Between the blade of survival and the proud physical skill, which is better.

Generally speaking, whether it is a professional martial arts teacher or a related professional, they will undoubtedly tell you that the human body hits a stone with an egg in front of a weapon. Even for a master martial artist, the best way to deal with a knife-wielding assailant is to turn and run rather than physically try to snatch the weapon to subdue him.

After experiencing the baptism of desperation, the situation began to turn around for a while.

The more you go to the back of the trial, you will find that there are countless people with "strange" skills in desperate situations, or they burst out when they are forced into the cliff one by one, or they are guided to develop step by step to the present. Each has its own unique reason, and the gap between martial arts and weapons in the traditional sense is no longer clear.

But what is really rare now is that the man with glasses is not an executioner, and he has never reached a desperate situation. But it was such a native of the original world, but he found it here step by step without relying on any external force and the guidance of his predecessors.

Maybe it can't be compared to other prisoners who have broken through the limit mutation of the physical body, but in a way, as long as he is given time and opportunity, he can go further than everyone else.

In fact, the man with glasses walked a path very similar to Sloe, the executioner in Area A.

is also an incarnation of a "sword", pouring all the martial arts abilities into his body, and completely trusting this body. It's all about raising the physical technique to the limit of what it can currently bear.

The two fists wrapped around the strap were cold against the scalpel, and the red strap broke inch by inch under the Ling Jin quenching attack, but the clenched fist under it still seemed to be unshakable and waved a firm fist at a glance.

The woman in Zone B who made the scalpel seemed to be surprised by such a completely unexpected strength. Slightly sideways, and then five fingers together palms cut horizontally against the fist, the scalpel as thin as a cicada's wings can only be glimpsed under a specific reflected light, carved on the back of the man's hand, leaving a trace that is not deep or shallow.

In fact, if it were a completely ordinary body that had not undergone any reinforcement, this blow would be enough to cut off the entire palm horizontally.

In a gap between the two sides, the man with glasses coughed lightly twice with his fist to his lips, and then faced the woman again in a starting pose.

When he finished, there were two people left in Section D, and four or five more in Section B — if none of the rest could deal with the scalpel-wielding woman.

Qiu Xuan's fingertips unconsciously knocked on the railing a few times, hoping that this Li Qing could at least solve half of her opponent for her, so that it would be easier to wait until the next prisoner came on the field.

After the extremely short period of rest between the two sides, the woman's ten fingers overlapped and seemed to turn a few times in an extremely harmless way, but only the prisoner who could easily see the chilling cold light in the light of a certain angle knew what kind of cold murderous intent was hidden between those ten fingers.

The man with glasses is always neither humble nor arrogant, standing up in place and raising his fists, which is ordinary and simple to the extreme. Once again, the two fought together at a similar angle, and this time, the woman's eyes were no longer the rash of playing with contempt before, and the moves were ruthless and truly deadly.

They want a quick end to the fight.

The frequency of the glasses man's resistance obviously began to struggle, and he was barely able to block it a few times. But soon, as the woman no longer left her hands behind, she became more and more ruthless in her real skills, and the relative Mu Ne Fist Wind was defeated and retreated under such an offensive.

The man finally raised his eyes, and a pair of ordinary eyes stared at the other side through the layers of mirrors.

He moved backwards, and again, as countless times before, clutched his fists.

He ignored the impermeable layers of blades, and stepped on the most earthy and barren ground, alternating fists to his rhythm. The woman is obviously a little angry by this style of play, this feeling is like knowing that the other party is not as good as herself, but watching the person catch up step by step with his feet on the ground, there will always be an inexplicable fear that he will be overtaken.

The real shift in the situation lies in a turnaround.

The woman's attack became more and more fierce, and under such an attack, the skin of her body, which was not easy to break through, began to be unable to resist, and several times the scalpel as thin as a cicada's wings almost cut his bones. But the man with glasses turned a deaf ear, and just continued to fight his own martial arts almost programmatically.

