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Haig, who had been punched, had a buzzing in his head, and while vomiting blood, there were still question marks in his mind.

Even F***, who was watching by the side, looked dumbfounded.

He could see clearly the process just now, but it was hard for his mind to understand it when his eyes saw it clearly. In his opinion, Haig didn't make any mistakes, and there were no major loopholes in either footwork or punches. Even if it's a first-class master's move, this move is nothing more than remarkable.

On the other hand, the little girl dressed as a bat on the opposite side didn't have a hug frame or a fighting posture. Standing there gave people the impression that she was not only amateurish, but also a little lazy.

Fu ** could see her punching movements clearly, but she couldn't understand them.

There are no moves or skills to speak of, just a straight punch. There is no power chain, no rotation, and no footwork coordination. Even the **** fist of a street fight seems a little more professional in comparison.

Haig couldn't believe that he was actually hit by such a punch.

He didn't believe in evil, so he immediately stood still and recovered his posture, turned around and punched out.

He punched with his right hand, but made a feint with his left hand before making the move. Ordinary people will not be able to restrain their instinct to dodge when they see a false move, and only then will the back move that is really poured with all their strength follow.

And even if this move is avoided, Haig still has at least three back moves, each of which is a more deadly ultimate move than the previous one. He is very knowledgeable in boxing, and once he starts to fall into his rhythm, even the best masters will be in danger. Coupled with his natural powerful punching power, he only needs to hit his opponent once to complete the KO in an instant.

However, the fact is that people were not deceived by his fake actions, and they didn't even hide at all.

Batgirl took a step in his direction, actively sending her body within an arm, almost looking like she was head-butting his fist.

Then there was another punch that was straight and without fancy. It penetrated completely in a straight line, but almost perfectly caught the flaw in Haig's movement. The action was simple and rough, and it looked as if they were planning to fight to the detriment of both sides, but the fact was that the girl punched Haig's throat first, and Haig's swing was only halfway through.

This punch caused Haig's whole body strength to suddenly slacken, and his eyes were distorted for a while. He clutched his throat and stumbled back two steps, the girl turned around immediately after, and a sweeping kick from her curvaceous long legs wrapped in a tight uniform suddenly hit the side of the opponent's face. Haig tilted his body and fell to the ground without moving.

F*** froze.

Just such a face-to-face meeting, within three to five seconds, Haig was taken by the second?

By such a little girl in a fancy dress?

At this time, the little girl had already walked in front of him.

She still stretched out a small hand from under the cloak just like before, and hooked her palm, as if saying, it's your turn.

"Hey, Haig, isn't he awake?"

Miss Fu hummed, and took two steps slowly.

"But if you think I can be dismissed so easily..."

He was only in the middle of speaking when he made a sudden movement, and with a flick of his arm he threw a throwing knife. This shot was extremely subtle, and he intentionally struck in the middle of a sentence, in order to catch it by surprise and make it difficult to react.

F*** is no fool. He pretended to be relaxed and contemptuous, but in fact he was just trying to trick the other party into letting down his vigilance. But in the bottom of his heart, he actually knew that there might be only a handful of guys in the world who could beat Haig within three to five seconds, except for those mutated infection freaks.

So although he didn't know where this little bat girl came from, he had completely lost the slightest bit of contempt.

F*** is a good fighter, but he's not a boxer by profession. He's a killer, and what he's good at is taking people's lives. It doesn't matter what method he uses, as long as he can win and kill the enemy.

Unfortunately, his deceitful little trick is meaningless in front of others.

Because behind the scenes of Batgirl, on Chu Cheng's screen, he didn't even pay attention to what this guy was talking about. All he saw was a counterattack icon flashed on the screen, so he clicked the right mouse button in a bland manner.

I saw that Batgirl reached out her arm and caught the flying knife from the opposite side, followed by a backhand swing, and the flying knife flew back straight through the air along the way it came. On the contrary, it was Frank who hid in a panic for a while, and was almost missed by his own throwing knife.

