Episode 1 Martial Arts Masters Chapter 03: Emei's Unique Art of Wearing Flowers
The person who came was menacing, and every face was full of trouble-making arrogance. Eight eyes were projected into the room, as if they were going to smash the blacksmith shop.
Hamar's face turned pale, he took a step back and said, "Mr. Anthony, what do you want from me?"
The well-dressed middle-aged man behind the orc said: "I'm sorry, Old Hamar, you deliberately lowered prices and violated the rules of the blacksmith guild. This is an extremely bad influence. I am now ordered to seal down your blacksmith shop."
"You...you dare!" Hamal was trembling all over and almost speechless.
The man shook out a piece of paper with a few lines written on it and stretched it out in front of him: "Did you see it? The order signed by the Blacksmiths Guild and the Port General Chamber of Commerce, you can pack up and leave."
"This is impossible! It is my freedom to accept business, you have no control over it. This shop is my private property and it has nothing to do with you. Get out of here!" Even honest people will become furious when their vital interests are violated.
, the blacksmith shop is Hamar's place of residence, and absolutely no one is allowed to get involved.
The man's face was full of smiles: "Don't you obey the orders of the Chamber of Commerce?"
Hamar grabbed a hammer and said with a serious look: "You, when did your Blue Flame Blacksmith shop represent the Chamber of Commerce again? I think you must have paid to sell the president of the Chamber of Commerce before signing the order. There is no law at all.
Effectiveness. Leave quickly, I'm closing the door."
Shen Zhimo thought about it and immediately understood that this was a malicious attack by Hamar's competitors. They used various means to oppress and bully the same industry until the other party went bankrupt or withdrew from the industry. The region was originally a good business in business, and it was understandable.
Shen Zhimo's head was not the result he wanted.
Anthony from the "Blue Flame" blacksmith shop became impatient and ordered the orc: "Throw him outside. All businessmen in Kuzeskar Port must accept the jurisdiction of the Chamber of Commerce, otherwise I will report to the Port Management Committee to deprive you directly."
Resident rights. Do you understand? If you don’t obey, you won’t even be qualified to live here.”
Hamal was so angry that his beard stood straight up, and he held the hammer tightly and said nothing.
Anthony walked to the middle of the room and kicked over the stove. The ashes filled the air and the two lace plaice placed on it flew up. He said to Shen Zhimo: "You idiot, get out of here. The port of Kuzeskar is not suitable for foreigners."
Hamal was furious and hit him with the hammer, but his steps were frivolous and his accuracy was very poor. He was still two or three meters away from Anthony and could not reach him.
The orc was a bodyguard thug. Before Hamar could stand firm, he pulled out a black iron machete with the words "Blue Flame" engraved on it from the back of his waist and slashed him over his head and face.
Although Hamar has gained great strength through many years of forging iron, but due to his own reasons, how can he be the opponent of the orcs? The hammer and machete intersected, and with a "dang" sound, a series of sparks were wiped out. The hammer flew away, and the machete was already gone.
It cut into the shoulder bone. Hamal screamed, blood sprayed out, the fishy smell immediately filled the air, and there was a shocking bright red color everywhere.
Anthony clapped his hands and said: "That's great. He tried to commit murder. We were in self-defense. The management committee will definitely think so. Hey, if you stab him again, it will look really unpleasant. Even this black-haired foreigner
Clean it up too."
Hamar was frightened and angry. Seeing the sharp blade with blood coming towards him, he couldn't help but close his eyes and wait for death.
"Wait a minute." Shen Zhimo said. He was far away just now and couldn't stop the orc in time. He blamed himself deeply in his heart. He slowly stood up and grabbed the arched steel pliers with his right hand.
Anthony glanced at him sideways: "It is rumored that even the gamblers in the Snow Night Tavern dare not mess with a foreigner like you. We are trying to learn from it, but the rumors are often unfounded. Dave, give him some advice."
The orc kicked the old blacksmith down and slashed at Shen Zhimo with the machete. The speed was fast and the force was heavy. The pungent smell of blood filled the air. It looked like the knife was going to hit the body and cut the person in half on the spot.
Shen Zhimo had not experienced the same scene against the enemy a thousand times, but at least eight hundred times in the bloody world. This green-skinned orc was almost the same as a hunk in an iron shirt who practiced to open a monument, except
Be stronger, use moves but not moves, use internal strength but not internal strength, and use back-up but not back-up. Basically, you are just waiting to be beaten and then fall to the ground to stand up.
Shen Zhimo had a murderous intention in his heart. He stretched out the steel pliers towards the orc. With a "click", he just clamped the machete firmly. The tip of the pliers tightly clasped the notch of the blade. The time and position were very accurate. It was like
The orc automatically brought the knife up for him to clamp. Others saw it as a coincidence, but they didn't know that his Emei's unique trick of "piercing flowers", which he practiced day after day after many days of cold and heat, was like mosquitoes and flies flying all over the sky.
