Chapter 17: Spike

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Hurry, facing the fist that was about to reach his body, Xiao Fan asked himself.

When the fist hit his chest, Xiao Fan came up with the answer: fast, not fast.

Faster, faster than before. But Xiao Fan, as Zhao Ming's opponent, can clearly feel that the opponent's speed is a hard injury. This is a fighter with full strength, and the estimated evasion value is not very high, of course, the armor is not known.

After all, after so many rounds, Xiao Fan basically never hit the other party. It's humiliating, but that's the reality. Xiao Fan is not the kind of genius who can instantly perfect any combat skills as soon as he learns them, and he can remember that he is already a good talent.

But not fast, really not fast. It's just that I adapted to the rhythm of the other party, and suddenly accelerated, and I couldn't react at all.

This feeling is as if Yasuo, who is on the opposite line with you, is the same patient. But in the next second, the king leveling is online, the equipment is still the same equipment, and the hero is still the hero. But the Divine Comedy of Changing Fathers had already played, and Yasuo suddenly became happy.

However, Yasuo's happiness often means the depression of the opponent.

At this time, Xiao Fan was very depressed. Hurry? It's really not fast. The movements can be seen clearly, and although the transformation of the body is much lighter, it is only compared to before.

Another punch, Xiao Fan is used to blocking his character, but his movements are half a beat slower.

Then, after sliding more than a meter in the ring, it stopped.

is unshackled, and it seems that the strength of the move is much greater. What's more, the opponent's attack does not always maintain that speed. It's like a novice driving, fast and slow, and the sudden speed change makes people unguardable.

Novice drivers are prone to motion sickness. However, such a change in speed made Xiao Fan want to vomit blood.

It's obviously not fast, but it's always unstoppable, so angry.

Xiao Fan tried to distance himself through his body advantage, and then used guerrilla warfare to find the flaw and leave with one blow.

But the opponent's experience is too old.

When Xiao Fan pulled away, he just stood there, then moved slowly, chose a position that was more favorable to him, and then kept his defensive posture still. just stared at Xiao Fan from afar, not giving him a chance to go around behind him.

For a bulky warrior like Zhao Ming, when he exposed his back to the enemy, it already meant that the game was over.

Looking at Zhao Ming, who had always kept himself in sight, Xiao Fan didn't know how to start.

This man is too cautious.

And Zhao Ming looked at the teenager opposite and had the same thought.

The punch just now, although it avoided the vital point, was ten percent powerful. Thinking back to the touch after the punch just now, Zhao Ming's whole person was not good.

It was as if when I was just training, I punched an iron sand bag sewn from thick cowhide. The power of the blow was like a stone sinking into the sea, but the power of the shock shook his muscles and bones. Obviously, he could open the blow of the monument and break the rock, but the young man on the opposite side was just breathing heavier than at the beginning, and then there was no other discomfort.

Slowly exhaling the turbid breath that had just been pressed on his chest and abdomen after being hit, Xiao Fan forced himself to calm down.

"Stinky boy, haven't you seen the ten directions that the boss gave you?"

"You're fighting, not peek-a-boo!"

Outside the field, Xue Mastiff's voice sounded, making Xiao Fan not know how to pick it up.

Of course, fighting is not hide and seek, no matter how flexible your body is, you can't hit people, that's just bells and whistles. But the question is, what can I do if I go up by myself? The opponent's attack can't be blocked at all, and if he is blindly beaten, it is just a sandbag.

"Forget it, you guys should rest first."

Hearing this, Xiao Fan and Zhao Ming breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Xiaofan, come over to me."

It was still in the posture of clasping his hands in front of his chest, but when Xue Mastiff said this, he had a bit of hatred for iron and steel.

"I asked you to come here to fight, not to let you practice dodging. I really want you to practice dodging, why should the boss bother to go to the old stubborn of the Long family, provide you with a venue and an opponent, and just practice in the gravity room. ”

Listening to Xue Mastiff's count, Xiao Fan was a little frustrated. He had the heart to refute, but as soon as the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back. I can't help it, my performance in the afternoon, the problem is too big.

"Do you know what your problem is?"

Xiao Fan shook his head.

"Then why didn't you do it just now?"

"I couldn't block his attack, I didn't have a chance to shoot at all."

"Huh."

Xue Mastiff chuckled, looking at Xiao Fan's appearance, as if he was looking at a fool: "Why do you want to block his attack and then make a move?" ”

"This ......"

Xiao Fan was asked. Why block the attack and then strike? Before he could think of a reason, Xue Mastiff's next question followed: "Are you fast or is he fast?" ”

"Me."

There is nothing wrong with this. Even if Zhao Ming took off the weight just now, his speed still couldn't keep up with Xiao Fan, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed where he was and waited for Xiao Fan to make a move.

"Are you flexible or is he flexible?"

"Me."

