Sun Dasheng laughed evilly: "Brother Chen is so brave. At this time, he still has the heart to joke. He is a man."
Su Bingchen looked at Sun Dasheng and whispered: "He is not kidding. He is really a security guard in Pingyuan, in the building where our company is located."
Sun Dasheng's face instantly froze and he coughed repeatedly. He felt that the girl's words were not a joke. Brother Chen dared to ask the young master of the family for 100 million. He was a building security guard. He couldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death.
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"Boy, are you insulting me?" Du Xiao said with a ferocious face, and there was fire in his eyes.
Duan Lang looked at Chen Zifei, nodded slightly, and said calmly: "Very good, do you have any last words to say? This is your last chance."
Chen Zifei smiled slightly and said, "I really want to see what special ancient martial arts you have."
Duan Lang put his hands in his trouser pockets, and appeared in front of Chen Zifei as if teleporting. He swung his right hand out of his pocket, pulled out his hand, and slashed in one go. Chen Zifei's eyes were focused. He was thinking so fast.
Should he take a forceful move and use his inner strength to counterattack the opponent? Suddenly Chen Zifei's pupils shrank.
Before the other party's hand even touched his body, his clothes had already been cut open.
Chen Zifei exerted force with his feet and shot backwards. Through the torn clothes, he could see a slender gash on his chest, with faint blood seeping out.
Such a quick knife, no, it's not a knife but a hand knife. Even when he covers his body with his true energy, he can still hurt himself. What kind of strength does this man have?
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Chen Zifei's mind. A very familiar attack method. Isn't this the draw sword of the island country's kendo? It's just that this Duanlang uses his hand as a sword and uses his pocket as a scabbard, increasing the speed and attack power of the hand sword to
Extreme.
"Draw your sword and kill..." Chen Zifei said in a deep voice.
Duanlang was shocked. He didn't expect that he would be recognized by this kid instantly after just one move. After he became an ancient martial artist, there were only a handful of people who could recognize that his ancient martial arts came from the sword.
However, Duanlang's face did not change at all. He bent his knees slightly, gathered strength again, and then flew forward, his left hand instantly slashed out, and he drew his sword again.
Chen Zifei retreated again, barely dodging this attack, and his heartbeat began to accelerate. It was so fast. Every time this man used the sword to slash, with the blessing of sprinting and swinging the sword, the attack speed was already fast.
In the extreme, he had to use his internal strength on his own feet to barely avoid it. If this continued, he would only be passively beaten.
Duan Lang's body movements were sharp, he put his hands in his pockets and kept waving his arms, but Chen Zifei was in a much worse situation. He could only retreat violently to avoid Duan Lang's hand knife, because the opponent's attack was too fast.
He couldn't even dodge to the side and was easily hit by the opponent's knife. Seeing that Chen Zifei had his back against the wall, there was no way out.
Sun Dasheng clenched his fists tightly, and his heart was also raised. Now Chen Zifei was obviously defeated, and seeing that there was no way out, he was anxious, but there was nothing he could do?
There were already tears in Su Bingchen's eyes. At this time, she was trying not to cry. She clasped her hands together and prayed that Chen Zifei would not die. She was also prepared to die. If Chen Zifei was killed, she would not live alone, so she would accompany her.
Let him go.
Duan Lang took a deep look at Chen Zifei, and shot out again. This time he threw out his hands at the same time, and a low voice sounded: "The highest secret of my ancient martial arts, draw your sword and cut with a cross..."
His hands shone with silver light, as if two big knives were crossing and slashing at Chen Zifei. Everyone around him subconsciously held their breath. Some were excited, nervous, and sad...
Suddenly everyone's eyes widened, and Chen Zifei suddenly jumped up as high as a person. Duanlang did not expect that his prey would move upwards to avoid him at this time, and his cross-cut sword fell completely into the air, and a wave of
A sense of crisis came to mind. Although Duanlang didn't think this boy would pose a threat to him, he still instinctively retreated back.
At this moment, Chen Zifei bent his legs and stepped on the wall. The muscles in his legs bulged and he exerted force. His whole body was like an arrow, shooting towards the broken waves. In an instant, he appeared
In front of Duan Lang.
Seeing the figure in front of him getting bigger and bigger, Duanlang's heartbeat began to accelerate. The rock-hard heart that had been tempered for many years suddenly became confused. The sense of crisis became stronger and stronger. Duanlang's face changed. At this time, he was retreating, but the other party used
With the help of the wall, his speed was far faster than his own, and he had no chance to dodge.
But now that he was in a backward state, it was impossible to use his sword to strike. He had no choice but to channel his internal energy into his arms, and crossed his arms in front of his chest, preparing to receive Chen Zifei's blow.
At this moment, Chen Zifei punched directly. The punch was neither fast nor slow, and was ordinary. Wu Yifei and others had disdain on their faces. Duanlang's attack just now was sharp and threatening, but Chen Zifei's attack was just like that.
Just like ordinary people fighting, Wu Yifei almost laughed out loud at this comparison.
But the next scene made everyone stop laughing. Chen Zifei's punch hit Duanlang's arm steadily, and bursts of explosions were heard, but this was not the sound of fists and arms clashing.
, then Duanlang flew backwards, and the sleeves on his arms exploded, like butterflies floating in the air.
When everyone around them saw Duan Lang's arms clearly, they couldn't help but gasped. They saw that Duan Lang's arms were completely deformed, and his arms were hanging by his sides like noodles.
"Ah...my arm, my arm..." Duanlang's miserable cry echoed through the entire unfinished building, and the family members beyond the second floor could hear it clearly, but
I still don't understand what happened up there.
Qian Wanliang felt cold in his heart and shouted anxiously: "Go and see how Master Duan's injury is, and send him to the hospital quickly..."
Several people from the Qian family quickly ran up to him. After checking, their faces were all ugly.
"How is Master Duan's injury? Is it serious?" Qian Wanliang asked anxiously. Now Duanlang is the treasure of the Qian family. If he is injured, it will be a loss for the Qian family.
A bodyguard who knew medical skills said with an ugly face: "Master, Master Duan's life is not in danger, but..."
Qian Wanliang breathed a sigh of relief, and then said nervously: "It's nothing, you should tell me quickly."
"But the bones in Master Duan's arms are all broken, so this arm is considered useless."
As soon as the bodyguard finished speaking, Master Duan's eyes suddenly widened and he screamed: "Ah... you are talking nonsense..."
Duan Lang kicked out fiercely, hitting the bodyguard's chest. The bodyguard didn't even have time to scream, and was kicked out. After falling to the ground, people around him discovered that the bodyguard's chest was sunken and no longer there.