Chapter 4: A New Beginning

Reaching out and touching the stinging pain on his face, looking down at the blood in his hand, the yellow-haired young man's face couldn't help but turn pale, and then he looked up at the small sword stuck in the wall in front of him, and his face turned even paler.

"Mix" The other old boy turned his head and just scolded a word, and the rest all held back, and his face turned pale as well.

"Martial King!"

Looking at Guan Moyu who came closer, the three old boys all trembled, but there was a hint of respect mixed with their frightened expressions.

Martial King Guan Moyu, who entered the Tao at the age of twelve, was ruthless, but he was very righteous to his brothers, and with his surname Guan, he slowly won the title of 'King Wu'.

Mixed in the road, the first thing is to worship the martial saint Guan Yu, and Guan Moyu can get the title of 'Martial King', although there is a reason for his surname, but his own ability and personality are also important reasons.

On the road, especially in the Causeway Bay area, there are very few people who don't know the face of Kwan Moyu.

"I don't know if it's Brother Wu, you were offended just now." The yellow-haired young man smiled and apologized.

"Whew"

With a long sigh of relief, Guan Moyu suppressed the anger in his heart, the one who mixed in the road is not the character of thinking that he is the eldest in the sky, the third in the earth, and the second in me, the other party can put down his face and apologize to him, it can be said that it is already commendable, and he will naturally not be unforgiving.

"It's fine." Guan Moyu glanced at the trembling woman, his brows furrowed slightly, although the other party was wearing a big sunglasses, he always felt that the other party was a little familiar.

After thinking for a while, Guan Moyu said: "Give me a face, this woman doesn't look like she came out to mess around, don't ruin her." ”

"No problem."

The three old boys nodded in response, and then did not continue to entangle, after saying hello, they turned around and left quickly, a few people are not fools, just a sentence Guan Moyu moved the knife, no need to guess and know that he is in a bad mood now, naturally he will not stay and have nothing to do.

"Poof"

Seeing the three of them disappear from sight, Guan Moyu leaned in and pulled out his small sword, turning his head to look at the woman in front of him.

A white skinny jeans on the lower body, revealing the slender jade legs and straight buttocks, a tight white shirt on the upper body, the plump and tightly bound in the clothes, but it gives people a feeling of wanting to break out, although the face is wearing sunglasses, it still gives people a beautiful feeling, coupled with the white and tender skin exposed on the neck, it makes people have the urge to pounce and bite it.

"Thank you for saving me." Under Guan Moyu's scrutiny, the woman couldn't help but hold her chest with her hands a little shyly, and thanked her.

"Dressed like this, don't go on the road, you have to drill into these dark corners, you deserve to be **, not forced. It's your fate. Guan Moyu ignored the woman's apology, frowned and reprimanded.

"Immoral!"

Pouting disdainfully, Guan Moyu no longer paid attention to the woman who was trembling with anger, turned around and walked away quickly, walking towards the predetermined trajectory.

"Bastard!!"

"Brother Wu, Uncle Lian asked me to take you to the lounge, and I'll call you when it starts." A strong man explained while leading Guan Moyu.

"En" Guan Moyu nodded, "I'm tired." ”

"That's so polite." The strong man said with a smile.

After speaking, the two of them stopped talking, but after a while, Guan Moyu was led to a twenty-square-meter room, the strong man did not stop, nodded and turned to leave.

After a brief look at the room, Guan Moyu sat on the sofa and closed his eyes, trying to recall the fighting experiences in his memory.

Guan Moyu in this life has learned a lot of things, that is, he has learned Bajiquan, Yongchun and other internal boxing, and he has also learned Jeet Kune Do, Muay Thai and other external boxing, but they are not profound, after all, they have not been systematically studied.

To have his current status, in addition to his strong enough, fast enough, and ruthless means, it depends on his flying sword skills.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five hours pass in an instant.

The door opened again, and the previous big man walked in and signaled, without speaking, and led Guan Moyu to walk for five minutes, and then came to a place similar to a boxing ring, or a boxing ring.

Looking around, on the seats on all sides sat a person of different names and ages, numbering no less than fifty, and behind the fifty or so people, stood several strong men with strong figures.

The familiar Lian Bo, the 14K word pile, the bigwigs of Xinyi'an and other clubs, there are thirty-two bigwigs that Guan Moyu knows.

What surprised him even more was that Fu Changqing, who designed him, was also sitting on the left-hand side, but the current situation did not allow him to continue to pay attention to why the other party was here, and under the signal of the strong man, he strode onto the boxing ring in the center.

"Bump"

Chen Lian, who was on crutches and dressed very formally, walked into the ring, stopped on crutches, and said in a solemn voice: "Old man Chen Lian, today, Guan Moyu has three knives and six holes, I hope you will learn from it." ”

As Chen Lian's words fell, the atmosphere at the scene was instantly depressed.

Turning his head to look at Guan Moyu with an indifferent face, Chen Lian's old face showed a complicated color, and he once again asked the question he had asked on the phone for several hours.

"Break? Or betting? ”

Chuang: Three people come up at will, fight with Guan Moyu in a row, and if the other party loses, he puts down the knife, and asks Guan Moyu to perform three knives and six holes on his body, so three times, on the contrary, if he loses, the other party will help him execute.

