Chapter 145: Am I Stupid or Are You Stupid? 【3rd Update】
Hearing his words, the fat middle-aged man's face changed slightly, he originally wanted the others to snatch all the food distributed today, not to let Du Dian eat, and then let the others take turns to consume Du Dian's spirit at night, not to let him sleep, and when Du Dian ran out of energy, he could easily abolish him without much effort, and let him play with it, but he didn't expect these two jailers to make trouble. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
There was a ruthless look in his eyes, although he was annoyed that the two jailers were nosy, but he was not afraid, let alone a scarred child, even if it was a sturdy wolf, he dared to pounce on it and bite a few bites.
"Let's get started." The jailer who knew Du Dian smiled and said, "If you can't tell the winner, both of you should go eat dirt." ”
The obese middle-aged man took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the straw mat, although there was a faint pain in the bite on his foot, but when he really faced the battle, he was able to restrain and endure, and walked steadily towards Du Dian step by step.
Du Dian leaned on the iron cage, the faint pain all over his body made him frown, looking at the fat middle-aged man slowly approaching, he suddenly raised his head and said to the jailer behind him: "Can I admit defeat?" ”
The jailer smiled and said, "Little guy, you'd better not spoil me, everyone will look at it, don't worry, this fat pig won't dare to kill you, only we can execute you scum!" ”
The fat middle-aged man kneaded his fists and said with a cruel smile: "Boy, the object you should beg for mercy is Lao Tzu, call 'Ancestor', Lao Tzu will punch you less!" ”
Dudian retracted his gaze, sighed, and muttered, "It's a pity that I don't want such a stupid offspring as you. ”
"You're looking for death!" The fat middle-aged man's face twitched, and his eyes were full of anger and murderous intent, but he was not provoked by this. Wandering in this prison, he knew what the characters of the people who could get in were, so he immediately took a deep breath, aimed at Dudian's shoulder injury, his eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly raised his foot and swept out.
Sou!
The wind is howling and the sound is very strong.
Du Dian stared at him coldly, like a tiger bowed to the ground, looking at this kick sweeping, his arm raised slightly.
Seeing him raise his arm, the fat middle-aged man's kick suddenly retracted, it was a feint!
Dudian's arm also fell.
The fat middle-aged man secretly sneered in his heart, fight with me? He lifted his foot again, and it was another powerful one.
Dudian saw him raise his foot, and his arm was slightly raised.
The obese middle-aged man retracted his feet again, another feint.
He took a few steps, changed angles, and continued to kick with his feet up, again this time with a feint.
Such seven or eight consecutive kicks are all feints, as the saying goes, there are no more than three things, and under the many consecutive feints, anyone will not be sure whether the opponent's next attack will be a real attack. The advantage of feints is that they can deceive the opponent's preoccupied defense every time, which is very physically and energetic, as well as patience.
A person is defenseless and unprepared, and the damage received in the two situations is almost completely different.
"Fat pig, you can't do it!"
"I'm so timid, I'm really fat and weak!"
The people in the other cells next to him coaxed, and although the words were full of mockery, everyone secretly scolded this fat pig for being cunning and dealing with a wounded imp, and using such indiscriminate tricks.
However, thinking of the words of the previous jailer, everyone did not dare to despise Dudian, and let a jailer lie down on the first day he came in, such a character did not need to be thought about to know that it was extremely difficult.
The fat middle-aged man was not affected by others at all, and did not decide to really attack because of the ridicule of others, but his face showed a very annoyed look, which almost made the other onlookers in the cell think that he really couldn't stand the excitement and took action, however, when they saw that it was another feint, everyone suddenly lost their temper, and even the ridicule felt boring.
It was another seven or eight consecutive feints with his feet raised.
Du Dian defended every time, and his wheezing became heavier and heavier, perhaps because he was too tired, and sometimes he didn't bother to defend when he saw a fat middle-aged man kicking.
In vain, the obese middle-aged man swept out of his legs in almost the same posture as before.
The moment he kicked out, the fat middle-aged man's small eyes revealed murderous intent.
Everyone thought that this kick was another feint, and it would be withdrawn halfway through. However, this time it didn't, but kicked directly to Dudian's shoulder, which made everyone's hearts sink.
Du Dian, who had been gasping slightly, suddenly stopped wheezing at this moment, and his arm, which was almost powerless to raise before, suddenly lifted it this time, as fast as lightning, and grabbed the fat middle-aged man's foot like an eagle's claw, and pulled it out of the cell behind!
At this time, everyone suddenly noticed that Du Dian's arm reached out through the iron pillar of the cage at some point!
And this pull directly pulled the fat middle-aged man's feet out of the middle of the steel column, and the latter suddenly made a big split, and his body was unbalanced and fell to the ground.
The movement of his arm pulled the steel nail at the shoulder blade, and the pain made Dudian clench his teeth, and he suddenly burst out of his sitting position, grabbed his hair with his left hand as the other man fell, and threw him to the ground.
Originally, under the penetration of the steel nails at the shoulder blades, his arms were not only in severe pain, but also could not exert his strength, however, after the previous slow induction, Du Dian found that his left hand was still able to exert strength, and he had repelled several other people before, relying on the strength of his left hand!
The left hand was eroded by the cold crystal, and there was no sensation, although the internal muscles still pulled the steel nail at the shoulder blade when moving, but it was able to exert the same power as before, but the greater the force of the explosion, the greater the movement of the steel nail pulled, and the greater the pain.
However, he knew that this was the hope he had to grasp, and the strong desire to survive made him almost blow up the pain and burst out with all his strength.
Bang, the fat middle-aged man's forehead slammed on the ground, especially a split posture, which made him almost faint in pain, and the pain in his waist, spine and crotch made him want to scream, although he had done a lot of bad things, it did not mean that he suffered a lot.
Dudian gritted his teeth and grabbed his hair, and before he could grab it with his backhand, his fingers poked out violently!
Two pops, almost at the same time, the index finger and middle finger of his left hand were deeply inserted into the eye socket of the fat middle-aged man, and the two eyeballs were suddenly squeezed out, while Du Di'an's fingers were buckled downward, tightly clasped and swung from side to side.
"Ahh
The obese middle-aged man was almost frantic in pain, raising his arm and beating indiscriminately.
With a bang, a fist slammed into Du Dian's flank, pulling the injuries caused by the previous torture, Du Dian's face turned pale, and when he saw that his eyes were blind, he immediately let go of his fingers, took a few steps back, and sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.
His best chance before was to take the initiative to sneak attack when the opponent feintmed.
When a person feints, it is also the time when his sense of defense is the weakest, however, he did not choose this better time to attack, because he is really unable to take the initiative to attack, the pain all over his body, and the injuries caused by the torture on his feet, will affect the success rate of his sneak attack, so he can only count it. (To be continued.) )