"I'll see how good I really are. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Zhao Jiayan said to himself, "Only by understanding what your weaknesses are in real combat can you make real progress." ”

A belligerent factor in Zhao Jiayan's body jumped out and occupied his whole body.

Throwing away the head of the zombie in his hand, Zhao Jiayan posed and said to the other party excitedly, "Lieutenant, please advise." ”

The lieutenant's face was expressionless, red pupils appeared in his eyes, and his head was slightly sideways, covering Zhao Jiayan's whole body with the afterglow of the corners of his eyes.

Both of them are with their right hands and right feet in front, and their front feet are approaching each other in broken steps.

The lieutenant moves in a very balanced manner and has extremely easy control over his body.

Zhao Jiayan worked hard to learn the lieutenant's method of movement, controlling his body to maintain this extremely advanced way of moving, so that he could react at any time.

"Thorn."

With a violent grinding of his boots against the ground, the lieutenant suddenly kicked his front foot out.

The wind screamed, and it kicked at Zhao Jiayan's stomach.

The momentum is strong and the speed is not slow, as long as the middle foot will inevitably break the intestines.

Zhao Jiayan was startled by this terrifying leg, and hurriedly got out of the way.

This frightened reaction slowed down Zhao Jiayan's reaction speed. Let his body be in a state of disarray.

The lieutenant took advantage of the opportunity and attacked one kick after another.

Zhao Jiayan just gave up a kick sideways, and had to quickly retreat to avoid the ensuing sweep.

The military boots swept in front of his stomach, and Zhao Jiayan's stomach was faintly cold.

Obediently, if you get kicked, you will definitely have a bad stomach.

Keep dodging, don't think about blocking or anything. The lieutenant was like a heavy tank wielding four barrels, and his little arms and legs might break off at the slightest touch.

Suddenly, Zhao Jiayan became a rat and was forced to run around by the lieutenant. Not to mention counterattacking, it is difficult to make even a symbolic defense.

For the first time in his life, Zhao Jiayan was so embarrassed.

Zhao Jiayan had a depressed expression on his face, his eyes were full of anti-slip lines at the bottom of his military boots, and his ears were whirring and terrifying leg wind.

But he has a Tai Chi heart, and the constant heartbeat allows him to calm down quickly.

His eyes straightened, and his movements became steady.

It's normal to be depressed, and Zhao Jiayan accepted this situation of being passively beaten.

Skills are not as good as people, when there is such a boredom.

But he never gave up the idea of trying to defeat the other party, Zhao Jiayan always believed that there was no one in this world who he couldn't defeat.

His eyes were like those of a lieutenant that shrouded his opponent's figure with the corner of his eye, observing, summarizing, and judging in the awkward evasion.

The other party's speed is not fast, but why is he so embarrassed to avoid it? His speed is faster than him, why can't he get rid of the other party's attack?

The brain is whirring like a windmill, trying to figure out how to break this game.

On the tenth floor, in the pitch-black room, the light of the tablet was reflected on a pale and bloodless hand.

The hand trembled and tried to fall, but the figure kept rolling and tossing and turning, and the hand could not be pressed against the figure.

"Ugh."

A black and red blood sprayed on the tablet, and the owner of this hand snorted, and the increasingly pale hand gently wiped away the blood.

"Giggles, time is running out! Zhao Jiayan, your time is running out! ”

A seductive and hoarse laugh sounded eerily in the dark room.

"You ......" the eldest sister's exclamation sounded.

A continuous whipping sounded, mixed with a muffled grunt of pain.

Liu Yan'er's body was cool this and that, and her smooth and tender skin aroused goosebumps.

"Brother Yan, are you being beaten up with a stick?" She thought wildly in fear.

Although Zhao Jiayan was not beaten with a stick, his current appearance is not much better than being beaten with a stick.

The hair that is not long is tangled into clumps, and the face is gray and dirty.

The black blood of the zombies on his body had long since dried up and was blown off by the leg wind, revealing a black military uniform full of folds and unpleasant colors.

One of the straps on the boots was opened, half-dragged to the ground, and when it was covered with dust, it became a round stick.