The two fists bring out every superposition of the punching style, and every raised kick on the surface of the bare feet. Countless basic martial arts are stacked again and again, as if you are wielding a hammer to carry out a basic and incomparably exquisite forging.

Finally, at the moment when the two passed shoulders and turned around after countless punches, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

The golden light that ordinary lenses couldn't stop burst out from his eyes, and for the first and last time, he threw a blow that represented the pinnacle of the supreme martial arts he could comprehend towards his set goal.

There's no bells and whistles, it's not a flashy move, it's just a punch.

And this punch also condensed every foundation of the previous past, brewing the ultimate of years of martial arts immersion.

The woman's pupils constricted, such a distance was unavoidable, and she almost forcibly carried all the energy of this punch, only to barely stop it in the last few seconds. At the last moment, she looked at the other party coldly, and saw that it was basically impossible to avoid this style, so she simply slashed the blade at him in this position.

Half a day.

The woman's figure smashed a deep pit into the outer wall, and the man with glasses fell to the ground, silently covering his own spurting blood.

The medical team hurried into the field again, and the woman who was pressed into the wall suddenly coughed twice, and pulled herself out of the way of the prison guards. She staggered when she walked, coughed up a few blood clots uncontrollably, and said, "Next." ”

Playing to this extent, it would be a bit of a waste if the priest was the next to play.

Qiu Xuan patted the only remaining D-Zone prisoner around him besides them, "You can get on." ”

"Okay." The prisoner nodded, "I don't think she will last long, I'll try to keep fighting." ”

The damage that punch caused to the opponent was beyond anyone's expectations.

After all, no one would give a man such a chance to fight non-stop for so long before this, and no one could have predicted that his real strength would lie in the blow that combined all the essence after the ordinary basic skills were superimposed.

The woman kept vomiting patches of blood clots from her mouth, and sure enough, as everyone thought, in such a situation, with the strength of the prisoners in Area D, even if she was still a little reluctant but a little cautious, she could still be knocked down.

There are already three stops in Zone B.

This kind of ending has actually met Qiu Xuan's expectations, and it is even very humble and slightly better than expected. If the priest can consume some of the strength of the next prisoner, Qiu Xuan will only have to defeat three and a half prisoners, including Erin, when he comes on the field.

The next person in Zone B is also an executioner.

And this is also the last remaining executioner in the team except for Erin, and it is conservatively estimated that the strength can be ranked in the top three in the team, and it is obvious that the other party is already a little anxious, wanting to make it defeat all the remaining prisoners in District D in one fell swoop.

The inmates of Section D, who were still on the field, swallowed silently and looked at the executioner who walked up to the scene.

The young man was spinning an invisible rope-like strip in his hand, and suddenly his hands were in the air as if there was no physical performance, and his fingers pinched and swirled a transparent and invisible knot, and threw it high in this direction!

The prisoner's expression was solemn, although he couldn't see it, he still subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but in the next second, the whole person pulled up, and his face was hideous, and he held the invisible rope around his neck with both hands. It looked as if he had been hung by a rope around his neck.

Qiu Xuan wasn't sure if the prisoner was hiding any hidden skills such as one-punch killing, so he patiently counted for a few seconds, and saw that his eyes had begun to roll and he couldn't make a sound, so he completely lost his skills, and leaned on the railing and shouted for him, "Let's admit defeat!" ”

The young man in Area B turned his head to look at this position, and suddenly a smile broke out at the corner of his mouth.

Finished.

Qiu Xuan had already chosen the right size body bag for the prisoner in her heart, and sure enough, in the next second, the young man ignored the action of admitting defeat and shouting to stop, and the corners of his mouth pulled at the corner of his hand with a fierce and vicious one that did not match. There was a loud crack of the neck bone, and the prisoner's head was reversed half a circle, straight into his neck and twisted to the position of his back.

It's over.

