The muscles on Lao Hei's face were ferocious, and his heartbeat had exceeded 180 beats per minute. No one knew the situation in front of him better than him. He had tried his best, but it was like being beaten on cotton. He seemed so fierce.
The attacks were all hitting the air and had no impact on the opponent at all.
This kind of all-out attack consumes a lot of physical strength, but that kid didn't expend any physical energy at all. If this continues, it won't be long before he has no strength to attack again, but that kid's physical strength remains intact, and he will be defeated by then.
No doubt.
Lao Hei's eyes suddenly condensed, veins popped up on his head, and he looked at Chen Zifei with a sharp gaze. He completely lowered his arms, stopped jumping with his legs, and turned his fists into hot wheels. He completely gave up his defense and used all his strength.
All focus was on attack, but with this change, the speed and strength increased a lot. Both fists blasted at Chen Zifei, completely suppressing Chen Zifei.
A smile appeared on Wu Yifei's face, and he said proudly: "Yes, just hit him like this. I will destroy him without holding back."
As soon as Wu Yifei finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened and he looked ahead in horror. He saw Lao Hei, who had been pressing down on the opponent just now, flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
But Chen Zifei still kept his punching posture. Wu Yifei, Qian Wanjun and others stared and didn't say a word for a long time. They could see clearly just now that Chen Zifei only punched once in the whole process.
At first, I thought that Chen Zifei was suppressed by Lao Hei. He was overwhelmed by Lao Hei's attacks and had no room to fight back. However, with just an understatement of his punch, he was knocked away by Lao Hei. He vomited blood and fell to the ground. How could this be a passive beating? It was clearly...
I didn't try my best.
Lao Hei felt tight in his chest and vomited out another mouthful of old blood. Then he felt better and said in horror: "Who are you?"
The punch just now made Chen Zifei use his internal strength. Although he only used a little bit of it, it was not something that an ordinary bodyguard could withstand.
Chen Zifei looked at Lao Hei and grinned: "I am a security guard."
"Security...Security..." Lao Hei muttered to himself with his eyes widened. At this moment, his world seemed to have collapsed.
After all, he was a bodyguard, but he was easily defeated and crushed by a security guard. His face was burning, but even though he felt aggrieved, he didn't dare to fight anymore. He knew that the difference in strength between himself and that boy was not the slightest.
At least, even if I risk my life, I will only be abused, which will be even more embarrassing.
Wu Yifei's face turned black, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Useless things, even this kid can't beat them, go back and pack your things and get out."
Qian Wanjun laughed loudly and stepped forward: "Don't be angry, Mr. Wu. This is the kid. I will deal with him for you."
Wu Yifei glanced at Qian Wanjun and snorted: "You? You are going to deal with that kid. I want to take a look."
Qian Wanjun's smile froze and he hurriedly said: "Of course it's not me. Using force is a matter for barbarians, not for nobles like us. I hired a new bodyguard a few days ago, and he is definitely a master.
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Wu Yifei felt unhappy. He sincerely showed off this Qian Wanjun in front of him, but Lao Hei was his strongest bodyguard and was no match for that boy. Now he really had no one to use. Unless he had to, he would
I don't want the bodyguards to get into a group fight and it will be embarrassing if word spreads.
"My bodyguard is an active-duty soldier recruited from foreign special operations forces with a lot of money. He has actually been on the battlefield. He is different from those soldiers who train all day long and talk about military skills on paper." Qian Wanjun introduced proudly.
Du Yiming curled his lips and said suspiciously: "Young Master Qian, am I as strong as you say? It's all just lip service."
"King of Swordsmen, it's up to you, don't let me down." Qian Wanjun laughed loudly.
A man wearing a black combat uniform with sharp eyes like an eagle slowly walked out of the crowd. From the moment he came out, his eyes never left Chen Zifei.
The Knife King drew his hands on his waist, and two claw knives suddenly appeared in his hands. With murderous intent in his eyes, he said gloomily: "Young Master Qian, I have never left anyone alive."
Qian Wanjun smiled, pointed at Mr. Wu and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Wu is here. He will be the one to kill this kid."
Wu Yifei sneered and said, "Just do it. If you can kill this kid, not only will you be fine, I will also give you a reward of 100,000 yuan."
Wu Yifei was really murderous. The stronger Chen Zifei acted, the deeper his hatred and fear became. Even his top bodyguard could be easily eliminated. This enemy was enough to pose a threat to him, and this kind of enemy
Only by dying can you feel at ease.
The King of Swords stared at Chen Zifei with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Boy, you are also a soldier, right? Which country's army?"
Chen Zifei smiled and shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "You have indeed been on the battlefield. If you had met me a year ago, I would have really gone through a lot of trouble. It's a pity that you came late?"
Chen Zifei was telling the truth. He could see that this sword king was definitely a special soldier with rich combat experience. Chen Zifei did not dare to say that he would be able to kill the opponent on the battlefield. The environment on the battlefield was changing rapidly. It was useless for anyone to say that he would be stable.
Win, even if Chen Zifei wants to deal with such experienced special forces, it will not be easy.
But now Chen Zifei is fully confident that he is no longer the mercenary he was a year ago, but now he is a powerful ancient warrior. If he is not attacked secretly, it will not be possible for a special forces soldier to defeat him head-on.
of.
The Sword King looked coldly and said calmly: "Very good, I hope you can still be so confident when I slit your throat."
A cold light flashed across the blade, and the claw blade of the King of Swordsman's left hand was raised quickly, and the blade was slashed towards Chen Zifei's throat. Chen Zifei narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned back slightly, barely escaping the fatal blow, but this was just the beginning, the King of Swordsmen slashed his throat.
The magic god appeared, and his whole body turned into a meat grinder, with two claw knives cutting rapidly. As long as it was scratched by the knife, there would be no chance of survival, and it would be torn into pieces in an instant.
The smile on Qian Wanjun's face grew bigger and bigger. He had never seen the King of Swordsman take action before. This move was such a sharp attack. This was his own subordinate. The stronger he got, the more excited he became.
Wu Yifei and others also held their breath and stared nervously at the battle in front of them. This time, Chen Zifei did not touch the sword king's claw head-on. Even though he had internal power, he was still flesh and blood after all. If he was scratched by the claw knife,
The key is to finish the game.
Lao Hei stood in the crowd, staring ahead without blinking, and secretly involved himself in it. He soon discovered that if he faced this sword king, he would have no chance at all. This man's sword was too powerful.
It's faster, not even a little bit faster than my own boxing speed.
Although that kid was stronger than me, he probably couldn't be his opponent in front of this fast and ruthless sword king.
Just when everyone thought Chen Zifei was going to be dismembered on the spot, Chen Zifei suddenly moved.