Zhao Qian looked at his opponent coldly, this guy who is now like a mad tiger, Qian Feng.

The fist also smashed out the moment the two of them briefly met each other.

"Bang!"

In addition to the dullness of fists to the flesh, it should be more of a siren not far from the building.

It's messy. He listened to the background music in his ears, and from time to time the sound of an ambulance was mixed in. And the fat man who was still eating crisp noodles in the alley just now disappeared at this time.

"You think you can kill me."

The man in front of him raised his eyebrows and asked his defeated subordinate last night, but the only thing that responded to him was his silent hard fist.

He looked at Qian Feng, his expression was so harmless.

But in the next second, it was full of murderous spirit.

With an alarming voice, he took half a step back, but he still couldn't stop the clothes on his body from adding more openings. This is called agile suppression.

Homicide, hand blade.

Although he added all the 3 attribute points of freedom to the strength value, Qian Feng's agility value was still higher than him.

Moreover, his enemies were far more experienced than he thought.

For example, this death match now.

Zhao Qian can be very sure that his strength value must be one or two points higher than the guy in front of him, but he still can't keep up with the rhythm of others. This urban tiger can still rely on his own hand speed and combat experience to suppress him.

Miserable.

He watched with wide eyes, most of the fights between the two were led astray in the moves.

"Bang!"

Another punch was picked up by his foe, and he already had some of an idea of how many punches he had made.

I knew this was the case, and I should have thought about it seriously after making those phone calls. Now, there are only two choices left, life, or death.

The fist is condensed.

He watched the punch coming at him, he was faster than himself, but so what?

As if by the ghost, he thought of what he had learned in the station training ground, and stepped forward. Basic footwork and basic melee allowed him to see the weakest point of that punch at a glance.

A punch from a tiger down a mountain.

He stood there, letting the violent punch smash into his chest. But in the moment after hitting the real thing, he twisted his body, so that part of the force of the punch was scattered to his left arm. He can't even turn his fist into a knife.

It seems simple, but if one action or one timing is not grasped right, his arm can basically be useless.

The right fist that had been blocked just now went out again, and it was still in mid-air, but it was forcefully pulled out by its owner.

Similar to Cun Jin, but Zhao Qian knew that it was definitely not.

Because what kept in mind when he threw this punch was that it was a foil stabbing move.

Yes, he used his fist as a sword and stabbed it.

"Crackling!"

Someone who threw the punch listened, and some of the joints of his right hand came from a somewhat disorganized bone transmission. His eyes looked at his opponent, and without blinking, he saw the horror in his eyes.

Now it's too late to defend.

The fist is like an antelope hanging on its horns, and Qian Feng's subconsciously blocked left arm is also like a mantis arm as a car.

"Bang!"

He could feel that his left hand was broken.

Zhao Qian listened to the voice coming from his right arm. The punch that stabbed out hit the opponent's chest like a sword, and his ribs shattered, not counting the internal organs of this guy's place.

"This is? Strong? The wounded man asked, his tone visibly weakening and his breathing getting heavier.

That punch hurt him very badly.

"I don't know."

He looked at the man with his head down and clutching his chest, and in response to him was the blood he had inexplicably spat out, mixed with some scarlet flesh in between.

The smell of blood permeated the somewhat remote alley.

He looked at Qian Feng, who had no resistance, and punched him in the back of the head. With the left hand.

yes, for his right hand was utterly ineffective.

Dislocate. This is the first reaction of someone who has been through this for a long time.

It seems that the blow just now was not without a price. The car easily rummaged over the corpse's body and took away the ten red Taizu in this guy's trouser pocket.

Nothing else.

Yes, nothing of value, even those few pieces of money paper were stained with some blackened blood.

Zhao Qian glanced at the corpse under his feet again, and he walked out of the alley without looking back.

This guy seems to have been prepared. As he thought, either of them would die in the good interest of those of them. Those who take advantage of them.

Walking past the next intersection, he stood where he was, lit a cigarette for himself, and a wandering singer was singing Li Zongsheng's "The Hills" not far away.

"Chatter, sorrow from time to time."

Wang Ming, old man, or someone else?

As if thinking of something, he spat out a smoke ring.

He lowered his head and threw the 100 yuan he had just received from Qian Feng into the old guitar case on the ground, in exchange for a nod of gratitude from the other party. There were many passers-by who stopped to listen next to him, and more pedestrians who hurried by.

After taking a few more steps, he reached out for a taxi, and his cell phone rang at this time.

"Hey."

"The store is almost busy, and there were 150 takeaway orders this morning alone. Yesterday I called you and turned off your phone, and today you are on the phone, are you still doing it? ”

There were several familiar growls of middle-aged women on the other end of the phone.

"Got it, hostess."

"Hurry up and help, or your salary will be deducted." Hearing that he was fine, the tone on the other end of the phone gradually calmed down.

"Yes." Zhao Qian smiled, the other party's hidden concern still warmed his heart.

The ticket on the wrist also sounded at this time.

"Detected, Traveler 1074 comprehends a new skill in the real world, and rewards 50 travel points."

"Special Skill Lv1 (Realistic Active Skill): Increases the damage of the unit that casts this skill by 50% in the next hit, and after that, if the strength of the unit casting the skill falls below 15 points, there is a possibility that the cast part of the unit will be disoriented, dislocated, or even the possibility of the arm being broken and the function of the part of the arm is missing."

PS: I may not be able to reply in the book review area these days, please don't be surprised, because I was banned inexplicably, obviously I am a moderator. Also, there have been some card texts recently, so I wrote and deleted them, deleted them and wrote them, and you can tell me if there are any shortcomings. Thank you.