Gambling: The people present take turns to draw lots, draw three people at random, and one person comes up to give him a knife, as for the place where the knife is stabbed, whether it is the head, neck, heart and other vital points, or other non-fatal places, it is up to the person who holds the knife to decide.

Guan Moyu didn't want to put his life in the hands of the other party, so he said in a cold voice: "Chuang." ”

In the past ten years, there have been 184 cases, and all of them have chosen to 'break', because, in the road, there are too many enemies, and letting the initiative go is tantamount to looking for death.

"Break!" Chen Lian took a deep breath and shouted: "Grab three knives, start now, those who are interested should come forward." ”

After speaking, without the slightest pause, he then spoke: "He is my horse boy, this first knife will be by me, you have no opinion, right?" ”

The first knife belongs to the organizer, which can be regarded as an unspoken rule, so everyone present shook their heads and said they had no opinion.

At this time, a woman wearing a cheongsam also walked up with a knife in her hand and knelt down on one knee in front of Chen Lian.

"Live." After taking a deep look at Guan Moyu, Chen Lian left a word, and then turned around and walked down.

"Whew"

Taking a deep breath, Guan Moyu's hand trembled a little and picked up the knife in front of him, gritted his teeth, avoided the vital point on his body, and stabbed hard into the stomach.

"Poof"

"! What a fucking love! ”

The tip of the knife leaked directly from his back, Guan Moyu gritted his teeth with a distorted face, held the handle of the knife, turned around in place, and showed it to everyone, and then gritted his teeth and pulled out the knife.

"Ahh

"Poof"

In the blood splash, Guan Moyu couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, put the knife on the plate in front of him, took the prepared gauze, and quickly wrapped it around the wound, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"A grudge!"

Chen Lian, who was standing on the side, shouted loudly.

Experiencing the pain coming from the wound, Guan Moyu pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly, he couldn't give up now, so he could only speak: "Next." ”

After a moment of silence, a man with swollen muscles and bandaged hands stepped out of the crowd and stepped into the ring.

Seeing the other party, Guan Moyu couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't have any friendship with the other party, but the person in front of him was also 14K, so if nothing else, this level was not difficult.

Things did not surprise him, the other party simply fought with him a few times, and then walked off the ring silently with his fists.

"Whew"

Breathing a sigh of relief again, Guan Moyu only felt a moment of blur in front of him, the gauze on his waist had been poured with blood, he picked up the knife, hesitated for a moment, and then pierced his thigh.

Reality is not science fiction, a person's body is intricate, not that place can make you stab through the back, not only is it not fatal, but it will not leave a future trouble.

If it weren't for Guan Moyu in this world because he was interested in three swords and six holes, or because he had prepared a way back for himself, and carefully investigated, he would not dare to take this road of nine deaths and one life now.

"Two knives and hatred!"

Chen Lian shouted loudly again.

Gritting his teeth and wrapping the wound with gauze again, Guan Moyu's eyes were a little confused and said again: "Next." ”

Seeing that the blood had dripped from the wound to the ground, and then looking at Guan Moyu's somewhat shaky figure, at the signal of a big man in 14K, a man was about to step forward.

Like these three knives and six holes, in fact, as long as there is no life-and-death feud, basically no one will come to make trouble, and those who died before basically died without surviving the three knives.

"Let me do it this time."

With a voice of voice, a young man with a scar on his face walked out from behind Fu Changqing, and strode towards the boxing ring, while the man who had already walked a few steps frowned, and retreated under the signal of an old man.

"Don't blame me, if you want to complain, blame you for offending someone who shouldn't be offended." The young man with the scar glanced at the crumbling Guan Moyu with regret, and a touch of murderous intent flashed on his face.

Looking at the man in front of him, Guan Moyu turned his head to look at Fu Changqing with a sneer on his face, his eyes couldn't help narrowing, and when he shook his body, his right hand wiped the waistband of his pants on the back, and the palm-long sword appeared in his hand.

When he saw Fu Changqing at the beginning, he guessed that the other party was eighty percent likely to make a move, so although he was indeed on the verge of death now, under that sting, his attention was unprecedentedly concentrated.

"Can't wait any longer."

Gritting his teeth, Guan Moyu took the lead.

"Whoosh"

As the small sword shot out, Guan Moyu couldn't help but show a smile on his face, this sword was his pinnacle sword, and even, the moment he shot it, he knew that this sword would definitely be shot.

Therefore, after shooting, Guan Moyu did not hesitate at all, turned around, grabbed the knife, and stabbed it at the other thigh that was not injured.

"Poof"

"Boom"

With the sound of blood splashing, in the midst of everyone's stunned, the young man with the scar fell to the sky with a small sword stuck in his forehead.

"Poof"

Pulling out the knife, Guan Moyu wrapped the wound indiscriminately, walked to the scar youth step by step, stretched out his hand and pulled out the small sword, and walked towards the gate.

Faintly, Lianbo's voice sounded in his ears.

"Three knives are married!"

The marriage with the club is broken!

At this moment, Guan Moyu knew that he could start again, although he didn't know what he would do next.