"He's in the lounge at nine o'clock. No, he climbed out of the window and set the fire——"
"I hit him... it was fake, I was deceived, it was the coat..."
"He penetrated the wall! Are you kidding? It's a load-bearing wall... Units, be careful, I can't see him..."
"Ahua is injured...he is still approaching at eleven o'clock..."
"Retract the front, retreat, retreat, retreat... don't throw grenades!"
"spread--"
…
The sound of fierce gunfire, explosions, and the sound of broken doors, windows, and walls being collapsed can be heard for a while. If you look down from a high position, you will clearly see a line of defense that was extremely solid ten minutes ago in the peripheral area of the performance backstage.
It collapsed in pieces, each bunker and stronghold was abandoned, and then the entire defense line was forced to retreat with a few points breaking through.
Behind it is the main stage for the performance.
"One person cuts, one person cuts... Is this the impact of a top killer..." Gao Changfeng, who led a few people from the backstage of the performance to the edge of the stage, looked at the figures looming in the smoke and dust behind him.
, charging wildly in a front-arrow formation, driving them here in a way that is almost like driving ducks into the river. There was a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth, "What a frustrating scene!"
"Yes, everyone is talking about the myth of close combat, but who really understands his marksmanship and combat skills? It seems that they are not much inferior to those of Shinto people..."
"I think it's okay." The team member next to him looked at the position of the overwhelming arrow and said optimistically, "How to deal with this mad dog is an international problem. We have done a very good job, and the containment effect is obvious. The Zong team's
Bian Ye and his liaison officers retreated safely, this was a successful operation."
This is the fact. Don't look at the passive posture of Kyushu Rising, which seems to be a crushing defeat. In fact, they have successfully completed the predetermined tactical objectives, attracting firepower, delaying time and controlling casualties. Although this is relying on manpower advantages and a large amount of firepower to suppress
I just did it, but this is part of modern combat, isn't it? What, one-on-one confrontation is fair? Stop making trouble, let's not say that there is never fairness on the battlefield, just say that it is the 21st century now, who
I still have time to play a one-on-one duel...
If the environment didn't allow it, the shells would be fired at you. Believe it or not, any top killer would be done with just one volley!
"That's right." Gao Changfeng is naturally not a pretentious person to be the head of the Jiuzhou Rise Branch. The frustration he had just aroused was just caused by the other party's crazy attack posture. Now he has come back to his senses.
, he stopped thinking about it and simply waved, "Ah Qing and the others are coming, let's retreat..."
Before he finished speaking, boom, sting - there was a loud explosion, and on the main stage nearby, the huge LCD screen suddenly exploded from the middle. Part of the restored power system should also include this big guy, and arc-shaped lightning suddenly flashed.
Suddenly, it reflected countless liquid crystal fragments thrown in the air, which were bright and gorgeous, as if there was a rain of glass, which was very charming and spectacular.
The next moment, a charred body like a discharged cannonball flew several feet across the air and hit the stage with a loud thud. There were wisps of green smoke. It seemed that it was not dead yet, or maybe it was just a subconscious muscle reaction. The whole body twitched and trembled. Immediately,
, another colorful figure jumped from the elevated platform behind the stage, landed next to it, twisted his neck and looked down, with a crazy and gloomy face full of anger,
"It's so weird!"
"What happened tonight?"
"Who are you not? Do I know you? Why would you shoot at me?!"
Whoa, the muzzles of the guns were raised in unison.
I don’t know whether the two people on the stage knew each other, but Gao Changfeng knew the man who was making angry accusations, Fuma Musashi. As for the one lying down, I don’t know him, he should be a South Korean gunman...
Fuma Musashi was very angry. This was obvious. He didn't even look at Gao Changfeng and others at the edge of the stage. They just pointed at the charred body on the ground and spat wildly.
Seeing this, Gao Changfeng and the others looked at each other in confusion. They didn't know whether to pull the trigger or take the opportunity to quietly walk away... No kidding, they felt like they could really leave, because the person on the stage seemed really engaged and quite involved.
Seriously, I can’t bear to be disturbed just by looking at it.
During the hesitation, a rapid gasp came from the headset, "Captain, we're here, where are you? Whoops, where's that mad dog... Uh, why is there someone on stage performing... a talk show?"
"..."