Area D was filled with righteous indignation, and Qiu Xuan sighed lightly and glanced at the only priest who did not play.

"Then don't you have a smelly and long preparation time before you use a skill every time, and now that there is no one to protect you in the individual team competition, what are you going to do?"

The priest's thin face still maintained an almost beautiful fatherhood and kindness, if it weren't for the fact that he had sacrificed an entire church in advance, he would have thought that this was the god who had come down from the canon to chant the messenger of the gospel in the world.

He spoke softly, in a soft and pleasant tone, but with a lingering inexplicable hoarseness. "I'll try my best."

Not again.

Qiu Xuan rolled her eyes in her heart, counting the six prisoners in Father D's area so far, and the six prisoners must say "I will do my best" or "I will definitely try" before every time they play. It's as if Qiu Xuan is the head teacher who wears a cheongsam to send the exam to every student in front of the college entrance examination room.

The priest walked slowly onto the field, and with every step of his cloth shoes, the familiar pink smoke once again filled the entire playground.

The executioner boy twisted around the invisible rope in his hand, and his expression was solemn for a few moments.

Qiu Xuan: It turns out that you bastard was playing me in that team fight.

She propped up the railing, watching as the priest barely needed any time to prepare for the moment, and the smoke began to spread everywhere she walked as she walked, like an alchemist who had taken the blue and started to be a human for an endless time.

In this pink smoke, which obscured a certain realization, the five senses within the reach of the boy's eyes began to decrease. After all, it was the executioner who hit Area B, and after a brief period of vertigo, he looked up and took a potion to recover his physical strength, and once again wielded the transparent rope to find his target in the smoke.

Obviously, in that team fight, the priest had almost the entire game on her back to activate this ability.

Qiu Xuan's face distorted for a moment, and he calmed down to see his next countermeasure.

And in the trance where everyone's figure began to distort and blur through several layers of smoke, one of the thin figures seemed to release a thicker pink color in one breath and rushed out.

"I throw in the towel." The priest said.

Qiu Xuan understood what he meant, and didn't spend any more time to walk from the entrance gate, took the so-called immunity blessing that the priest's finger pointed on his forehead, which sounded slightly disgusting, and jumped off the stands several meters high and rushed into the pink mist with his wrist on the mast, leaving a sentence before leaving, "You'd better think about it and make up a reason that can convince me."

Although he seemed to be playing more easily than anyone present, as if he had not made much effort, the priest, who was indeed overdrawn at the moment, leaned on the railing, smiled, and began to carry out the daily prayer session with the canon in his hand as if he were not taking it seriously.

The priest's main effective ability is his range of smoke, and at this time he is doing everything he can to gain Qiu Xuan a chance.

Qiu Xuan swooped into the center of the smoke in a few strides, and swooped over from the position he had found at the beginning in the stands. Now, while the executioner boy has not completely gotten rid of the side effects of the smoke, she simply came up with the most outspoken killing move, and did not give any chance in the first place to end this scene as soon as possible.

Qiu Xuan paused, felt the cold hairs on his arms and stood up silently. At that moment, she resolutely relied on her body instinct to somersault, and the rope that was originally aimed at her neck was wrapped around one of her feet.

Immediately, she lowered her waist and took out the knife in her hand to cut off the invisible and transparent knot, but found that the rope seemed to be invisible with the invisible special system, if it weren't for the touch of the feet that were still obviously bound, I really thought it was empty.

The knife that cut the gold and jade was not enough to cut the transparent rope, and Qiu Xuan simply didn't waste any more time, letting the knot lock around his legs, and his eyes locked on the young man's attack again.

The young man waved the invisible rope to the side, but in the end, he inhaled too much pink smoke at first, and he was not familiar with Qiu Xuan's weapon, so he thought it was an ordinary short knife. But he didn't expect that in the direction of his body shift, he ushered in another short knife that he had never seen before, which was no different from the main knife except for a short one.

That's a real twin knives.