This made him gasp even more.

If the girl was vigilant enough to ignore his tricks and dodge, let's say she reacted quickly enough. But what is the operation of catching the knife and throwing it back?

What about the martial arts movie?

In the next second, Batwoman had rushed in front of him.

Fu* Tong Kong flinched, and the dagger stabbed at her head-on. He is known as the poisonous bee, and he is proficient in the use of throwing knives and daggers. The follow-up variant of this stabbing has exhausted his lifelong learning, which is the essence he integrated from various schools of sword fighting techniques.

Batgirl made a move, and the thin arm wrapped in the armor climbed up like a flexible snake. Before F*** realized what was going on, his arm had already been captured. With a crisp sound from Kacha, his entire arm was dislocated, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Severe pain hit, and at the same time, a turbulent sea was set off in Frederick's heart.

What is this number?

He could clearly feel that the other party was just an ordinary person, not an infected person, and had no extraordinary physical fitness or weird abilities.

But even so, he held a knife and faced him with bare hands, but he took off his arm in just one round.

That was an experience he had never had before facing any opponent, even when facing more top-notch masters, he had never felt such a sense of powerlessness when he lost in the game of moves.

It's like... like she knows what she's doing.

From the moment she took out the saber, she could see in which direction the saber would go, where it would go, what kind of backhand it would hide, and how it would change its moves.

He thinks that his moves are exquisite and unpredictable, but in fact, in the eyes of that girl, he is just a sculpture that has been carved long ago. He was seen through from head to toe, and all the flaws in his body seemed to be frozen by the camera, which was infinitely magnified in the eyes of the girl.

So of course she has ten thousand postures that can destroy him in an instant.

So can martial arts be so high?

Just a few minutes ago, F*** was swollen with the idea of ​​showing some ignorant teenager what it means to be a real master. But now, just a few minutes later, while his face was being slapped, Ferdinand even began to feel that he had learned all the fighting and fighting in his life from dogs.

With just a few pounds and a few taels of myself, I actually wanted to show people what real martial arts are just now?

Do you match yourself?

How many to match?

Compared with the strange girl dressed as a bat in front of me, how can these so-called killers be called fighting? It's like dancing and dancing on the top of the Bauhinia.

Only now did he fully understand why Haig was instantly killed. This is something you can't feel from the perspective of a bystander~lightnovelpub.net~ You have to go to battle in person to feel the powerlessness of being crushed.

No, it's impossible to beat it at all. This girl's martial arts has reached a height that normal people can't even imagine.

Frank found out in the instant they met each other. The disparity in strength between him and this girl is almost the same as that between himself and a street gangster who can only swing fists, even if it is a fluke, there is no chance of winning.

Fu ** quickly pulled away, enduring the pain of dislocation, and swished out two more throwing knives with his still intact arm.

Batgirl dodges, and he takes the opportunity to turn around and run towards the helicopter parked behind him.

You must run quickly, escape from here quickly. If you don't do business or anything, the big deal is to get your money back, nothing is more important than your life...

Just as he turned his head and wanted to run, a dangerous alarm sounded in Frank's mind. Relying on the instinct accumulated from years of licking blood with the tip of a knife, he hastily stepped aside. But I saw a black dart passing by and nailed into the outside of the helicopter cabin.

Fu** was worried for more than a year, and at the same time laughed, and forced a sarcasm: "Ha, the accuracy is not very good..."

However, in the next second, the red indicator light on the dart briefly flashed twice, followed by a loud bang, and the cabin was instantly torn apart.

Amazing fire erupted from the small dart, the iron sheet was ravaged and deformed, and the windshield was blown to pieces. The helicopter rolled on its side in flames, and the scorching storm knocked Ferrer violently to the ground.

The killer fell to the ground, glanced at the helicopter that was blown into scraps by the small dart, and then at the girl who continued to walk towards him unhurriedly, opened his mouth wide, and his whole body was almost torn apart. .

"What the **** are you...?"