Taking a breath, Gao Changfeng calmed down: "Stop talking nonsense, leave this to the little Zen Master. The others will follow me back and kill those Beiteng Si bastards!" This is not their stage, and of course they can't beat it.
, but it is still not a problem to capture a few Kitouji assassins.
As soon as this side moved, Tai Feng Mo Musashi turned his head and looked back. Squirt after spray. It goes without saying that top killers are sensitive to the surrounding environment. That is to say, there was no shooting here just now, otherwise the fight would have started long ago.
.Looking at Gao Changfeng and others with strange eyes, they put away their guns and turned around, walked around the stage, shook their heads inexplicably, and chased after them. After taking a few steps, they paused slightly and turned to look at the thin man walking up from the stage on one side.
figure,
Dressed in gray clothes, with a bald head and scarred hair, and slightly shy brows, he was the young monk from Dadu. He walked onto the stage step by step, and then walked towards this side. Fuma Musashi did not rush him.
, standing there not knowing what to think, looking thoughtful.
When he arrived, the young monk put his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, are you the wind, the benefactor of the wind demon?" After tying the knot, he became even more shy. It seemed that he rarely interacted with others, and he seemed to be reluctant to greet others.
"Monk..." Fuma Musashi looked sideways and raised his eyebrows slightly, "A monk who has risen from Kyushu, I know that a man named Kuzhu has some abilities, but he is already dead. I remember I was sad for a while when I received the news.
, a pretty good opponent, but it’s a pity that it’s gone like this.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He nodded honestly and agreed, "I am thinking of you, the almsgiver. I am a young monk. Ku Zhu is my master, and I will be born in the year of bliss."
"Oh..." Fuuma Musashi suddenly seemed to have some interest, and asked proactively, "Little monk, how much have you learned from Kuzhu?"
Dadu thought about it carefully and replied: "Meditation, meditation, chanting, and Arhat Boxing."
"Ha, that sounds like a lot, come on, come on!" Fuma Musashi laughed and waved enthusiastically, "Let me see if you use it. Well, if you don't know how to do it, I will beat you to death."
"Please give me some advice from the donor."
With a peaceful look on his face, the young monk clasped his hands and bowed again. In a moment, when his back straightened up, wow, the blue and gray clothes automatically moved without wind, and there was a cold and stirring sound.
"Roar--"
The loud and long roar that didn't sound like a human voice suddenly exploded, like the king of beasts leaping to the highest point in the forest and looking back to show his power. The majestic power exploded crazily, radiating indiscriminately in all directions, and the entire steel-framed stage rustled.
Surrender and tremble.
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"Um?"
Tang Chao, who was walking silently in a dark passage somewhere, raised his head and raised his eyebrows. At this movement, the young monk had arrived... Guessing, he couldn't help but speed up his steps. He just went to see someone off the gymnasium, so he came a little late, well,
It shouldn't be too late. A certain mad dog is still very tenacious and is unlikely to be kicked to death... right?
I hurriedly walked through the passage and arrived at the scene. I didn't have time to take a closer look, so I glanced at it from a distance and saw a figure flying across the main stage... I felt calm at once. Fortunately, I caught up.
He turned around and climbed up the stairs and quickly reached the top of the stand. He glanced left and right and chose a position directly opposite the stage. He squatted down and placed the sniper rifle in his hand on the back of the seat and fixed it.
After doing all this, Tang Chao finally raised his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the battle situation on the main stage. Coincidentally, a figure flew out again... naturally it was Fuma Musashi, there was no doubt about it! Because there were only two people in the field.
Individuals, one of them is still non-human, highly identifiable...
There are lights above the performance site, but the lighting areas are extremely scattered, with rows of lights on and rows off, making the light mottled and dim. For example, where Tang Chao is currently, there is no light at all. There is no light directly above the main stage.
, but there are a few lights on the side, and you can roughly see them clearly when you project them over.
The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the figure of the Tao giant, standing on the stage, roughly estimated to be at least three meters tall, with a huge shiny bald head, like an ancient weathered dark gray rock skin, and as if every piece of explosive muscle is stuffed with potent TNT.
Groups, like stone lumps, with overflowing golden Sanskrit characters rolling around outside the body...
This image is different from the one I saw last time in the small temple in the mountains. The visual impact is not that strong. The most intuitive thing is the skin color. Last time it was metallic bronze, this time it is rocky dark gray. The biggest difference is actually the eyes.
