easily dealt with the two minions, but Xu Changqing did not let his guard down. Experience had taught him that these two men would never be the only ones in ambush in the house. Sure enough, when he stepped into the door, the first thing he saw was an acquaintance he had never met. The melon face, the half-bald head, and the hands that were as smooth and sharp as knives. Kume Maruzo, the third master scheduled to play in the Shinkawa group.

It is a living room of about 50 square meters, and the ceiling is also very high, reaching 3 meters. Tables and chairs were dragged aside, and it looked like the venue had been deliberately cleaned.

"It's you, bald," Xu Changqing looked around left and right, "What about Xia Cheng?" ”

The way Kume laughed was harmless to humans and animals. He sat firmly on the sofa, like an uncle who had just retired in the new year: "Oh, it's Mr. Kenjiro Shirai, look up for a long time." ”

He made a gesture, and from the stairs came the sound of claws scraping against the floor, and the low whine of his throat. Two pitch-black Dobermans slowly walked down, tall and muscular, with sharp teeth. Kume Maruzo touched the dog's head and nodded to Xu Changqing with a smile.

Honestly, when the bald man laughs, he looks like the two Duberman brothers next to him. With dark red gums and white teeth, his face was full of cunning and cruelty.

"Mr. Shirai, you are moving so fast, I thought you would have to wait for a long time."

"What do you think is your business, I have no obligation to cooperate with you," Xu Changqing looked at Kume and the two dogs, "These are the two brothers you have been separated for a long time?" ”

Ignoring Xu Changqing's sarcasm, Kume Maruzo grinned: "Knowing that there is an ambush, it is really commendable to dare to come alone." But that's it. He patted the two Dobermans on the head and motioned for them to move forward. The Doberbins let out a low bark of suppressed excitement and approached with their red tongues.

"These two Dobermans have practiced how to tear flesh from living people since they were young. You're strong, you should be to their liking. ”

Kume laughed unscrupulously, with a rude expression, and suddenly gave a command: "Go! ”

After receiving the order, the two fierce dogs that had been waiting for a long time roared loudly in unison, and rushed towards Xu Changqing like arrows.

What must be followed is a blood-soaked drama, where two dogs tear a man apart alive. Unfortunately, Kume Maruzo's expectations were disappointed. Xu Changqing picked up the throwing stick at a speed that ordinary people couldn't match, slashed left and right, and every blow was slammed on the dog's head! There were suddenly several bloody wounds on the dog's face, and the bones were visible. The Doberbins let out a sparse wail and fled through the window with their tails between their legs.

"Tsk, what kind of heroes are they with weapons, they are bare-handed." Kume's evaluation is almost a bad joke, making people think that he is simply undisciplined.

"You can also buy two bazookas for them." Xu Changqing replied with the same degree of poisonous tongue.

"Murakami, it's your turn!"

Kume Maruzo gave an order, and the sliding door of the Japanese room adjacent to the living room slid open, and a man of great strength stepped out. He was dressed in kendo armor, with a puppet-like expressionless face, and was holding a sheathed Fuso sword. The man didn't say a word from beginning to end, slowly drawing his knife and putting on a posture. As the silver-white blade was revealed, there seemed to be an invisible and colorless murderous aura.

Xu Changqing raised his throwing stick and put on a posture of fighting.

With a piercing scream that cut through the air, the long knife unleashed an extremely powerful slash. If an ordinary person is stabbed in the front, there is probably no problem if he is cut in two. But Xu Changqing was not an ordinary person, he swung his throwing stick and hit the blade in time to knock the long knife away.

It's not all without a price. After all, it was a sharp blade that was too sharp to reach flesh, and the skull at the top of the slinger was cut off in half. The skeleton, which only has half a face left, is even more hideous.

Xu Changqing took half a step forward at an unimaginable speed, and had already circled to the side and back of Murakami. He didn't look at it, he held the stick in his backhand and stabbed it back!

Murakami's movements suddenly froze, and half of the bloody tip of the stick emerged from under his neck. He looked in horror at the hard object against his chin, twitching and inhaling desperately.

"Save ...... Help me! ”

Just by opening his mouth, a large amount of blood gushed out. Murakami's voice shouting for help was also muffled. Xu Changqing's arm shook and he withdrew the throwing stick. Murakami threw the knife and fell forward weakly. Blood trickled from beneath him, flowing freely along the floor to the undulations.

"Waste ......"

Kume's face began to look bad and became darker and darker.

"Where's Xia Cheng?" Xu Changqing asked again.

Kume Maruzo stood up: "Want to know? Beat me first. ”

When sitting on the sofa in the living room, Kume Maruzo looked unremarkable. However, when he stood up, his eyes swept away, and he was immediately imposing! This man is like a stone in a torrent, and the long training has made him hard and smooth, and invulnerable. He wears a traditional white karate uniform with a black belt around his waist decorated with red and white, and is a master of more than six dans.

Xu Changqing raised his stick and put on a posture. However, at this time, his pupils suddenly contracted: a pistol appeared in Kume Maruzo's hand!

"Despicable...... "Despicable" he squeezed two words out between his teeth.

"Despicable? Hehe," Kume Maruzo waved the muzzle of his gun, "flick the stick, drop it." ”

This bald man holds the gun in a very rusty position, maybe it's an opportunity. With eight years of rich experience in firearms in his previous life, Xu Changqing keenly saw that Kume Maruzo was not good at playing with guns. He visually measured the distance between the two of them, and felt that it was useless to pounce on them now. Anyway, Kume doesn't seem to be planning to shoot right away, so maybe he can go around a bit.

With a thud, the silver skull slingstick fell to the ground and was pushed away by Xu Changqing on tiptoe.

"Yes, yes," the bald Kume smiled, dropping the gun away, "that's fair." Sakuma and Okada were both taught by me, and you can stand here and prove that you are better than them. I'd love to see, just how strong are you? "His gaze is cold and unforgiving, and he looks at people like a stake or a sandbag." I was very confused by your fight with Sakuma," he said, "and although you have good moves, but your strength and reflexes are insufficient, it stands to reason that you should not be able to defeat him." ”

Xu Changqing didn't speak, and slowly pulled away from the boxing. Kume Maruzo said again, "Mr. Shirai, I've always been curious about your teacher. It can be seen that you have dabbled in all the boxing techniques of the Southern School of Huaxia, especially the short fights of the Yongchun lineage, I don't know which one of the honorable teachers is Ye, Qian, and Gu? ”

Yongchun is scattered in Dongying, divided into three families: leaves, money, and ancient times, each with its own merits. This Kume Maruzo only saw Xu Changqing fight once, and immediately recognized the root of his boxing skills, this vision and insight are really not shallow.

At this time, the two of them had no nonsense, silently observing their opponents. Xu Changqing sank down the horse, and Kumi put on a posture of "bending backwards" in karate, with weak front feet, solid back feet, and heavy waist and elbows. As soon as this posture swinged, it immediately showed its skills. Kume looked like he was in his forties and almost fifty, and his posture was more vigorous than that of young people, as immobile as a mountain, and he was invulnerable.