Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Fight

On the outskirts of Haicheng, in a barren place, Zhang Ye held a wooden stick in his hand and stared at the two men opposite him with a gloomy expression.

On the ground in front of him, the man who was attacked by him was still convulsing and wailing, his right hand was broken, the kneecap of his left leg had been shattered, and he had suffered multiple injuries on his body, and he had completely lost his combat effectiveness.

Yang Qing looked at the young man in front of him in surprise and gasped.

This kid is really ruthless enough, no wonder Xiao Shaojun will be scrapped by him about the crotch of his pants.

Beside Yang Qing, the man in his thirties also looked at Zhang Ye in surprise, looking at his companion who fell to the ground and screamed in pain, he looked confused.

How so?

Obviously, that kid is on the run, and his speed is not as fast as his brother, so he can't escape at all.

In a hurry to escape, the kid fell out, thinking that he was going to catch the kid, but he didn't expect the kid to suddenly burst out and hurt people, and under the surprise attack, he killed his brother.

"Sure enough, it's a ruthless character, boy, do you think you can run today?" Yang Qing stared at Zhang Ye and asked.

Zhang Ye held a wooden stick in his hand, stared at the other party and said, "Who asked you to come, is it Xiao Shaojun, that useless waste, why don't you come by yourself?" ”

Yang Qing secretly praised, this kid is kind enough, and calm enough, at this time, he can still guess who the murderer is behind the scenes.

"Brother Qing, what do you have to say to this kid, he abolished the sunspot, I'll go and abolish him." The middle-aged man was obviously older than Yang Qing, but he called Yang Qing Brother Qing.

Yang Qing nodded and said: "Okay, this kid is not even a first-grade soldier king, but you are a first-grade soldier king in the middle stage, it is easy to abolish this kid, but it is better to be careful, don't be raided like a sunspot." ”

The man strode towards Zhang Ye with a wooden stick, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have even killed the second-grade soldier king who came out of these schools." ”

Zhang Ye's heart sank when he heard the conversation between the two.

has killed someone, or killed two with one product.

Who the hell are these people, gangsters on Haicheng Road?

Although Zhang Ye was calm enough, he was still a little worried.

These days, he has been pretending to be injured, he has never been to the testing room to test his strength, and now he doesn't know how far he has reached.

The person in front of him is in the middle stage of the first-grade soldier king, and there should not be much difference between him and him, but the other party said that he had killed the second-rank soldier, which made him have a lot of psychological pressure.

Obviously, the two people in front of them belong to ruthless characters who are good at fighting.

Although Zhang Ye has also fought with many people and has a lot of combat experience, he has only experienced this kind of desperate life-and-death struggle that kills the other party.

It was that time that he hit Xiao Shaojun hard, but that battle ended very quickly, and he still relied on luck to overturn Xiao Shaojun all at once, if he really fought head-on, he was not Xiao Shaojun's opponent at all.

"Boy, don't worry, I won't kill you, I'll just break your legs and avenge my brother Kuroko." The middle-aged man walked towards Zhang Ye, and when he saw Zhang Ye's heavy face, he couldn't help but smile and said.

Zhang Ye was silent, staring at the other party.

Just now, he felt that his body was in its heyday, full of strength, although there was no aura in his body, but he felt that his current self was much stronger than when he was caught by Zhou Zhao and others for testing.

The king of soldiers in the middle of the first grade, he has the confidence to fight.

Seeing that Zhang Ye was silent, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Are you frightened?" ”

It didn't seem that Zhang Ye was in his eyes at all, but when he was only two or three meters away from Zhang Ye, he suddenly burst out, and the wooden stick in his hand smashed down on Zhang Ye's head with a thunderous momentum.

Zhang Ye's heart jumped, and the secret path was so fast, but at the same time, his body also rushed forward.

There is no escape, he wants to fight happily to see how strong he is now.

The two rushed together in an instant, and the sticks collided fiercely in the air.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ye and the man's faces changed at the same time, they only felt that their arms were numb, and the tiger's mouth was faintly painful, as if there was a feeling of cracking, but Zhang Ye didn't say a word, and he raised his leg and kicked it over.

But the opponent's move was not slow, and when the wooden stick was smashed, he also kicked Zhang Ye's stomach with his right foot.

The two feet are kicked together, and both sides go backwards.

Zhang Ye only felt a numbness in his toes, and the pain came, and he couldn't help but gasp, but soon, he found that a stream of heat appeared on his toes, and the pain was suddenly suppressed a lot.

Without hesitation, Zhang Ye pounced again, and the wooden stick smashed into the opponent's head.

Beads of sweat appeared on the middle-aged man's forehead, he thought he could crush Zhang Ye, but he didn't expect Zhang Ye to fight with him on a par, and under the same strength confrontation, he was in pain.

However, Zhang Ye seemed to not know the pain, and counterattacked extremely quickly, which immediately made him fall into the disadvantage.

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

Zhang Ye's wooden stick was smashed out continuously, and the opponent parried with the wooden stick, and after several times in a row, Zhang Ye kicked out and hit the opponent's lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

The man screamed in pain, clutched his stomach and flew backwards, falling into the open space three meters away.

It's a long story, but in fact, the two have fought so far, and the person has been kicked out, but it takes a very short time.

Zhang Ye was hot, and fine sweat seeped out from the pores around his body.

But his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

The king of soldiers in the middle of the first grade, he also overturned it under his hard resistance!

In this way, the results of his cultivation in the past twenty days are indeed amazing, at least allowing him to have the level of the middle stage of a first-grade soldier king.

Great, that set of practice exercises is really good.

There is still no spiritual energy storage in his body these days, and he still thinks that there is not much progress, but now it seems that the spiritual energy that has been inhaled into his body is constantly transforming his muscles and muscles, making his muscles and muscles stronger, and now the power that bursts out in his muscles is much stronger than before.

In his heart was ecstatic, Zhang Ye's movements did not stop, and after kicking the other party, he pounced forward again.

"Let me come!"

At this moment, behind the middle-aged man who was kicked to the ground, Yang Qing let out a cold roar and rushed over.

Yang Qing made a move, Zhang Ye suddenly felt a lot of pressure, but he saw that the other party was only a few years older than him, and he didn't have a weapon in his hand.

Zhang Ye turned his heart sideways, and the wooden stick smashed towards Yang Qing without hesitation.

"Huhuhuhu!!"

The wooden stick smashed into the air with a whistling sound, but Yang Qing avoided Zhang Ye's wooden stick many times in a row with great speed.

What a speed!

Zhang Ye was secretly surprised, but his speed was not slow, and with a wooden stick in his hand, the safe distance was far enough, and Yang Qing couldn't get close to him for a while.

"Brother Qing, stick!"

But soon, the man who was kicked by Zhang Ye threw the wooden stick in his hand at Yang Qing.

Zhang Zhi's heart sank.

This Yang Qing's strength is definitely above the second-grade soldier king, and now there is still a certain gap between him and the other party.

What to do, to escape?

Zhang Ye was thinking about whether to escape, but Yang Qing had already grabbed the wooden stick, and smashed it down on Zhang Ye's shoulder with an extremely fast speed.

Unable to avoid it, Zhang Ye roared angrily in his heart, grabbed the wooden stick and smashed it hard.