When Guan Luoyang saw the muzzle of this cannon, he even seemed to hear a strong electric current, stimulating the metal parts, making a sound similar to a buzzing sound.

He fell backward in the midst of lightning!

No, rather than falling down, it is better to say that he controlled his center of gravity and used his back, which was curved like a bow, as an ax blade to strike at the ground behind him.

The wooden box at the back and the sundries inside were smashed to pieces when he knocked it over. When the fragments shot out, the back hit the floor of the container.

boom!!!!

The sound of the muzzle bombardment and the sound of his back hitting the ground almost overlapped.

The surging and compressed air flow rolled up a straight white air mark, which missed the top of Guan Luoyang's face and hit the inner wall of the container.

A faint dent like a fist mark appeared on the 30 mm thick steel plate of the box wall, amidst the loud impact.

The depression expanded instantly, and with the shock of the air wave, the entire box wall panel bulged outwards, and a hole the size of a bowl opened in the place where the metal deformed most violently.

The connection between this box wall plate and other steel plates also caused cracks due to violent deformation, the bolts became loose, and they fell down with a clang.

This blow was, of course, not a cannon, but a fist.

It was Dugu Hao's fist.

The place where Dugu Hao stood was at least three meters away from the box wall. A fist punched in the air could still cause such damage.

If Guan Luoyang had chosen to take over just now, even if he could continue, he would probably have to pay a heavy price.

However, there is no reason to fight head-on. The skills in martial arts have been developed, at least 70% of which are to avoid simple head-on confrontation as much as possible.

He slapped the floor beside him with both hands, and his body suddenly jumped up. His upper body moved towards Dugu Hao's face very quickly, tilting it to press him.

When Dugu Hao punched out his right fist just now, all the momentum in his body was obviously released. It seemed that the strength in his body had weakened a little, but he had experienced many battles and kept pressing his left fist on his waist. He could wait.

This is the moment when the opponent takes advantage of the situation and attacks with force.

The illusion of the muzzle of the gun seemed to reappear for a moment. Dugu Hao drew back his right arm and punched out with his left fist.

This punch still has 70% of the power it had just now.

But this time, Guan Luoyang had already turned sideways the moment before Dugu Hao punched.

His avoidance was premeditated. The rapid deflection of his body's center of gravity and the smooth and flawless coordination of his skin and bones made his whole body, from top to bottom, like a soft rotating wind pillar, grazing the edge of the punch.

Get around Dugu Hao.

The flexible and powerful arms, following his gyro-like rotation, swept out, passed through Dugu Hao's back, and strangled him in front of his waist and abdomen. At this time, one foot also kicked the golden ankle.

Five capture hands, one wrapped with silk, Youlong Bagua swings his body and inserts the willow upside down!

Dugu Hao's body was unbalanced and turned over, with his head facing downwards and hitting the floor of the container.

At the last second, Dugu Hao's golden palm protected his head, causing it to sink five or six centimeters into the ground. His head was not directly flattened, but he was still dizzy from the severe pain of the shock.

But the heel also hit Guan Luoyang's shoulder, causing him to stagger back two or three steps.

Dugu Hao's body remained upside down for half a second and fell to one side.

Guan Luoyang took advantage of the situation and was about to catch up with him and break his waist with a kick, but he felt a cold feeling behind him and stepped aside.

A cold light shot from behind him, flew out of the container, and was nailed to another container outside until it reached the handle. It turned out to be a kitchen knife used to cut fish.

"court death!"

As soon as the words came out of Guan Luoyang's mouth, his figure suddenly turned around.

The figure in a chef's uniform who approached him from behind closely guarded his upper body with two arms, and all attacks directed at his head, neck, waist, and ribs were blocked.

However, Guan Luoyang's changes between his palms and fists had already reached the point where he wanted to do whatever he wanted. After a rapid succession of blows, a sudden straight punch passed through the gap between the opponent's arms and hit the opponent's right chest.

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The chef flew backwards, vomiting blood foam from his mouth, but his hands suddenly clasped together, trying to catch Guan Luoyang.

The three brothers have been with Dugu Hao for so many years. Today, the second and third brothers capsized in the sewer and died suddenly here. The boss dressed as a chef, after a sudden shock, sadness and pain, his mind has already recovered.

Sober.

Sober, even a little cold and lonely, a bit like I had expected this day to finally come.

When the three brothers followed Dugu Hao and joined the gang, it was the most chaotic period in Singapore and Malaysia. At that time, if you had to climb up, you had to get some blood on your hands every day before you could get the money.

