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Chapter 122 The Secret of Death Fist

The night is falling, and thick water mist is spreading unbridled. In the distance beyond the end of the field of vision, there seems to be the sound of the tide lapping at the shore. It is faint and not very clear, but it is really there. It can be regarded as adding a layer of background rendering to the current chaotic area.

Sound effects.

In the hot spring club, chaos continued.

And as the time approaches, it becomes more and more intense. From time to time, you can hear the sound of concentrated gunfire and loud noises like demolition of walls and explosions. No matter what the outcome of this battle is, it is inevitable to enter this hot spring club.

The business is closed for renovation. So when it comes to doing business, the choice of location is really important. The boss has a very good vision right now. He must have invited many masters for guidance. No, this is very prosperous and lively...

Looking at the chaotic scene, a person who had just climbed in from the west wall thought so.

There was also fighting breaking out in the direction behind him when he came in. In fact, except for the endless sea to the east, there were firefights in the other three directions. However, compared to the fierce situation inside the guild hall, the fighting outside seemed more restrained.

It's normal. After all, it's not the main battlefield, and the goals of both sides are inconsistent. One side has no benefit and can't afford to go early, and doesn't want to waste firepower in an irrelevant area. Although one side accepted the order, the original intention of the order was to delay it as long as possible.

The primary purpose is not to lose manpower, but also to declare the status of the master. After all, it is your own territory. If you don't resist and let the foreign invaders come and go as they please, you will lose face... It sounds like a joke, but

In fact, this is something that must be done. The underground world is like this. Good intentions cannot tolerate fists. Only fists can be reciprocated. You can do what you can within your ability and stop in moderation. But you cannot take no action at all, otherwise you will be bullied at the doorstep.

Until death.

Going too far, in this case, there will naturally not be a fierce scene between the two parties that will knock the dog's brains out. It is precisely because of this that a certain guy who finally got the news missed the opportunity and was the first to get in.

Inside the clubhouse.

Well, it's still late...

After a general observation, I walked towards the busiest accommodation building. Above my head were bullets whizzing. It was a duel between snipers. The snipers in the club were obviously more organized and their attacks were more methodical.

And they have the geographical advantage of being the first to move in, but they are currently being suppressed...

He turned his head to the side, distinguishing the unique dull gunshots coming from all directions, and searched for a slightly cold and crisp shooting sound effect. Every time he made a sound, a sniper rifle fell silent at a high point in the hall. It may not always be the case.

Kill, but the terrifying pressure that follows you must be given... Tsk, the level is not bad... This is what makes the sniper rifle different from other weapons. In addition to the cold and efficient decapitation with one blow, it also has a certain degree of tactical suppression.

ability!

Now, it is obvious that there is a very high-level sniper in the invaders' team. It is precisely because of his existence that the sniper team on Kyushu Rise's side has high advantages, but they are completely unable to use them. They appear to be cowardly and extremely

passive.

Bang——

Just as he followed the shadow of the wall to the southwest side of the accommodation building, a small iron door not far from his eyes was suddenly slammed open from the inside. There was no rebound, and it was directly embedded into the wall next to him, followed by a huge body with his head bowed.

, strode out.

He looked up and raised his eyes again. He must be at least two and a half meters tall. His arms were extremely long and slender, almost reaching his knees. He was wearing a pair of tattered camouflage pants, and his strong upper body was wearing nothing. Oh, what if

If that excessively thick body hair can be considered a body-covering garment, then he is wearing a wool vest, or one with velvet and thickening... What is particularly eye-catching are those eyes, which are scarlet and seem to be filled with pure blood.

, there is no normal human emotion at all, only desire, bloodlust, savagery and unconcealable fear...

He, or it? Really should feel scared, because the head held in one hand has been cut off nearly half, and the neck joint, blood vessels, flesh, and white bones are exposed in the air, which is hideous and terrifying. Such injuries must be sustained.

It would have been cold enough for a normal person, but the person in front of me was running around like a normal person.

As for the source of fear, a figure rushed out from the small iron gate again. This figure was relatively shorter, especially compared with the giant in front, he was just like a dwarf. But he was dragging it upside down in his hand.

A giant machete, stained with blood, with several broken gaps on the blade... But the most eye-catching thing is his pair of eyes that seem to be even brighter than a sharp sword, fanatical, stubborn, excited, determined...



What kind of eyes are they? They seem to be expressing the same meaning over and over again, hack you to death! Hack you to death! Hack you to death... Until, following the steps of the giant, I looked up and saw a tall figure blocking the way.