The eyes are no longer full of angry and murderous monster blood eyes, but there is some sense in them, although not much, but it does exist...
Seeing this, Tang Chao suddenly understood. This was not the form of Arhat subduing the dragon, but the form of Arhat crouching against the tiger. This was also a state that the young monk could control. In this state, the young monk could maintain a certain degree of sanity.
, can also clearly distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, unlike the subdued dragon form which is like a killing god, it cannot distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, forgetting both things and ourselves. Killing whoever you see will not stop until you die!
Therefore, from the perspective of lethality and destructiveness, the Crouching Tiger Form is far inferior to the Subduing Dragon Form, but the former does not have any advantages. The most significant one is the extremely abnormal defense power. In this state,
Little monk, don't talk about swords and clubs. Even the modern artillery, which is called the God of the battlefield, can carry it as long as it is not hit directly. In this case, let alone pistol bullets, the power will not be better than that of mosquitoes.
How big of a bite...
Therefore, the little monk in this form looks particularly heavy, clumsy, and majestic, like a mountain, a towering mountain!
In comparison, Fuuma Musashi, who was constantly jumping up and down around the mountain and being swept away from time to time, was nothing more than an inconspicuous little flea...
Grinning, silent. Flea... haha, flea... hahahahahaha... I can't do it, I can't do it...
Ahem, please forgive someone for laughing unkindly. This is the fact. Fuma Musashi is actually not short. He has a well-proportioned figure. Even if he wears shoes, he must be 1.8 meters. He is considered an outlier among the men of the island country, but he is afraid of everything.
In comparison, the so-called comparison between people will lead to death, and comparison of goods will lead to throwing away goods. Standing in front of today's little monk, he really has no cards at all, haha...
Resisting the urge to take out his cell phone to take pictures and suppressing his smile, Tang Chao tried his best to turn his attention to the battle situation.
Due to the distance, I can't see the specific details clearly. But it can be seen that Fuma Musashi is still working very hard, trying to use various methods and launch offensives from various tricky angles. The effect is not bad, although he will be knocked out from time to time, but
In fact, the little monk also made retreating movements. The scene was not evenly divided, but it was definitely not the completely one-sided crushing he had imagined.
There is certainly a reason for the lack of attack power in the Futora form, but the main factor is the terrifying strength of Fuuma Musashi himself. The myth of close combat is not just blown away. Can you imagine that a powerful whip kick will knock the Fuuma out of the Futora form?
Did the young monk take half a step back? Fuma Musashi did it. The terrifying power contained in it was nothing more than the air wave of the cannonball.
In addition, I have to say that Fuma Musashi's fighting will is really amazing. Facing a desperate opponent like the young monk, he is not discouraged at all. On the contrary, his fighting enthusiasm is extremely high, even excited, and he is often defeated just a moment ago.
He was smashed away, and the next moment he couldn't wait to pounce again. He was defeated again and again, and he was defeated again and again. Just imagining his crazy posture can't help but make people's scalp numb...
However, in the final analysis, we still have to respect reality and respect the results.
As for other things, you are very hardworking, very hard-working, and your spirit is worthy of praise, but how can I put it... Mosquitoes also work very hard when sucking blood, and they live towards death. Do you know how hard they work?
But that doesn’t stop you from killing them, right?
The current reality is that Fuma Musashi is this mosquito, and the young monk is blasting it with the intention of swatting it to death!
In the final analysis, this is not a level at all, or a competition between species. The little monk who has turned on the Arhat form is really beyond the power of human beings.
To put it more bluntly, even if the king of killers, Shinto Kosei, came over, he would still have to lie down. Of course, the latter would not be as crazy as Fuma Musashi, or any killer with a sane mind, including Tang Dynasty
, none of them would show any intention to fight against the little monk in this state. Only the one in front of him did it despite knowing that he couldn't do it, and he still fought like a tiger...
Having said that, this is why the Tang Dynasty came back again and again to join in the fun!
He knew a certain person's character very well... He placed one hand lightly on the handle of the sniper rifle, and held the gun steady with the other hand. He turned slightly sideways into a comfortable position, and was not in a hurry to open the cover of the night vision goggles. For a top-notch
For a killer, even in a fierce battle that does not allow for distraction, there is no lack of dangerous intuition to discern external locks, especially the locks of high-magnification lenses...
You only have one chance, fortunately, all you have to do is wait!