This time, he was indeed miserably abused, and he had never been so miserable.

If his image is known to fans of Xin'anseong, I don't know how many people will cry bitterly.

The only bright spot on him was his bright eyes.

His eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the corners of his mouth were getting bigger and bigger.

Zhao Jiayan found that the lieutenant's attack was as smooth as flowing water, squeezing towards him like mercury.

All of this is very rhythmic.

And the lieutenant's rhythm of attack alludes to the frustration he felt when he painted the dry lines.

Fast or slow, long-range or close-range, the combination is just like how he feels when he paints dry lines.

Zhao Jiayan has been painting for six years, and that rhythm has penetrated into his bones.

"Haha."

Zhao Jiayan suddenly burst out laughing, and all of a sudden, the complex and changeable fighting became simple and direct in his eyes.

The lieutenant's punch and kick had a clear rhythm, and he could even guess that after a straight punch, his dodge would be greeted with a vicious side kick.

And in the face of the oncoming side kick, he lightly tilted his head and slapped his left hand outward.

The boots brushed his face, scratching a scar.

Zhao Jiayan's left hand grabbed the ankle that was about to be retracted, and took it down a little hard.

The military boots were withdrawn, but because of his area, the speed of retraction was a little slow.

Zhao Jiayan kicked him forward in the abdomen at the same time, and the lieutenant had to dodge for the first time. Get out of the way of this attack and kick again.

"Haha."

Zhao Jiayan smiled even more happily, he finally found the right way to defend.

In the face of a strong enemy, it is not a pure dodge, but to disrupt the rhythm of the opponent's attack.

This time he was able to kick out in the middle of the attack, because his grip disrupted the rhythm of the lieutenant's attack.

It was only when this laugh came out that he was forced back into his mouth.

The lieutenant came out again, Zhao Jiayan knew where the leg came from and was going there, but he couldn't hide it.

Without him, the lieutenant was still at that pace, but Zhao Jiayan's dodge movements couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

The figure that was originally flashed back helplessly moved sideways in the direction of the coming leg, bent his arms to protect his head, and took a hard kick.

"Plop."

Zhao Jiayan was kicked out and flew out, and a mouthful of blood was sprinkled all the way in an arc.

Left arm fractured, numbness. Head concussion, dizzy eyes.

Rolling twice on the ground, Zhao Jiayan was a little more sober.

The soles of the lieutenant's boots appeared in his eyes again, and Zhao Jiayan had to hurriedly roll on a lazy donkey and escape in embarrassment along the ground.

In a panic, Zhao Jiayan rolled over aiming at a pillar.

People circled around the pillar in exchange for a respite.

With a pillar in the middle, many of the lieutenant's attack moves will not be useful.

Although the concrete pillars swept by its feet were splashed with rubble, the threat to Zhao Jiayan was less than thirty percent.

Zhao Jiayan's dodge was also a little easier because of the existence of the pillar.

After these two pulls, Zhao Jiayan finally had time to take a breath, calm his beating heart, and heal the wound on his lower arm by the way.

When the breathing was even, Zhao Jiayan summarized why this happened just now.

There is only one reason, his body can't keep up with his thoughts.

Although he thought of a way to dodge, his body couldn't keep up.

The solution?

Zhao Jiayan thought of one, since he was familiar with the rhythm of the other party and had a vague conjecture about the lieutenant's next few attacks, then let his body prepare for continuous movements first.

In this way, it should be possible to reduce the body's preparation time and indirectly increase the speed of movement.

But this is just an idea, it's hard to say whether it will succeed or not, maybe you will accidentally throw your life here.

He chuckled, this hiding had made him extremely depressed, and it had developed to the point that he had to rely on a pillar to hide made him feel even more aggrieved.

Sulking, that's not his character.

As soon as Zhao Jiayan's head was hot, this person jumped out from behind the pillar.

Just as the lieutenant kicked out, he was swinging his head.

Its rhythm is just right, and it is when Zhao Jiayan is unavoidable.

"Who said Lao Tzu was going to avoid it?"