Eat food that smells like blood.

Being used to seeing others being beaten and chased, and having their families destroyed, the chef had already anticipated his own fate. It was not surprising where he would die and by whose hands he would die.

He only wants to live for one day, to have enough food for one day, to sleep with women for one night, to be greedy and arrogant for one day, until the time of death...

'It's enough to take you to death together.'

The chef's face with high cheekbones and sharp cheeks had blood in his mouth, and his eyes clearly showed this meaning.

Guan Luoyang's shoulders were clasped by his hands, and his whole body was shaken with strength. He turned his fists into palms and pushed with all his strength.

The chef's body suddenly accelerated and was smashed out. The two mechanical arms were torn apart from his torso from the shoulder position. The long thin wires were pulled and broken, and electric sparks danced.

Guan Luoyang shook off the two mechanical arms on his shoulders, but a layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and a chill penetrated into his heart.

He deeply felt the image of the electric-driven cannon emerging from behind.

This time, the feeling was more intense and real than the first punch before.

Even the previous two times, when the shells and strong electric current eroded the barrel, the burnt-smelling white smoke that escaped could be smelled by the tip of the nose.

So much so that Guan Luoyang heard his panicked heartbeat.

Dong dong dong dong, dong dong dong…

Boom! Boom! Boom!

No, there are two heartbeats.

The extremely urgent heartbeat comes from myself, but the more chaotic and disorderly heartbeat comes from people who have faced this cannon before.

On the battlefield in Africa, there are rains of bullets and fires everywhere.

The young Dugu Hao felt a blazing heat passing by him. In the distance behind him, an armored vehicle exploded into a ball of fire, swallowing the lives of more than twenty mercenaries.

Twenty-odd big and thick men, fully armed and armed with live ammunition, with alcohol in their blood and the smell of alcoholism on their bodies all year round, would arm-wrestle, and half of them would be able to beat themselves.

At that moment, there was not even a howl, not even a change of expression, everything turned into smoke in the fire and flying debris.

And in front, the source of the blazing heat is the muzzle of the cannon that is rising white smoke.

Dong dong dong dong, dong dong dong…

The memory of that second became an image that he didn't know how to forget. Later, when he had mechanical limbs, the memory engraved in his brain unknowingly became his capital for fighting.

He imitated the temperament of that cannon invisibly, and with this boxing technique, he repeatedly made comebacks in adversity.

This is—American Type 3302 electromagnetic gun fist!

"die!!!!!"

Dugu Hao supported his dizzy body, roared, and punched again.

In the indescribable experience, Guan Luoyang suddenly understood the difference between the threat of cannons he had repeatedly felt and the illusions of the Ming Dynasty.

It's barbaric.

This kind of illusion born from the deepest emotions and momentum is far more savage, intense, powerful and real than the illusions in the Ming Dynasty.

All illusions in the world of the Ming Dynasty are based on rational knowledge, understanding of mysterious rituals, using one's own magic power to contact the invisible things in the outside world, and then using the invisible and mysterious power between heaven and earth to influence the spirit of the enemy.

, create illusions.

There are procedures one after another and media one after another.

At this moment, the punch from behind and the momentum came directly from his master's body, impacting Guan Luoyang's spirit.

Guan Luoyang pushed his physical strength to the limit, and after the person behind him punched, he was deflected by nearly 80 centimeters.

His body was completely separated from the direction of Dugu Hao's punch and was no longer on the most important trajectory, but he still could not really avoid the punch.

The edge of the punch hit his body and knocked him out from the entrance of the cold storage.

Guan Luoyang raised his hands, covering his head and chest, and hit a container in front of him.

The steel plate dented deeply inwards, and with the loud rattling sound of the metal deforming, blood flowed from the corner of Guan Luoyang's mouth, and he suddenly swung his right hand to the side and fished it up in mid-air.

He caught a screw that exploded from the container in front of him.

He turned around and waved his hand.

Dugu Hao, who was still a little dizzy, pressed his other arm toward his waist. He felt something hit his neck, stumbled back two steps, and sat down.

He reached out and touched it, and found that the surface of his neck seemed to be slipperier than usual, but the metal palm could not feedback more details.

Before Dugu Hao could think of the answer, darkness had swept over his body and mind, and his body collapsed completely.

Dang! Dang!

The cold metal limbs collided with the cold container floor, and only the blood flowing out from the throat was warm and bright red.

"cough……"
To be continued...