Looking at the little devil standing across from him with a vigilant face, He Zhenzhong smiled, but his sinister smile made many people feel chills in their vests.
The kid opposite didn't use his head, but instead pulled out a long and narrow samurai sword from his back.
Japanese ninja? He Zhenzhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. If he beats this guy into a turtle later, he would be called a Ninja Turtle.
"This knife was passed down from my grandfather. It is extremely sharp. It has killed thousands of people on the battlefield in China. Soldiers, women, and children were all beheaded with one knife. My grandfather also suffered from this.
Earned the title of Killer of Thousands of People." The little devil sneered.
He Zhenzhong's face changed, becoming as gloomy as water, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He gritted his teeth and spoke for the first time on the ring, "Congratulations, you have achieved your goal. You have successfully angered me."
"Humph." The little devil snorted coldly, held the samurai sword horizontally with both hands, shouted loudly, stepped on the ground with his toes, and rushed towards He Zhenzhong.
Sizzle.
The tip of the katana kept sliding across the ground, sparks flying everywhere.
"The speed is fast enough and the steps are steady. This ninja is very strong."
"I have practiced martial arts since I was a child and received training in the army. It is normal for me to be good at it."
Several instructors standing aside murmured, a little shocked by the little devil's strength.
Less than one meter away from He Zhenzhong, the little devil suddenly stamped his feet on the ground, jumped into the air, stretched his body, and raised the samurai sword held in both hands back to the extreme.
call.
The long and narrow katana slashed straight down.
Why didn't you hide away? Seeing He Zhenzhong standing still, the little devil's sneer in his eyes became even worse, and he cursed in his heart that he didn't know how to live or die. Even if there was only a thick tree stump standing there, he was confident to cut it off with a knife now, let alone
A person of flesh and blood?
"Ah." With a loud shout, the little devil concentrated all his strength to the point of injury, and the handle of the samurai sword creaked when he squeezed it, as if it was about to be broken.
The people around him stared at He Zhenzhong with wide eyes. If he chose to trade his injuries for his life this time, he would definitely be crippled even if he died.
call.
"I learned something from China secretly and then changed it and made it my own. Haha, is it useful?" He Zhenzhong said lightly and stamped his right foot on the ground with a thud.
He exploded with all his strength.
What this little devil just said had completely angered him.
So fast.
too fast.
Many people only saw He Zhenzhong move his feet, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the Japanese ninja.
The little devil's eyes also changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "It's useless, just die."
call.
He Zhenzhong's scalp could even feel the sharp blade.
call.
The expected scene of blood splattering and brains flying did not appear. The blade of the samurai sword cut off a few hairs of He Zhenzhong and could no longer fall back.
His hands were grabbed, the little devil gritted his teeth, circled his feet, and landed on the wound on He Zhenzhong's chest with two bangs.
But He Zhenzhong's body swayed slightly, then stabilized, and his hands violently twisted.
The little devil was in pain, his face changed sharply, he quickly let go, let go of the samurai sword, then used all his strength to stamp on He Zhenzhong's chest, took it off, and then somersaulted back.
He Zhenzhong followed closely, then jumped on one side of his body and swept out with his right foot.
"Tan legs."
call.
The little devil flipping backwards in the air had no way to use his strength to dodge.
boom.
His body was hit and he screamed, his body was kicked away by He Zhenzhong like a sandbag.
With a step of his foot, the samurai sword that had fallen to the ground bounced up. He Zhenzhong grabbed it with his right hand, then kicked the ground with his foot, and his body shot out as fast as lightning.
The little devil is still falling down.
"Yeah." He Zhenzhong shouted, burst out with all his strength, leaped over in one stride, and jumped into the air.
"Tan legs."
boom.
The little devil received another kick on his vest, and his body fell faster.
Boom, he landed, he held up his hands, stood up, and wanted to retreat quickly.
boom.
However, a huge force came from his shoulders, and it was He Zhenzhong's legs that pressed down again.
Boom, the little devil couldn't bear it, bent his feet and knelt down violently.
call.
Hearing the howling wind, the little devil's face turned gray, "I admit it!"
puff.
The sound stopped suddenly, a splash of blood spattered, and a bloody human head flew up, landed on the ground with a thump, and rolled several times before stopping.
Boom, the headless body fell to the ground.
Quiet, the whole place was deathly quiet.
Many people stared wide-eyed and gasped. A powerful ninja was beheaded like this? He was clearly very aggressive just now, but why did he become like this in the blink of an eye?
He Zhenzhong held the samurai sword and glanced at the corpse indifferently, "You should have heard of a saying in China, which is that the father's debt is repaid by the son, so you deserve to die."
Although He Zhenzhong's voice was not loud, it made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts and feel an inexplicable panic.
Whoosh, He Zhenzhong threw the samurai sword upwards. Without looking at it again, he took out the dragon tooth head with his right hand and swung it down suddenly, "Kill me thousands of people and cut them off."
call.
when.
The samurai sword that had killed thousands of Chinese people broke into two pieces and fell to the ground with a clang.
The entire scene was deathly quiet, and even the fighting in the other three arenas stopped.
This is the fourth one. This is the fourth special operations elite who died in the hands of He Zhenzhong. There is no suspense at all, and there is not even any ability to fight back.
Who dares to go up there?
For a moment, time seemed to have stood still. No one spoke or moved. They all just stared at He Zhenzhong with shock on their faces.
"I'm here, isn't it Chinese Kung Fu? Hum hum, I can do it too." A short, dark guy clenched his fists and walked out. He came to the edge of the ring and without losing any movement, tilted his body and made a three hundred
He climbed onto the ring with a 60-degree side somersault and landed firmly.
"Hmph, you just continued to burst out with high intensity, do you feel exhausted now?" The guy stared at He Zhenzhong with a sneer on his face, a sinister look in his eyes flashing.
He Zhenzhong raised his eyebrows. The guy in front of him indeed seemed to have practiced Chinese Kung Fu...