You can also take pictures of thirty or fifty of them with just one pull of your arm.
The orc roared angrily and snatched it back with all his strength. Shen Zhimo was caught off guard and suddenly felt a huge surge of force. The steel pliers could not hold it firmly and almost flew away. Only then did he remember that his pure internal strength had already been reduced to 10%, and he couldn't help but secretly groan.
Anthony was very surprised. Normally, the power of the orc's slash was not something that ordinary people could withstand. Normally, the sword was so powerful that there was no need to imagine, and one could only think about the aftermath. But in front of him, the foreigner seemed to be able to use a small knife with ease.
Blocked by steel pliers, no wonder some people say he is a barbarian from the southern jungles and swamps. It should be noted that barbarians are also known for their ferocity.
In fact, this was just a flash of lightning. Even if Shen Zhimo lost his inner strength, how could he take the orc who only had street fighting experience in his eyes? Taking advantage of the opponent's stunned moment, he released the steel clamp, turned his backhand into a palm, and performed an extremely exquisite "little" move.
The "grabber" goes straight to seize the knife, showing courage and carefulness. How can ordinary people have the idea of seizing the knife when faced with a sharp blade?
Unexpectedly, the orc counterattacked so quickly. Taking advantage of his own strength, he slashed at him again. However, he was bullied by Shen Zhimo and could not attack at all. Such a panicked way of responding to the enemy was really laughable in the eyes of experts.
The orc felt numbness in his wrist, and the Shenmen point in his right hand was stabbed hard by Shen Zhimo. The machete fell into the opponent's hand without anyone noticing.
Anthony, who was watching the show with his arms folded, was dazzled. They were about to shout triumphantly, but they immediately changed their words and shouted: "Damn stupid orcs, can't you even beat the barbarians? Give it to me."
Come on! It’s really useless.”
The orc's mind was muddled, and he was desperately thinking about why the machete suddenly came into the opponent's hand. Shen Zhimo couldn't allow him to be in a daze, and at that moment he activated only one-tenth of his remaining internal strength. When his old strength was exhausted and new strength was not yet developed, he struck out with a hand.
The elbow passes across...
A sudden storm broke out in the small space, and those standing closer felt suffocated. The candle placed at the door flickered, the flame drifted sideways, then dimmed, and almost went out.
No one could have imagined that his seemingly thin body could produce such ferocious power.
Just like rolling waves, rough waves hitting rocks, the orc stumbled and fell, knocking half of the iron frame upside down. His face was bloody and bloody, his nose was collapsed, half of his fangs were broken, and his eyes were wide open, and he could only look at the opponent in shock.
Shen Zhimo looked back and swung the machete. The machete was inserted into the wooden board of the shelf, and the handle of the knife trembled, making a sound of "Xian Weng Xian Weng".
No one has ever seen such clean and smooth skills. The two of them seemed to have practiced cooperation hard. As soon as Shen Zhimo raised his hand, the orc flew out. But who can be Difu's opponent in this port? It is said that this fierce
The year before last, the orcs tore apart two adult male sharp-toothed crocodiles with a body length of four meters. Their strength was unimaginable.
The orc gasped, his eyes shining with incredible light, feeling the unforgivable insult. He roared loudly, the sound was like thunder, and the machete inserted in the shelf was stirred by the sound waves, causing it to tremble even more frequently.
"Yes, Difu, tear him into pieces, don't let the barbarians trample on the dignity of the warriors of the Thunder Dragon tribe!"
Before the thoughts in his mind were finished, strangers once again made an indelible mark on Anthony's life even more profound.
Shen Zhimo's whole body flew into the air, and the deadly double-linked mandarin duck legs that contained a spiral force flew up, turning an arc that was difficult for ordinary people to reach. The two legs clamped the orc's neck one on the left and one on the right. The instep touched the rough green skin, and the internal force
It burst out like a real destructive weapon. The skin, flesh, and blood vessels were crushed by the internal force of the spiral energy. In an instant, red light shot into the sky, and hot blood surged out like a wave in a broken bay.
But the poor orc couldn't even utter a word, his eyes were as wide as bells, and he wanted to reach out for his leg, but his arm was halfway stretched out and he couldn't lift it up anymore.
He landed lightly, glanced around, and the fierce and violent behavior just now disappeared immediately. He spat a thick mouthful of saliva on the ground, and turned to a very calm tone and said to Anthony: "Lick it clean. I will treat what you just did."
Never happened." This is Shen Zhimo's tactic to anger his enemies and undermine their self-confidence. The cowards will be eliminated, and the trapped beasts will no longer pose much of a threat because they lose control of their emotions.
The orc was seriously injured, his neck was almost broken, and he fell suddenly. He squeezed his hands reluctantly and looked to Anthony for help.