There were no spotlights, no choreography, and no smoke. Even the originally beautiful stage layout had become pitted. Several solid steel plates were directly broken and opened, mixed with the remains of equipment such as sound and lighting, and the scene was devastated.
The only thing that can be used may be the continuous background sound effects.
Either the wind blows or the drum beats, or the clang is like the clash of iron weapons, not the crisp clang of swords clashing, it is not so sharp, and it is not so thin, it looks thick and heavy, just like two big iron cylinders hitting each other, one after another.
, the shock makes people feel tight in the chest, panic, and want to vomit.
It is hard to imagine that these sounds are the movements made by human fists and feet, but the fact is right in front of us. When the two people on the stage raise their hands, throw their feet, or collide, the air waves around them are rolling wildly, and the sound is infinite.
Explosion. By the way, when these sounds come to an end, there is often a roar and explosion, and a figure flies out...
Fuma Musashi fought very hard, and perhaps from an outsider's perspective, he fought very stupidly.
There are very few dodges and moves, and there are basically no wandering fights to avoid the sharp edges. Some are just head-on collisions with hard bridges and hard horses! This seems to be unwise, after all, the appearance and size of the two sides are obvious, and they are not the same at first glance.
How can the tonnage level be good if it is placed right on the front?
But the actual situation is not that simple. The little monk in the form of Arhat does seem to be a bit bulky, but he is not bulky and slow. On the contrary, he has the advantage of height and long legs, and his instant attack range covers a wide range. Ren Er has exquisite footwork and body posture.
Fa Rufeng could easily catch up to Fa Rufeng with just one turn and one step. In this situation, if you want to engage in guerrilla warfare, you are really overthinking it...
In fact, from the perspective of someone who transformed into Lao Yinbi, Fuuma Musashi played very smartly. If you look closely, you can see that although the latter was swept away many times and looked extremely embarrassed, he was only able to sweep away from the beginning to the end.
That's all.
This is a deliberate result. Fuma Musashi never accepts some fists and knees from top to bottom or bottom to top, as well as grabbing and grappling techniques. Even if he is forced into a desperate situation, he would rather take a powerful blow.
He would never parry the big whistling leg sweeps, nor the mediocre slashes and hooks...
Applying certain game settings, to put it simply, you can knock me away, but you can never knock me to a standstill.
This is really important. In terms of the little monk's current combat effectiveness, even in the Fuhu form, which lacks damage, as long as it is given a chance to output at a fixed point, it does not need a set. With a few punches and kicks, the light armored vehicle will be destroyed.
I'll tear it apart for you, let alone a body of flesh and blood. Therefore, there is nothing wrong with Fuma Musashi's fighting style, but the problem is his thoughts, his brain is so messed up...
It depends on how long you can hold on... Silently watching the battle situation, holding the sniper rifle, Tang Chao expressed that he was not in a hurry at all.
This is the truth. In the face of absolute strength, strategy and cleverness are useless.
For people whose melee fighting ability reaches the level of Fuma Musashi, external weapons are secondary, and the body is the first order of battle. But the human body is not a steel machine... In fact, even steel machines have wear and tear problems, let alone living things.
A person...who is hit once or several times may be able to withstand it by relying on the results of long-term actual combat training, willpower, etc., but this situation is absolutely impossible to last continuously, and the human body has its limits after all.
Tang Chao didn't know where Fuma Musashi's limit was, but it had been about four or five minutes since he first heard the roar. At this time, Fuma Musashi was clearly unable to withstand it.
The colorful shirts had long been torn by the strong wind, and the beach shorts had turned into tattered cloth strips. The eyes were blood red, the mouth and nose were bleeding, and the body was covered with bruises and blood stains. There was almost no intact skin. Then.
The attack was still fierce, and he still pounced without hesitation after being knocked away, but his fist and kick movements inevitably slowed down...
Well, don't look down on this person's endurance because of this. You must know that at about this time, under the rainy night in the small mountain temple last year, a group of fully armed professional gunmen had collapsed and fled all over the mountains and plains, crying for their fathers and mothers.
