After Yuan Xing put out his battle fist, the killer obviously felt threatened, and couldn't help but cheer up his spirit, staring at Yuan Xing cautiously, paying attention to his every move.

War boxing is a set of boxing techniques specially created for fighting, focusing on a momentum, punching like a tiger descending from the mountain, opening its bloody mouth, revealing its fangs, and launching a fierce blow at the prey.

The killer waved the long knife in his hand, constantly blocking Yuan Xing's attacks.

Yuan Xing, on the other hand, was like a killing machine, not caring about the injuries on his body at all, as if he was ignoring the knife in the killer's hand, and was just immersed in his own offensive rhythm.

Gradually, the black-clothed killer felt that the knife in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and his movements were getting slower and slower, as if he was in an ice cellar, and he felt chills all over his body.

This bone-chilling air penetrated through the pores of the body and penetrated into the heart and lungs.

The killer received more and more influence from the war fist, and he knew that if he continued like this, he would not be far from death.

The killer desperately aroused his fighting spirit and launched a counterattack, he didn't want to be killed by Yuan Xing in this situation.

The battle is extremely fierce, Yuan Xing has not met an opponent who is on par with himself for a long time, the strength of the two can be said to be comparable, the only variable is Yuan Xing's battle fist, which can exude a murderous aura to affect the opponent.

"Bang." The black-clothed killer couldn't dodge in time, and was punched in the nose by Yuan Xing, and the bridge of his nose collapsed instantly.

Although he also slashed at Yuan Xing's thigh, his nose was a fragile place, and a heavy blow here would cause blood to rush to his brain instantly, causing him to faint.

The killer's physical fitness was very good, but the bridge of his nose was broken, and although he was not unconscious, he also felt a gold star in front of him, mixed with blood, which made his body stagnate.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yuan Xing stepped forward with a set of combination punches, knocking the killer to the ground and unable to get up.

When he got closer, Yuan Xing grabbed the killer by the hair and picked him up.

"Who sent you?" Yuan Xing said coldly.

"Don't waste your thoughts, I won't say it, the mission has failed, and if you go back, you will die, give me a good time!" The killer said without a hint of expression.

"If you want to die, it will fall into my hands, it's not easy to live, but it's even more difficult to want to die, don't worry, I will let you live, you can't die." Yuan Xing's voice was like coming from the Nine Hells, exuding a cold aura.

At this moment, the killer almost said the black hand behind the scenes, but I have to say that his willpower is strong enough, and he just held back and put on a look of death.

"Very well, don't say yes, I'll let you speak." As he spoke, Yuan Xing took a knife, cut a small incision in the killer's leg, and then slowly slid it up.

This feeling of cutting meat with a slow knife can make most people's hearts collapse, but Yuan Xing still underestimated this killer, although he was sweating profusely in pain, he still gritted his teeth and didn't speak, and he didn't even let out a cry of pain.

Yuan Xing was not in a hurry, seeing that this trick didn't work, he put down the knife and changed to another way.

"Kaba, kaba," there was a loud sound, and the joints of the killer's body were removed, and then they were put on again, how to describe this feeling, like countless ants gnawing at the bone marrow, the pain from the inside out.

The killer who thinks he has experienced this kind of pain can't help but scream loudly at this time to relieve the pain in his body.

Half an hour later, Yuan Xing tried various means, but the killer just couldn't speak, and his psychology was secretly admiring, this was a hard bone.

If it weren't for the assassination of himself, maybe the two could have become friends, but their positions are different, and they have decided that they can only be enemies of each other, and they are enemies of life and death.

Seeing that he couldn't toss anything, Yuan Xing picked up the phone, called the battle team, and explained the situation.

In less than half an hour, three people rang the doorbell of Yuan Xing's house, opened the door, and three people came in, two of whom Yuan Xing knew, and they were the elites of the battle group, and they all had A+ strength, and the other person had never seen it.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Li, the two of you are here in person." Yuan Xing opened his mouth to say hello.

"No, no, you are now the treasure of the battle group, the key training object of the leaders, we don't dare to be careless." Brother Zhang, who took the lead, said with a smile.

"This is Jiang Long, a colleague of the Wind Group, who is in charge of intelligence, and he has come to cooperate with us this time." Brother Zhang spoke again and introduced this unknown person to Yuan Xing.

"Hello, I'm Yuan Xing, I'm sorry for you." Yuan Xing greeted politely.

"You're welcome, everyone is a colleague, and besides, I'm also interested in this Dongying devil, leave it to me, and I'll give you a satisfactory answer." Jiang Long said.

"Your injuries are fine, do you want to go to the hospital?" Brother Zhang saw that Yuan Xing had a lot of wounds on his body, although it was not fatal, but bleeding could also kill people.

"It's okay, just deal with it yourself and go to the hospital by yourself in a while." Yuan Xing said indifferently, for them, bloodshed and injuries were simply commonplace.

"Okay, be careful yourself, prevent the killer and his accomplices, we'll take someone back to the base first." Brother Zhang stepped forward to mention the killer, beckoned Brother Li and Jiang Long, and walked out together.

"Be careful." Yuan Xing followed behind, watched a few people get into the car, and reminded him openly.

Brother Zhang waved his hand, did not speak, and started the car to return to the base.

Yuan Xing changed his clothes, took out his X6 from the garage, and headed for the hospital......

"Why hasn't No. 2 come back yet, there won't be any problems, right?" In the presidential suite of a luxury hotel, a middle-aged man sat on a sofa and said to the two people behind him.

At this time, it was already more than four o'clock in the morning, but these people did not feel sleepy at all, obviously there was something important.

"Don't worry, big brother, No. 2 is a figure in the world's killer rankings, and killing Yuan Xing is not a trivial matter." A big man in black behind him heard the boss's inquiry and hurriedly spoke.

"Don't underestimate Yuan Xing, this kid is an invincible existence in the special forces, don't be careless, your No. 2 is only ranked eighty-sixth in the killer list, not necessarily Yuan Xing's opponent."

The one who spoke was a young man sitting in the corner, if Yuan Xing was here, he would definitely recognize it, this guy was Zhang Jie of the Northeast Theater of Operations, and he was also the grandson of the commander of the theater.

At this time, he appeared here, obviously with an ulterior motive.

"Boy, don't underestimate No. 2, let alone eighty-six, you know the killer ranked one hundred, you can easily kill a squad of special forces, I'm not talking about assassination." The middle-aged man spoke slowly.

"Give No. 2 a call, it's time to kill the target."

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