake.
"Ah--" two children yelled, and the other children were frightened and ran away.
"asshole!"
Ye Fan was furious when he saw this. The shamelessness of the Yangguo people was beyond his imagination, but he had no other way at this time.
He could only jump forward and catch the screaming girl.
Then he stretched out his body again, crossed the lake as fast as he could, grabbed the other boy's ankle, and rescued him from the lake.
The man in gray clothes was stunned, as if he didn't expect that Mark was so powerful that he could save two people.
He thought Ye Fan would fall into the lake to save others.
After this delay, Ye Fan put down the child and chased after him.
The man in gray could only continue to run away in embarrassment, but he could never get rid of Ye Fan, and the distance became closer again.
"Bang -" Suddenly, he took out his last trump card, a homemade short gun.
He shot at Ye Fan, but Ye Fan calmly avoided it.
The man in gray had an ugly face. He didn't expect that Ye Fan could even dodge the gun, and then fired another shot.
After seeing that the second shot was also avoided, he retreated to the lakeside and turned his gun, pointing at an upright old man in Tang suit.
An old man in Tang suit sat on a rock, ignoring the panic of the crowd, and played "Fishing Boats Sing Evening" with an erhu.
The melody is very beautiful and melodious, showing the old man's profound attainments.
"Don't come here, go back."
The man in gray shouted fiercely at Ye Fan: "Otherwise, I will kill this old man!"
Ye Fan stared at the man in gray and shouted: "If you dare to kill innocent people, I will make your life worse than death."
"I, Hachiro Kusanagi, kills people like crazy. Killing an old guy is just for fun."
The man in gray clothes snorted disdainfully: "Get out of here right now, or I will kill him."
Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, the old man in Tang suit was not afraid.
The erhu in his hand played the last note slowly and quickly, as if he didn't care about life or death at all.
Then, he looked at the man in gray and smiled: "I'm not called you old man, I have a name."
His calm demeanor surprised Ye Fan slightly, and he was surprised by the old man's calmness.
"Old man, shut up."
Kusanagi Hachiro's voice was low: "You have a name. Can you pronounce it and engrave it on a monument?"
"I suggest you listen to his name."
At this time, she walked over calmly pretending to be a woman, looked at Hachiro Kusanagi and smiled lightly: "This way you can die in peace."
"Tiger girl!"
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment and was surprised to recognize that the woman was Chu Qing.
"What's so nice about an old and immortal name?"
Hachiro Kusanagi sneered: "Okay, let me sign up for you and see if you can scare me..." Huniu said slowly: "His name is Chu Shuai, Chu from Chumen, Shuai from Young Marshal!"
"Ugly and handsome, I'm still handsome..." Hachiro Kusanagi repeated disapprovingly.