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The young monk must have also noticed the change in Fuuma Musashi's state. His overall momentum changed suddenly. He no longer swept his legs and decisively moved forward. As long as it was not a vital part, he would not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries. He pressed forward step by step and punched
Then a punch, a storm-like offensive, almost suffocating terrifying pressure, gradually formed a crushing situation, as if it was going to hammer Fuuma Musashi to death on the spot in one breath!
Uh... the sudden turn of the battle situation made Tang Chao startled. He blinked inexplicably and said, "Are monks also so cruel..."
Okay, this is a joke. People in the Tang Dynasty who believed in the rise of Kyushu, including the deceased Zen Master Kuzhu, should have solemnly explained to the little monk the principle of hitting a snake and not dying, but suffering from it. Before opening the Arhat
After the state, well, I won't talk about the subdued dragon form. I will only say that in the crouching tiger form while maintaining your rationality, you must not have any thoughts of mercy.
The little monk himself should also know that the Arhat form is the ultimate double-edged sword. The stronger it is after entering, the weaker it will be after it is released. Either kill the enemy, or be killed by the enemy. There is no third way, so stay
There shouldn't be any hands or anything like that.
But having said that, it seems that he has done this for nothing... Thinking this in his heart, with a soft click, Tang Chao still opened the cover of the night vision goggles, and the upper safety... It would be best to kill him directly, but if
If something unexpected happens, let me give you another ride...
At this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the roar of the tiger exploded again, and the sound shook the whole place.
On the stage, Fuma Musashi, who had been holding on for a long time and was bound to lose, was finally forced to break through the frontal defense. In order to block a black tiger punch, he couldn't help but lift his feet off the ground. The young monk immediately stepped forward with a lunge.
, stamped his foot, making a creaking sound, and the entire steel frame stage couldn't help but tremble. He raised one arm to the sky, like a glaring King Kong holding a gavel, shouted the Buddha's name, and suddenly struck down,
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Fuuma Musashi, who was in mid-air with no way to rely on, could only raise his hand to seal the fight. A large mouthful of blood mist spurted out, and the whole person was thrown out. He fell to the ground like a comet, with a loud boom and explosion, and directly broke through the steel plate of the edge of the stage, and again
I don't know how many steel frames and iron pipes were broken inside, and he fell out from under the stage in an instant. He rolled and knocked over a large number of seats in the front row, and rolled out a messy passage that was several feet long, until he hit the bottom of the middle passage with a bang.
The steel plate, dented, will stop the body shape.
"Wow...cough, huff..."
Panting rapidly, coughing violently, and vomiting out large mouthfuls of blood as if for free, Fuma Musashi, who suffered such severe injuries, did not go into shock on the spot. He shook his head, then shook it again, leaned against the dented steel plate, and raised his obviously broken leg.
Twist your arms, try a few times, grab the steel pipe above your head, kick your legs to straighten up, and look like you want to get up and fight again?
Chance!
Without any hesitation, Tang Chao stood up, picked up the sniper rifle, and ran quickly along the edge of the high-rise stands. At the same time, strings of data continued to slide through his mind. Indoor stadium, wind speed was negligible, humidity, altitude, effective range...the only thing that could be
What he considered was the angle of view. The spot where Fuma Musashi fell could not be seen, but this was not a problem. He ran about fifty meters in a breath, paused, and turned around.
He took a deep breath, half-kneeled on one knee, leaned over, raised the gun, and put his right eye into the mouth of the night vision goggles... As if he had done it thousands of times, the series of actions were smooth, smooth and standard.
The next moment, under the steady crosshair, the embarrassed and miserable figure of Fuuma Musashi appeared. Under the high-power microscope, everything was clearly visible. The latter's injuries seemed to be more serious than imagined. The crosshair moved up, passing over the bones of the thigh,
He paused for a moment as his collapsed chest undulated violently, and the crosshair swayed at the vital position of the heart on his left chest, then moved up again... and finally settled on the face with blood oozing from the facial features, locking on the center of the brow!
The other party was unaware of it, and it was not unexpected. Even a top killer would have difficulty taking care of other injuries. But even if he was alert, he had no chance of survival... In this regard, Tang Chao was extremely confident!
Breathe...breathe...breathe...bye! Pull the trigger...huh?!!!