Hou Biao took off the sun hat, put the gun in the hat, and put the hat on the ground.

He took a small step forward, bending his legs slightly, keeping his center of gravity stable while not losing flexibility. Fists folded his hands to protect his chest, arched his back, lowered the bright bald head slightly, buried his face between his fists, and stared at Aoki with eagle-like eyes.

It has been a long time since Hou Biao left the underground ring. After becoming a mercenary, the goal has changed from defeating the opponent to killing the opponent, and many of the skills in the ring are useless. In terms of homicide skills, of course, it is a good soldier, but if you fight one-on-one with your bare hands, no matter how tough a soldier is, you can't beat a first-class professional fighter.

Hou Biao is an excellent mercenary. There are traces of his battles everywhere in the rain forests of Africa, the Middle East and South Asia. He is also a first-class fighter. He has created 43 in 46 fighting matches in his career. Wins, three losses and thirty times K opponent's good record. Whether it is in the mercenary market or in the underground boxing ring in Thailand, his nickname "Monkey" is also very famous. Although his current skill is not as good as before, he really hasn't encountered any opponents in a city like Wuzhong.

Aoki still looked lazy, slightly hunched, as if he had just yawned all night in an Internet cafe. It's just that his hands that had been stuck in his trouser pockets pulled out, his fingers curled slightly.

Hou Biao faintly heard a few slight joint popping, and his voice was crunchy. He knew that only a real Lianjiazi could make such a sound without any movement. He glanced at the pull board on Aoki's feet, and then suddenly rushed out like a leopard, hitting Aoki's face with a straight fist.

Aoki moved slightly, avoiding Hou Biao's fist on one side of his body, and at the same time, with his right hand standing like a knife, he cut across. He was obviously not using modern combat techniques, but a technique similar to ancient martial arts. He didn't know why he used such a move, he just used it instinctively.

Hou Biao expected that one of his punches would inevitably fall, so that punch did not use his full strength. When he saw Aoki avoiding sideways, he had already received the force of his fist, raised his left arm to block Aoki's palm hit, and his right leg Kee whip leg drew towards Aoki's center of gravity leg.

Aoki hit Hou Biao's arm with a palm, just like cutting on a steel plate, only to realize that this man's muscles are far more powerful than imagined. At this time Biao’s whip leg has arrived. Aoki presses down with his left hand, holding down the shin of the calf that Hou Biao has thrown, grabbing it with five fingers, sucking it on his leg like a sucker, and then pushing it outward. Hou Biao The gap of the bottom plate is exposed. As soon as Aoki lifted his left foot, he flicked his leg and kicked out the crotch of Hou Biao.

Hou Biao didn't expect Aoki to react so quickly, and the grip on his palm was so unexpected that he almost fell to the ground with an unstable center of gravity. But he is experienced in fighting. Knowing that his space is exposed, the opponent will inevitably attack his crotch. Without even thinking about it, the right fist that just retracted hit his crotch, just hitting Aoki's lift. On the instep.

There was a bang, and the two of them shook at the same time as they fisted. Hou Biao only felt that the back of his hand was numb and his knuckles were so painful that he unconsciously loosened his five fingers and shook it. Aoki's instep was not much better, as if he had just kicked an iron hammer.

The two changed their shape, and crackled a few more moves. They were all sparks and fire, regardless of the outcome.

Hou Biao became more and more addicted to fighting, and he felt that he had returned to the boxing ring back then. But the boxing ring will not use killing skills for all moves, so it is more like returning to the battlefield, but there is no such refreshing feeling on the battlefield.

Compared with Hou Biao, Aoki's feelings are more complicated.

For the first time, he really fought closely with people, without relying on weapons or using mental powers. This feeling was wonderful. He almost relied on an instinctive reaction to fight Hou Biao. Every punch or kick was not in his plan, as if he was a puppet, and his body was being directed by another consciousness. But he vaguely remembered that he had learned these things and had quite a wealth of practical experience. Scenes of **** battles even appeared in his mind, more intense than the current fights, and the scenes were more spectacular. However, these pictures are independent and incoherent, unable to provide him with more complete memory information. Whenever he wants to connect these memory fragments, he feels that his head is big, he wants to be lazy, and even wants to ignore the current life and death. Fight, lie down and sleep right away.

Hou Biao's elbow was blocked by Qing Mu's palm, and his right hand suddenly took out a dagger from his waist. ..

The gap revealed when he touched the dagger gave Aoki a chance, and Aoki's palm pierced Hou Biao's weak underbelly. Hou Biao was in pain, his abdomen shrank back, and Aoki immediately turned his palm into a fist, sending it forward.

If all this is done, Hou Biao's ribs will inevitably be broken.

But at this moment Hou Biao’s dagger had been pulled out. While Aoki broke Hou Biao’s ribs, he was afraid that his arm would be inevitably scratched if he could not stop it, so he only used three points of force, leaving seven points to retract his arm. , Ready to deal with that dagger.

The so-called empty-handed sword can only be achieved when the strength gap is huge. Now when the two are in the middle of the game, when they are fighting inextricably, the opponent suddenly has a knife in his hand, and Aoki has to wait for it.

But Hou Biao didn't grab the dagger and drew it as he expected. Instead, he threw it forward and the dagger plunged into a tree trunk beside Qingmu.

Hou Biao was hit by Aoki's weak underbelly, although it was not a major problem, he groaned in pain, and took a few steps back, clutching his ribs.

He slowly pulled out a wire from the belt around his waist and said to Aoki: "Without a weapon, none of us can kill anyone. Give you the dagger, I use this."

Only then did Aoki know that he was pulling the knife to give him the knife. He said that this guy is also a solid eye, and if he didn't say anything in advance, if he didn't let it go, his ribs would have been broken now.

Hou Biao rubbed the hit area under his ribs, and his shoulders alive. Then a step ~lightnovelpub.net~ The iron wire in his hand leaped towards Aoki's front door like a snake.

Aoki pulled out the dagger from the trunk, his eyes were quick, and he knocked the end of the iron wire in Hou Biao's hand with the back of the knife, and made a tink.

I don’t know what material the iron wire is made of. It is neither as soft as a rope nor as hard as a wire. Metal crashing sound.

Hou Biao missed a hit, the whip was like a snake, made a circle in the air, and swept across. Aoki was short, avoiding the whip, bullying and entering, a flash of cold light flashed from the dagger in his hand, and it pierced Hou Biao's chest. Hou Biao dodged, Qing Mu's wrist flicked, and the dagger turned half a circle on his wrist, still stabbing Hou Biao's chest.

Aoki's approach was beyond Hou Biao's expectations. When the army is training short-blade killing, there is no such method at all. This is not a modern fighting technique at all, it is more like an ancient sword technique.

At this time, Biao's position was fixed, and his pace was old, and he couldn't avoid this extremely strange sting of Aoki. But he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He retracted the iron wire in his hand in a hurry, holding one end in each hand, and twisting it back and forth, the iron wire looped around the dagger. Relying on this little twisting force, it can be able to stop the momentum of the dagger. At this time, the tip of the knife has penetrated into his clothes, and the skin on his chest is cold.

Taking advantage of the moment when Hou Biao's attention was on the wire in his hand and the dagger in front of his chest, Aoki took the opportunity and kicked Hou Biao's supporting leg. Hou Biao's center of gravity was unstable, and he watched as he fell forward and threw himself down at the dagger.