This is the result of Feng Zhou's thinking after reading Buddhist and Taoist scriptures, materialism, and idealist classics in his mind during his two lifetimes. It was involuntarily combined with Feng Zhou's martial arts, which he himself could not feel.
The clown went all out, but was very shocked in his heart: "Incredible! It's incredible. In just a few days, this Chinese boy can compete with me head-on in fighting. Does it mean that every one of them Chinese has the potential of Bruce Lee?"
Of course the clown didn't know that Feng Zhou was constantly improving his inner self by regulating his breathing, and through fighting training, his physique was constantly getting stronger, and his strength was growing every day. This practice method was just like turning on a cheating device.
The clown will never know that there will always be someone with a golden finger in this world.
The two fought for hundreds of rounds, and Feng Zhou began to gasp for air. After all, he had only trained for half a month, and his physical strength had dropped drastically.
When the clown saw this, his eyes lit up. During the fight, a cold light flashed in his hand. A dagger appeared in his hand, and he slashed towards Feng Zhou's arm.
If this knife is real, it can be inserted into Feng Zhou's arm and destroy one of his hands.
Feng Zhou's physical strength declined drastically. He didn't react until the tip of the knife scratched his arm, and he quickly retreated. The dagger drew a long path on his arm, and blood flowed out.
Feng Zhou took a few steps back, grabbed several chairs and threw them at the clown, only to dodge his attacks.
"Hahaha, Feng, your arm has been cut by me. The blood will keep flowing. With every drop of blood, your physical strength will drop by one point. You can't escape anymore. I will kill you right away.
!Hehehehahahahehehehe..."
The clown let out a weird laugh, easily avoided the chair that hit him, and continued to attack Feng Zhou.
But Feng Zhou didn't dare to fight him head-on. He kept looking for things to throw at the clown, and then dodged around.
"Hey hey hey... I have sealed the door. You can't escape. Soon you will feel soreness and weakness in your limbs. Then your brain will feel confused and you will no longer be able to stop the difficulty emanating from deep in your heart.
You will let out a huge yawn, and then fall asleep forever, and you will sleep deeper than a pig..."
The clown chattered endlessly while chasing.
It seemed like he was intimidating, but Feng Zhou knew that he was hypnotizing him. His physical strength had declined, his arm was injured, and his blood was flowing non-stop, resulting in a decrease in resistance, so it would be difficult to stop his hypnosis.
"Even so, there are still things you can't think of!"
Feng Zhou suddenly shouted loudly. He had already fled somewhere and grabbed a table knife. Before the other party could react, he waved his arm and the knife in his hand flew out diagonally, unstoppably splitting open the plastic cover of the restaurant's electric switch.
, cut the fuse in it,
The clown secretly screamed, but before he could make the next move, the power supply stopped, and the light bulbs in the Golden Peacock restaurant went out instantly, leaving it pitch black.
The clown held his breath and remained motionless in the darkness, but after a long time, no sound was heard in the darkness.
"This kid is really calm!" The clown sighed in his heart, and immediately raised the dagger in his hand and fired towards the position where Feng Zhou was standing just now.
"Puff"
What came out was the sound of a dagger hitting the wall, which is enough to show the clown's unparalleled arm strength.
But the clown was not complacent because his dagger did not hit Feng Zhou.
At this time, the clown did not hear the sound of Feng Zhou moving his body.
He didn't move, but the dagger didn't hit him?
"Little guy, you are very smart, but don't forget, you are injured, I will catch you soon!"
The clown's voice came from the darkness, but Noda's restaurant couldn't tell where he was.
But a smile appeared at the corner of Feng Zhou's lips. His feet stepped silently on the concrete floor. His body was like lightning, and he moved lightly across a distance of more than three meters without any movement.
It wasn't that he suddenly became as light as a swallow and no longer made any noise, but that he had been using his breathing to regulate his inner being. At that moment, he used internal breathing instead of external breathing, and his body did not make any movement.
The clown is diagonally ahead.
Feng Zhou bit his steel teeth, turned his palm into a knife and struck at the opponent's neck. His hands followed the trend and twisted around the opponent's arm like a long snake, twisting him violently.
But the clown also reacted quickly and turned around before falling, hitting Feng Zhou hard on the shoulder.
"Pfft..."
"Plop..."
One is the sound of Feng Zhou vomiting blood, and the other is the sound of the clown landing.
"Hahaha, I'm going to tell you a joke. Someone called his wife and asked how his cat was doing. As a result, the wife said the cat was dead. The man was very angry and said..."
"Kang Dang Dang..."
There was a sudden sound of glass shattering and metal breaking, interrupting the clown's talk. A gust of wind whizzed past, and a dim streetlight shone in, illuminating the clown's pale face even more terrifyingly.
Because Feng Zhou had already taken advantage of this opportunity to escape out of the window.
"Well, since you don't want to listen to jokes, I'll bring a pistol next time!"
The clown shrugged, looking very unconcerned.
However, he knew in his heart that after Feng Zhou escaped this time, it might be difficult to escape.
It turns out that the clown had been blocking Feng Zhou from escaping through the window just now, because he had set up traps at the door and the kitchen. As long as Feng Zhou escaped from there, he would be ambushed.
Unexpectedly, Feng Zhou risked a close fight with him, forced his way through the barrier, and escaped through the window.
The clown had to admit that the Chinese boy he had taught had an outstanding mind and reaction. If he could not kill him this time, it would be difficult to catch him in the future.
He curled his lips, walked into the kitchen, looked at the waiters who had fallen to the floor, all of them staring blankly, nodded with satisfaction, and murmured: "Only dead assistants are good assistants. I alone can not only make those gentlemen
A lady's fear can also make Carman Feconi wet his pants. Gotham can only be my Gotham!"
As the clown said this, he walked to the counter, in the kitchen where there were dead bodies on the floor, picked up those delicious delicacies, put them in his mouth and swallowed them with a look of enjoyment.
In an alley not far away, Feng Zhou opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of turbid blood. The pool of blood was still covered with dense air bubbles.
After all, his body was still overwhelmed, and he was completely defeated in the battle with the clown. He was almost at the end of his strength, and he could barely stand by relying only on his strong will.
"He is worthy of being a super fighting master. In terms of physical fitness and strength, I am afraid he has reached the limit of human beings. No wonder he can fight against Batman who is full of high-tech products. His intelligence and martial arts are at the pinnacle of mankind!"
"The most urgent thing is that I have to find a place to stay, but I can't let the clown find me."
Feng Zhou was thinking about this, and then thought: "I left traces in that restaurant, which must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise the clown will definitely pass these on to Maloney or the police station..."
"Boom..."
Just when he thought of this, a sudden explosion sounded, interrupting Feng Zhou's thinking. When he looked back, he saw that the restaurant was already ablaze with fire...