The opponent's attacks from beginning to end are straightforward, and there are few conversions of moves. There were a few misses, but he could only rely on his physical fitness to forcibly stop his body, and did not take advantage of the situation to carry out the next round of attacks. It's not that I don't want to, but I simply can't. Xiao Fan saw this very clearly. You can't ask a lava behemoth to go to R Flashhouse Kick, and you can't ask a barrel to play Flying Thor.

"Can you resist or can he resist?"

This time Xiao Fan was silent.

"Why don't you speak?"

Xiao Fan's head was lowered, and his face was a little red. After a while, a few words came out of his throat: "I didn't hit him." ”

At this moment, Xiao Fan just wanted to count how much grit there was on his face, it was too embarrassing. After so many rounds, Xiao Fan has always been the one who was passively beaten.

Looking at Xiao Fan's appearance, Xue Mastiff sighed: "It's not that I want to force you, it's really not much time for you." ”

Xiao Fan also sighed. There is indeed not much time left for him.

The predecessor practiced hard, and his basic skills were particularly solid, but his actual combat experience was not as much as that of himself who had been a little bully in school for a while. If you want to win the qualification to enter the secret realm, actual combat is the most important part.

"Then tell me, why didn't you hit? Someone who stipulates that you must first block the opponent's attack before you can make a move? ”

Xue Mastiff looked at the young man with his head down, his eyes were full of disdain: "That kid is practicing the stupid kung fu of "Rock Collapse Strength", you punch him and run away after the fight, what can he do with you?" Why do you have to think about parrying his attacks? He can't run away from you, and he can't get back as fast as you. After the fight, he will run, and he can't catch up with you, what are you afraid of. ”

After speaking, Xue Mastiff raised his head and glanced at Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming and the six of them were originally listening to Xue Mastiff's explanation, after all, this was a rare opportunity. But when he heard Xue Mastiff say that "Rock Collapse Strength" was a stupid kung fu competition, Zhao Ming suddenly gritted his teeth, but he was held back by the young man with glasses, so he didn't rush out to find Xue Mastiff's theory.

"What, dissatisfied?"

Xue Mastiff said unfazed, but Zhao Ming, who heard this, shook his head, but the disbelief on his face did not cut.

"That's okay, I won't bully you with the realm. I pressed the realm to the realm of refining the body. Well, just take this kid's speed as the standard, fight with you, if you win, I'll give you a pair of 'tiger bone stasis cream', how about it? ”

"Really?" Zhao Ming's voice couldn't suppress the surprise in his ears. For a martial artist like him who takes a purely fierce route, the Body Refining Realm will always bury some imperceptible dark wounds due to the transition of cultivation, and the Tiger Bone Stasis Cream is an elixir specially developed for this situation. It's just a plaster that can work on a body refining like Zhao Ming, and the price is naturally a series of eye-catching figures.

"And what if I lose?"

"The children are alert. If you lose, you'll keep playing with this kid in the same way you used to. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Ming hesitated.

"Don't worry, I know that state is a big burden on your body. At the end of each day's training, I will give you a pair of stasis cream, the kind made from the vertebrae of fierce beasts. ”

"Okay, done!"

Zhao Ming listened and immediately nodded in agreement. This bet, he will not lose money. Moreover, if you can walk a few rounds on the opponent's hand, it will also be a rare experience for yourself.

"Okay, get ready."

"I can start anytime."

With the temptation of tiger bone cream, where can Zhao Ming take care of rest now. Moreover, for today's training, the martial arts hall provided several of them with spiritual fluid specially used to restore physical strength and replenish energy. Just now, a large bottle of spiritual liquid poured by Zhao Ming had already been digested and absorbed, replenishing the physical strength consumed.

After speaking, it seemed that he was afraid that Xue Mastiff would regret it, Zhao Ming walked directly to the center of the ring in a few steps, and shouted at Xue Mastiff: "Director Xue, I'm ready." ”

"That's okay, Xiaofan, look at it. This time I was bleeding profusely, and I don't know if the boss will reimburse me. ”

But all the healing pills, as long as the quality is high enough, no matter the grade, the price is not cheap. What's more, Xue Mastiff himself is still a moonlight clan.

Different from the dexterity of the civet cat's steps, Xue Mastiff's steps are extremely strange and more changeable. As soon as he rushed a few meters in front of Zhao Ming, Xue Mastiff suddenly dodged, and the person had already come behind Zhao Ming.

When Zhao Ming lost the figure of Xue Mastiff in his sight, he had already secretly said that it was not good. Before he could react otherwise, he turned around and punched a black shadow in his back.

However, the imaginary impact did not happen, Zhao Ming's punch fell into the air, brushing the air, and the strong fist wind even made the dust on the ground float slightly. Before Zhao Ming could adjust his body shape that rushed forward due to inertia, a slender hand touched Zhao Ming's neck.

The hand is white, the skin is delicate, and the nails are neatly trimmed. Zhao Ming could even feel the cold and slippery feeling on the skin that came into contact with his hands. But Zhao Ming didn't dare to move, because this hand was still very strong.

It's just a combination, Zhao Ming, completely defeated.