Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

142. Inviting Foreign Aid! (Fourth Update! Ask For Flowers!)

"Innocent."

A cold light flashed across Ye Dou's eyes.

One person hit the bottom plate, forcing him to be unable to move.

One person restricts weapons, making it impossible to respond with weapons.

One person made a surprise attack with a hidden weapon, and then punched him close to the body, and made him fail the assessment through physical contact.

It was well planned.

These three people should have a good relationship on weekdays, so they can play such a wonderful cooperation under such a situation of downsizing.

But how can his six-thirty stick be so restricted?

Yato twisted his wrist.

The strength penetrates the body of the stick, and the strength is zero distance.

This is the "inch strength" of the spiral

The weapon that the opponent hugged him could only be said to have hit the muzzle of the gun.

"——!?"

Before the body of the stick could be broken, the disciple's palms, chest, sleeves, and even skin were crushed by the force brought by the rotation of the wooden stick, and his flesh and blood were cut off. However, he couldn't even cry out under such trauma. His throat was blocked by the rising mixture, and he backed away again and again after being shocked, kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood mixed with food residues.

Yeto squatted down with one foot to avoid the flying knife flying overhead, and kicked up with the other foot that had just been forced to dodge the knife, hitting the body of the stick.

A wooden stick weighing tens of kilograms was like a whip and lashed at the disciple who threw the hidden weapon. There was only a "click" sound, and the shoulder bones and arm bones were broken, and the person was also sent flying out.

Yato backhanded himself with the tail of his stick and jumped up.

The broadsword cut empty again.

No...not cut empty either.

The stick was chopped off.

But Yeto didn't care. After landing, he hooked his foot, grabbed the severed section of the stick in his hand, and used the short stick technique of Jeet Kune Do to hit the temple of the disciple who was too late to retreat.

Then, the longer length of the stick in his hand pierced out of his armpit suddenly, hitting his abdomen.

The opponent bent down like a boiled shrimp, and passed out after spitting.

So far, all ten disciples have been wiped out.

Not one came back.

And the time, only thirty-one seconds passed.

"Papa papa..."

The applause sounded.

It is ten ghosts, snakes and two tigers.

The man with the posture of a beast looked at Yato with admiration.

"It's amazing, among the disciples I teach, there is not one who has used the art of war for your sake.

Yato threw away his stick and clasped his fists in return.

The attitude is neither humble nor overbearing.

Ten ghosts, snakes and two tigers licked their lips, and their appreciation became stronger.

But when he looked at Xia Ji, his expression was not so good.

"Hey, bug. What's your next assessment? Hurry up, don't waste everyone's time."

"...?!"

Xia Ji's face turns blue and white.

For a while I didn't know what to say.

Even though they had such a huge rule advantage, ten elite disciples were selected from among them, but they didn't even last a minute.

"......start the second assessment!"

This time, Xia Ji learned from the previous failure and restricted the techniques used by Ye Dou. He used his bare hands to fight against ten disciples holding weapons, and could not use ancient martial arts, kicking skills, and Jeet Kune Do.

The requirement is still within one minute, no killing or injury.

The difficulty is more than doubled than before.

Even Narugami Toharu felt that Yato would be very difficult this time.

B...

After half a minute.

"What's the third item?"

let go.

Release the naked twist.

Throw aside the disciple who has lost consciousness at will.

Yeto clapped his hands, his face was neither red nor out of breath, and he asked calmly.

Xia Ji's face was dull.

Can't figure out what's going on.

The disciples he carefully cultivated thought that they would not lose to the survivors who graduated from the ignorant and backward poisonous education of one ghost, snake and two tigers.

But in the opponent's hands, it is like a little chicken, let it be rounded and flattened.

It is still using the "comprehensive martial arts" which is one of the mainstream martial arts in the world today.

Hit, throw, pole, twist.

The four basic types.

He is a fighter who knows how to fight.

But mixed martial artists require full precision.

Although Yatou's mixed martial arts is only IV6, the improvement of fighting skills related to the elements of "no routine" and "responsiveness" that strive for actual combat effects is slow.

Iv6 is already able to achieve good rankings in world-class mixed martial arts competitions.

Coupled with his domineering look.

When the opponent attacks, his consciousness is completely blank.

How is this different from giving away?

Although the difficulty is much higher than that of the first game, it is easier to clean up than the first game.

"Ha ha ha ha..………"

The laughter of ten ghosts, snakes and two tigers reached Xia Ji's ears, making the latter's face even more ugly, but he couldn't say anything.

"The third assessment."

Xia Ji's hands were shaking when he spoke.

Totally angry.

"To defeat the opponent within one minute, you can only launch one attack, you can only use your hands, and you can't get injured yourself."

"Um?"

Yetou frowned.

As expected, the conditions became more stringent.

Even the number of attacks is limited.

But this also illustrates one point in disguise...the number of opponents in the third assessment should not be many.

Suddenly, a sharp qi breaks into the perception.

Yato seemed to be aware of it, and looked in the direction where he and the others came.

snap, snap

This is the sound of leather shoes.

The person who came was a handsome man in a white suit and black hair shawl.

There is a seemingly elegant but indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Really, I'm here as a 'guest', but I have to contribute to your affairs, how do you think you will compensate me? Don't.

"...Stop talking nonsense, Long Min, help me solve the current trouble first.

Xia Ji suppressed his anger and said.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," it's absolutely true to describe me."

The handsome young man called 'Long Min' shrugged his shoulders, and immediately looked up at the ten ghosts, snakes and two tigers on the debris pile.

"Isn't this ten ghosts, snakes and two tigers? I didn't expect you to be here. It's been a long time."

He stroked his chest and bowed.

It is clearly the appearance of a person from the Celestial Dynasty, but it gives people the appearance of a medieval aristocrat.

"It is you."

Ten Ghosts, Snakes and Two Tigers obviously knew him too, with smiles of unknown meaning on their faces.

"After being transferred from the mainland, I haven't heard from him. I was wondering if I was killed by that kid. I didn't expect to come here, but no matter what the mission is, it has nothing to do with me."

"tex..."

Mingshen Huchun had a flash of understanding in his eyes.

She knew this man.

Like Xia Ji, he is an expert from 【Insect Group】.

The difference is that Xia Ji is a cadre.

And he's just a senior combatant.

Even so, when it comes to force, he is obviously much stronger than Xia Ji.

And most importantly...

Long Min is a weapon master.

With little difference in strength, Xiping is impeccable.

It is not yet known who is stronger or weaker than Yato, but from Mingshen Huchun's point of view, according to the rules, Yato is in a serious disadvantaged situation.

"Let's reminisce about the past and do it later." (De Nuohao)

Long Min's eyes turned and fell on Ye Dou, his smile became brighter and brighter.

"As you can see, although I have no grievances with you, but now I have to become your opponent. I am a bit merciless in my attacks, so for the sake of my own life, let me admit defeat."

"It's not a shame, it's just a way of life for the weak.

"Yeah?"

Yato lightly held his left forearm.

Through the clothes, you can feel the real feeling of bandages and wristbands.

"But it's a pity that I never listen to the sweet words of the weak."

"If you want to convince me, use your fist, or... your strength to speak."

He stared.

That extremely oppressive sight seemed to pierce Long Min's chest, seeing him inside and out.

It's a bad feeling.

 …tt"

"

Long Min slowly put away his smile, and a cold light flickered in his narrowed eyes.

Hand copied to behind.

When he reappeared, he was already holding a lancet about 1.5 meters long.

"Hey, Xia Ji, I've changed my mind. Is it okay to kill this guy?"