Chapter Twenty-Three: Fierce Battle

“？！！”

Yang Ming looked at the tall figure in front of him with a vigilant face, ready to fight at any time.

Yang Ming didn't know why this dead man suddenly followed and attacked him, but since the enemy attacked, he could never be indifferent, Yang Ming could not feel a trace of kindness in the dead man, but a murderous aura!

The dead man covered his eyes under black sunglasses, so that Yang Ming didn't know what the other party's reaction was.

The dead man stood up expressionlessly, his huge fist did not let go, his eyes looked directly at Yang Ming, and the strength of the late stage of the first order made Yang Ming feel a trace of pressure.

"Seize the energy!"

“？”

The dead man spoke again, and before the words fell, he rushed towards Yang Ming, and the speed of his right fist made ordinary people feel extremely fast, and only the afterimage could be seen, and the air was cut through and hit Yang Ming's head.

Although the speed of the dead soldier is very fast, it is only relative to ordinary people, but Yang Ming's speed is as high as three times that of ordinary people!

Just as the dead man's fist was about to reach Yang Ming's nose, Yang Ming felt a gust of blade wind.

Yang Ming's eyes widened and he immediately turned to the left, dodging a dangerous punch.

Yang Ming was also unkind to the dead man, and after dodging, Yang Ming's right hand formed a fist and blasted into the dead man's shoulder at a speed that tore through the air.

"Bang!"

The fist touched his shoulder, making a loud sound, echoing in Yang Ming's ears.

Yang Ming only felt that his fist hit the steel, and there was a hint of cracking pain from his fist, and his body couldn't help but retreat back by the reverse thrust.

“？！”

Yang Ming's eyes widened, Yang Ming didn't expect the strength of the dead soldier to be so strong, Yang Ming felt that his nose was cut through the epidermis by the fist wind swung by the dead man, and Yang Ming was even more shocked by the strong defense of the dead man's body, although Yang Ming only used eighty percent of his strength.

Yang Ming didn't think that he could compare to the dead man by exerting all his strength. Eighty percent of the strength of the dead soldier remained motionless, but he took a step back due to the backlash.

This shows that the body of the dead soldier is strong, even if Yang Ming exerts ten percent of his strength, it will only be useless, and it may even be counterattacked, causing Yang Ming to be injured.

Yang Ming's brows are getting tighter and tighter, his strength is not as good as that of a dead soldier, his speed is not much different from it, and his physical strength is not clear who is stronger, but what can be determined is that Yang Ming is at a disadvantage.

And also......

What does predatory energy mean?

Yang Ming was very puzzled, there were too many problems on the dead man.

didn't have time to think too much, Yang Ming turned to the left.

Because the dead man found that his attack did not hit Yang Ming, he searched left and right, and saw Yang Ming on his right. The dead man then struck Yang Ming in the chest with a left hook.

As soon as his right foot hit the ground, he suddenly borrowed his strength, and Yang Ming flipped backwards in the air, keeping three meters away from the dead man.

The dead man couldn't hit Yang Ming again, his face was expressionless, and he rushed towards Yang Ming and threw another punch.

Yang Ming felt extremely helpless, and could only jump into the air with the advantage of agility.

Yang Ming stretched out his right hand and put it on top of the dead man's head, and his whole body stood upright in the air, maintaining the balance of his body.

Yang Ming's jump caused the dead man to look around in confusion, looking for Yang Ming's figure.

Yang Ming didn't think much about the movements of the dead man, Yang Ming, who was in the air, crushed the dead man's head hard, and the strength made Yang Ming feel that his fingers had made a nest in the dead man's mind.

Yang Ming's feet rotated cross, and the speed made the air twist into a small wind, making a "buzzing" wind sound.

With his feet accumulating strength to release his greatest strength, Yang Ming did not drag the mud and water, and bent his legs to hit the dead man's back.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang from the collision of the bodies, and Yang Ming felt that his feet were numb, and the dead man who received Yang Ming's full force only stumbled forward.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ming's heart gradually sank, and he felt huge pressure, which also made Yang Ming feel a huge sense of frustration.

The blow with all his strength only made the enemy take a few steps back, and he didn't even make a "hum", the gap between them really made Yang Ming feel powerless.

The dead man was attacked from behind, turned around, saw his target, and raised his fist again to attack Yang Ming.

Yang Ming's face was calm, Yang Ming wanted to try the gap between his strength and the enemy, he didn't want to dodge the attack, blindly dodging made Yang Ming feel uncomfortable, and he also felt that he had no dignity at all.

Yang Ming's eyes stared sharply at the attacking fist, and he clenched his hands in front of him, ready to defend.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the dead man's fist finally arrived at Yang Ming's body, Yang Ming's eyes widened, only to feel that his arm was about to break, the defense collapsed instantly, the impact directly smashed on Yang Ming's chest, his feet could not be stable and began to leave the ground, and the huge force made Yang Ming fly out upside down and fall to the ground fiercely in the air.

"Poof!"

Yang Ming's chest was stuffy, and the bloody taste in his mouth reached his nasal cavity, Yang Ming couldn't suppress it, and spit it out violently, and bright red blood spit out of his mouth.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, Yang Ming frowned, his right hand covered his chest, and the pain in his chest was slow, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Yang Ming didn't regret it, and he didn't have time to regret it, at least he knew that he couldn't confront the enemy head-on at this moment. Yang Ming knew that except for being a little faster, he was no match for the enemy.

Yang Ming's face was gloomy.

"Is this the late first order? is the difference between just three small levels so big?"

"It seems that there is no time to sigh now, the scene is extremely dangerous!"

The dead man lay down on the ground after seeing Yang Ming being attacked, and walked slowly in front of Yang Ming.

Yang Ming raised his head.

"I said big man! We don't have much hatred, do we?!"

The dead man did not answer Yang Ming's question, and raised his right foot at Yang Ming's head, wanting to kill him with one blow, and spat out a few words in his mouth.

"Seize the energy!"

"Damn! I can't communicate at all!"

Yang Ming's eyes widened, enduring the cracking pain in his chest, and he rolled back, dodging the attack of the dead soldier.

"Bang!"

The floor beneath the dead man's feet protruded, shattering like cobwebs and splashing dirt. The dead man remained expressionless.

"Wait! he seems to be a little wrong!"

Dodging the attack, Yang Ming suddenly noticed that something seemed to be wrong with the dead man.

Dead Soldiers' Movements...... Stiff?

The response is slow!

Yang Ming's eyes lit up, and he quietly watched the movements of the dead man.

The dead man paused at his feet for a few seconds before raising his head to look for Yang Ming.

After discovering Yang Ming, the dead man raised his feet and looked at Yang Ming.

"Seize the energy!"