In front, or more accurately, we encountered each other. The latter stood there without moving, but the giant came straight here, oh, straight towards the wall behind him... This is not important. The important thing is,

"Teacher?" He slowed down his steps and stopped subconsciously.

Between two points, a straight line is the shortest. It is indeed a simple truth that everyone understands. But you are not a human now, you are an orangutan, you are a King Kong! If you still follow human principles after this, is it a bit embarrassing for your hybrid species?

Already?

Sighing, he straightened his body and spread out, instead of retreating, he advanced forward. With only one wrong turn, he easily avoided the big sandbag fist coming at him. He actively got into the arm range like a mantis with his arms like a car, stepped on the ground, and lunged forward, his body was like static electricity.

Twitching and trembling slightly, a punch was struck silently, lightly imprinting on the vital position of the heart covered by the wool vest.

"break--"

I drank it softly and paused. The whole scene seemed to be frozen at this moment. There was a vague bang like a heavy hammer breaking a cowhide drum head, dull and slight. Immediately, a thundering roar suddenly sounded, like the horizon.

Thunder exploded in the ears, and it was like the last cry of a dying beast. He straightened his body and flew out, flying several feet away. He pushed down a small section of the wall before the force was released, and he rolled to the ground.

Look at the giant named Orangutan No. 2, standing quietly on the spot, looking up to the sky and roaring, as motionless as a black iron sculpture. There was water mist and the night wind blew by, and the arms covering his neck hung down feebly, half of his head

Then he drooped on one side, his round eyes dispersed the last trace of scarlet, and he fell down like a jade pillar pushing down a mountain of gold, and the ground around him trembled.

"Death punch..."

Not far behind, the short man murmured in a low voice, his eyes widened again. It was different from the previous enthusiasm and stubbornness, but simply blazing, as if there were two flames burning in his pupils.

This is not the first time he has seen Death Fist. Unfortunately, he was severely injured the previous time and the angle where he lay was not very good. Although he was aware of it, he did not witness the details with his own eyes. This time it was completely different.

He saw it very clearly and carefully. Every frame of the scene was played in his mind like a movie, including the imaginary scene of a huge heart instantly shattering. All the details were revealed.

The perfect timing, the perfect opponent, the precise and skillful skills... perfect! Everything is perfect!

As mentioned before, the death punch is extremely powerful. Once it is hit, there is basically no way out. But corresponding to it are extremely strict and even harsh trigger conditions, strength, angle, skills, environment, psychology, and even for

Complete control of the opponent, etc. This is a fatal punch that must meet a series of necessary prerequisites before it can be executed.

It is almost impossible to use it in actual combat. The first buffer time of reading the bar is the concentration of the whole body's strength, which eliminates the possibility of actual combat. Unless the strength gap between the two sides is huge, the result of forcibly using it may only be to injure yourself and give your opponent a chance.

.

But it has to be said that the orang-utan, who is bloated and slightly slow to react, is indeed the best target for death punch. Of course, having said that, no one will take the risk and try it as a trifle with their life, just like the scene just now

, it may seem like an understatement, but in fact, as long as there is a mistake in any link, it is hard to say who will die... This requires a strong heart that can swim on the edge of a knife, and absolute confidence in one's own strength!

It turns out... I can kill mutants with fists and kicks alone, but my martial arts skills are not good enough...

"You really came here with a knife?"

"Because the teacher told me."

"……very good."

Stamping his numb legs and feet, Tang Chao looked up and down at the machete, which was almost as tall as a man, and couldn't help but grin.

The suggestion was that he was right. The primitive weapons had a good restraint effect on the orangutans, but... well, Ren Buping, who has natural divine power and unyielding will, would have had to ask someone else to carry this at least 200 yuan.

With a heavy sword, it is very possible to kill a person from exhaustion, let alone chop him to death.

"The mutated lynx isn't in there, right?"

"No, there are only three... two orangutans." Ren Buping replied after looking at the huge corpse on the ground.

No wonder... Tang Chao nodded clearly. If the mutated lynx were in this hot spring hall, it would not be so easy for Kyushu Rising to control the overall situation so easily. At least he would have to go back to the mountains and invite the young monk to come and take charge. However,

The sequelae of the latter's superpower are too variable. Unless absolute safety can be guaranteed or the situation is urgent, Rise of Kyushu will not let the little monk take action easily.

"Teacher, are you here to kill that lynx?"

"Haha, are you crazy or am I crazy?" Tang Chao waved his hand casually, "You are busy with your business, I am here to seek revenge. Well, it's just that with the way you are fighting now, my enemies are mixed in the crowd, there is no way

Let's do it...forget it, let's do it my way...where is the staircase?"

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