Zhou Zhongmou: Male, the current age is unknown - it is very likely that he is 16 years old, his height is 1.75 meters according to the earth's standard, and because of many years of high-protein and high-fat foods and balanced exercise, he is now very hopeful that he will be able to reach a satisfactory height after development, and of course, with the right muscles.

At present, Zhou Zhongmou has a problem to solve - how to successfully escape from the chaotic tavern, and it is best to be able to get his weapon back, and definitely not to be caught and sent to prison. His first punch knocked down the bastard who stood in the way, and the bastard who fell knocked over a table and came to this tavern basically like to drink a little wine, and the people who drank too much wine in this world are basically bastards, and there is no one who doesn't like to cause trouble. So when the table was knocked over, and the wine on it was spilled on the ground and poured on some people at the table, the battle quickly expanded

Some people stood up and rushed towards Zhou Zhongmou, and some people pulled up the guy who smashed the table and slapped him repeatedly. Before the guy who rushed over was able to hit Zhou Zhongmou, he was first hit by the idler who ate a big backpack that this guy threw out from behind, and the two of them rolled into a pile and smashed more people and more tables, and then the chaos spread as quickly as ink dripping into clear water.

Zhou Zhongmou found that he was very capable of fighting! Correct power skills, excellent blocking skills, quickly weighing which piece of meat on his body to withstand the opponent's blunt blow and then taking the opportunity to give the opponent a ruthless blow, and finally his own excellent physical elements!

Of course, if Zhou Zhongmou wanted to make a wave now, he would definitely not be able to send it, but those striking skills and wrestling skills were used quite quickly, and then he began to scold the pit father while beating -- "Isn't this striking technique painful at all? I thought I could hurt half of other people's blood! This continuous technique can't be used at all! If I want to use it, Lao Tzu's joints will be twisted first! It's not good! Muscle strain! Damn!" Eighty percent of these fighting techniques are basically flowery skills, or in other words, with Zhou Zhongmou's current physical condition, there is no lethality at all -- but if they are really lethal in this way, then wouldn't an ordinary punch be enough to kill the opponent? Moreover, many of these continuous techniques violate the structure of the human body or simply violate mechanics, and if you want to hit them, you will definitely kill yourself first. In the end, all the sleeping skills are useless, and if this bar scuffle scene falls, there is no need to get up

As a result, the most practical thing was the fighting skills of Street Fighter's ordinary fists and iron fists, and it took Zhou Zhongmou's martial arts wisdom about five minutes to integrate these skills - the price was only a small strain of the panda's eyes and some muscles, and as for the bruises on his body, strong muscles were the best armor for men!

At this time, the bar girl had already screamed and hid in the bar, and in the chaos, they were harassed a lot, and their clothes were torn off a lot, and as for those groping pig hands, they didn't know how much they touched - even Zhou Zhongmou took the opportunity to touch them, and he wanted to touch them more, but at this time, a fist came over, and he had to resist it, for this reason, the good man who came over was broken off at least five or six bones all over his body, and Zhou Zhongmou fully practiced what is the anti-joint technique on this goods.

By this time, the security guards at the bar had already joined the brawl, and there were already a few SDF guys waiting outside the door, and they didn't want to come in and join the scuffle, but they smashed each of the guys who were thrown out of the house and threw them on the carriage waiting on the side -- by the way, to lighten the load on their wallets. Zhou Zhongmou is no longer the center of the storm, he is so good at fighting that the opponent who comes up basically lies down in a few rounds, and there is a free circle around him. On the contrary, a few of the fleshy guys fought so vigorously that they attracted the attention of most of the brawlers - but the security guard was not deceived by the illusion, and after throwing a few blind guys out of the door, he went straight at Zhou Zhong to murder him.

Zhou Zhongmou looked at the strong man's mouth as if he was roaring something, and he couldn't understand it at all, but anyway, it was nothing more than something like a rabbit cub. This security guard is obviously not at the same level as the group of wastes fighting here, and Zhou Zhongmou is obviously a professional level in terms of strength and skill when he looks at his embarrassment, surpassing the idlers here. When the security guard brother stood up, he was also a head taller than Zhou Zhongmou, at least he looked like he was more than one meter and nine, the muscles on his body held up his clothes bulgingly, and his neck was thicker than his head, so he looked like a professional thug.

The battle started directly, the fists of the big brother security guard were very heavy, obviously a little stronger than the heavyweight boxing champions on the earth, and the frequency of the movements was also very fast, changed to the earth, that is, the heavyweight boxing champions of the three major boxing organizations in Las Vegas for decades, and basically used KO to solve the opponent. Zhou Zhongmou's body was also rubbed by the big brother's fist, and Zhou Zhongmou immediately came to a conclusion: "Being hit by this fist is no different from being hit by a galloping horse, it is not something that can be solved by breaking two or three bones!"

But his body once again gave her an unexpected surprise - with his arms crossed in front of him, Zhou Zhongmou had to take a strong punch from the opponent due to his combat experience, and he was already ready to break his bones, and he was already optimistic about the way to escape behind with this strength. But he took the blow hard, and the damage was much lighter than he had imagined - although the outside of his arm was still rapidly red and swollen, and the pain was so numb that he couldn't feel it, but the bone was not broken! and he only staggered back half a step before he stood firm!

"There is hope!" Zhou Zhongmou thought, and then he began to make strange moves. Now most of the wastes are lying on the ground, and the venue has been much empty, and there is enough space for Zhou Zhongmou to play the Capora combat skills that are still useful to the eye. This strange fighting technique made the security guard brother stunned for a moment, and he was also taken several times - Zhou Zhongmou stared at one of his legs and kicked hard, striving to make the security guard lose the ability to move in the shortest possible time, so that he could run out of this mess quickly.

He succeeded, and although the opponent's thigh was not visible in his pants, it was obvious that the security guard's movement began to slow down, and he began to try to cover his left leg to support the leg. Then Zhou Zhongmou saw the opportunity, jumped over an overturned table, rushed to the door and grabbed his weapon - it was not his weapon yet, and it was too late anyway, Zhou Zhongmou only had time to grab a sword and roll out of the door.

At that time, something with the sound of wind smashed down on the back of his head, and if you want to say that this body has made meritorious service again, at this moment, you actually have time to react and block it back with the scabbard. Then with this strength, he rolled forward and stood up again, and at the same time, Zhou Zhongmou, who had already shot out the fire, also pulled out his sword. With a sword light rising from the bottom up, a soldier of the Self-Defense Force on the opposite side collapsed with his chest and abdomen clutched.

They didn't expect it at all, they didn't expect that there would be someone who could react and dare to pull out their weapons and commit murder. And after Zhou Zhongmou stood up, he saw the unlucky ghost who was lying in a pool of blood and holding a sandbag about a foot long and the thickness of his wrist, obviously wearing uniform leather armor, and immediately knew what good he had done, so while the opposite side was still stunned, he turned around and ran - the direction was the city gate.