Some people say that they beat the master to death with random punches, and some people say that two fists are hard to beat with four hands. This widely circulated discourse is not unreasonable, and to a certain extent, it can also be used for reference and worthy of recognition. Of course, a master who can be killed by random punches must not be a good master. Two fists are hard to beat four hands, and these fists are certainly not too powerful iron fists.

Master. A true master. It is not limited to the number of enemies. Don't say two or four, even eight or ten, for a real master, it's just a matter of consuming a little more physical strength. It will not affect the victory or defeat, but also the ending.

Even age, which is extremely fatal to both men and women, cannot be reflected too intuitively in the body of the master.

The reason why a master is a master is because his physical fitness and fighting philosophy are beyond ordinary people. No matter if he is thirty years old, forty years old, or even fifty or sixty years old, when facing an elite man who is also 30 years old, the master has 100% certainty of victory. This has nothing to do with his age, it has something to do with his still strong fighting spirit, as well as his hands and feet that can still wave.

On the news, isn't it often reported that seventy or eighty-year-old men subdued several strong men with knives with their bare hands. Some people say that this is a master in the folk, but in fact, this is simply those few small thieves who don't have long eyes and meet the real masters.

Even, as long as the physical strength is not seriously declining, the body function is seriously damaged, and the older are a little older, in a bloody battle of life and death, they will have a greater advantage. Because they are experienced enough, because they have a composure that young people can't match. It is also because, after years of exploration, they have a set of their own most advantageous combat concepts. This is a rare asset for young masters who haven't seen enough of the world of flowers and are not willing to put too much effort into studying combat theory.

Yamamoto.

After hundreds of battles and battles, Japan's No. 1 samurai, who once topped the global killer list, is in the prime of life, and his energy and physical strength are at the absolute peak. Isn't an opponent like him the most formidable enemy?

So the moment Ah Si on the side appeared in Yamamoto, his slightly flustered heart was appeased to the greatest extent. I even couldn't help but light a cigarette to soothe my tense emotions.

It's just that Xiao Zheng's shot without warning, as well as Yamamoto's thunderous counterattack, once again stretched Ah Si's nerves tense and stiff.

This-

Ah Si swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and muttered to himself in horror in his eyes: "It's terrible..."

The speed, strength, terrifying killing intent overflowing from the body, and the fierce attack that was completely different from the ordinary gangsters in the brawl made Ah Si quickly realize that once Yamamoto failed, he and Zhao Siye were afraid that they would be destroyed by Xiao Zheng in an instant, without any suspense!

Airplanes!

Yamamoto pulled out the blade abruptly, and in the dim light, the chilling sword light suddenly appeared. With an unpredictable speed, he slashed at Xiao Zheng's side neck. At the same time, the blade in Xiao Zheng's hand also approached the top of Yamamoto's head. In the blink of an eye, the two fell into a life-and-death situation. Carry somebody away.

Sou!

Sou!

Sonor!

When both sides faced a deadly attack, the body deviated from its original trajectory at the same time. When skillfully avoiding the opponent's attack, the two swung their blades and collided together without any suspense. A high-pitched, piercing sound is emitted. The air collided with fierce fires. It's heart-wrenching.

After a violent and brief collision, Xiao Zheng, who was standing back to back, did not stop at all. He didn't even turn his head, and the blade in his hand slashed out diagonally again. The blade came first, and the man turned.

Shout!

The blade ruffled through the air, tore through the space, and when there was a terrifying sound of breaking the air, Xiao Zheng's blade was already close to Yamamoto's throat.

At the same time, Yamamoto didn't have time to pull out his katana, and when Xiao Zheng's blade in his eyes continued to expand, he tiptoed a little and bounced backwards at an extremely fast speed. fell back to the place where Xiao Zheng was before.

Woo woo -

There was a heart-deep cold wind in the air, and the lights in the cold, damp parking lot were dimly lit and the figures were eerie, like huge monsters roaring and growling. Together with the howling wind, it seemed to tear people's hearts apart. Shocking to the soul.

The battle between the two sides was only between lightning and flint, short, swift, but thrilling, life and death. Mo said that Yamamoto, who was in the middle of the authorities, even if it was Ah Si who was standing aside, forgot to smoke the cigarette between his fingers. Scalp tingling and dry mouth.

The duo's face-to-face movements are comparable to those of the world's top athletes. Xiao Zheng turned around and slashed the knife, as if every muscle in his body could be used for it, and burst out with amazing power. Otherwise, how could he have fought back at that moment? And Yamamoto's last bounce back was as fast as a ghost. Don't say a knife, even if it's a bullet, I'm afraid I don't want to hurt him in the slightest.

However.

Something surprising happened.

Just when Ah Si secretly applauded the wonderful opening show of the two, Yamamoto, who had fallen back to the place where Xiao Zheng was before, raised his hand slightly and touched his slightly cold neck.

The area touched by the fingers was warm and slippery, and there was a strong fishy smell between the noses. Yamamoto raised his hand and saw that the red blood stained his fingers. But there was no horror, the only thing that emerged in his chest was endless anger!

Yamamoto was left with a shallow, but long wound in his throat, and the blood stopped even seconds after squeezing through the skin and gushing out of his body. This is enough to prove that the wound is shallow enough to quickly heal itself and stop bleeding without the need to apply any external force. But for Yamamoto, a world-famous top killer of the older generation, it is a maddening humiliation.

Sonor!

Yamamoto pulled out the katana that stood firmly on the ground, a hideous look appeared on his originally calm and indifferent face, and his bloodthirsty eyes stared at Xiao Zheng who was standing in place, and said coldly: "I'm going to break you into ten thousand pieces!" ”

"Nonsense." Xiao Zheng waved his knife and said expressionlessly. "Says like I'm going to let you go."

Shout!

Yamamoto lost interest in communicating with Xiao Zheng, and waved the sharp and cold katana with both hands, rushing towards Xiao Zheng like a meat grinder, with extraordinary momentum!

"He's hurt." Ah Si said with a little worry.

"Little things." Zhao Siye on the side stared at the two people on the battlefield with a calm face.

Bagatelle?

Ah Si was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood the meaning of Zhao Siye's words.

Oh, yes. A top killer like Yamamoto, as long as he is alive, as long as he can still hold the weapon, Mo said that it is just a very shallow cut in his neck, even if he breaks an arm or a leg, he can instantly kill any enemy who is not his opponent.

This is the biggest advantage of the killer.

As long as he can live, his opponent will die!