Guoyun: My system rests with the country

A dark-faced, thin-figured Asian came out from the opposite side of the stream.

A golden amulet hangs on his chest, his bare fists and elbows are wrapped with white bandages, his muscles are well-proportioned, his calf is bare, and his tibia is thick and synaptic.

Lin Dong had no doubt that even a big tree with the mouth of a bowl couldn't stand this man's kick.

This is a Muay Thai master from Siam.

With a backpack in one hand, Chachai faced the six- to seven-meter-wide creek with a run-up and a flying knee, and jumped over with ease.

He was born as a commoner in Siam. He practiced Muay Thai since he was a child. He started to fight in temple fair boxing matches at a young age to earn boxing fees.

Later, when he got older, his fierce character and boxing style stood out in the small business league, and he was picked up by the Siamese underground gang, and joined the bloodier underground black boxing.

In the years of desperate struggles in underground boxing matches, Chachai has experienced too much life and death. The originally heavy topic of life is as easy to wither as a flower in their hands.

In a recent match, Chachai narrowly escaped death, at the cost of breaking two fingers, inserted his severed finger into the opponent's eyes, and narrowly won.

Chachai knew that he was old, if he fought for his life in the underground boxing ring, sooner or later he would lose his life on it.

Therefore, Chachai accepted the invitation of a representative of a certain force of the Tenjin Sect to run for the high priest as their candidate.

If he wins, Chachai will get 5 million cherry blossom coins and own a villa with a mountain view in the scenic Rokko Mountain in Kobe.

Chachai had already gone to see that set of villas, and he was very satisfied, especially at night, when the beautiful night view of Kobe could be seen from the window of the villa.

Anyway, it's all about fighting for your life. This vote is worth checking and guessing.

He went ashore from the east-north position of the island and headed towards the mountain top.

The climate and environment of this island is similar to that of Siam, and it can exert the greatest combat power of Chachai.

He didn't expect that he was so lucky. Not long after he came to the island, he met a contestant.

Seeing the other party's sloppy footsteps and fair face, how could such a young man who looked like a college graduate be the opponent of Siam Blood Fist Chachai.

A smirk appeared on Chachai's face. Although there are not many people in the team of 21, if there is a chance to become 20, why not.

He looked at the other party, the panic on the handsome young man's face was not fake.

Although he held a dagger in his hand, in Chachai's eyes, it was just a toy.

The young man threw the dagger forward, and with a slight shake of Chachai, the dagger fell into the air and fell behind Chachai.

Chachai laughed out loud, this kid is doomed, he gave up his only weapon before making a move, what does this mean, did he completely give up and surrender?

He raised his hands and bent his knees, posing the most classic boxing in Muay Thai and slowly approaching him.

Not being careless because the other party looks like a rookie.

The other party followed Chacha's example, and also made a Muay Thai kick, standing firmly on the ground!
"The opponent's center of gravity is unstable, the support is wrong, the gap between the knee and the elbow is too large, and the whole body is full of loopholes!"

Chachai no longer hesitated, shouted fiercely, and used all his moves.

Boom~!

Strong punch, lower kick,

pop~!
Bonebreaker, Inch Fist, Dance of Lightning

Chachai's two thighs waved like steel whips, and the attack surface was huge.

The opponent's defense is quite satisfactory, only protecting the head, face and vital parts.

There was a smirk at the corner of Chachai's mouth. He liked this kind of sandbag opponent the most. He could sweep away the hollow steel pipe with one leg. How could such protection be able to prevent him? In the end, he would only kick his internal organs.

……

When the Siamese appeared, Lin Dong became alert.

Although the other party was carrying an amulet, the bloody smell on his body was not weaker than that of Bai Ze.

This high priest's election fight is only divided into life and death, regardless of strength, since we have met, let's fight!
Lin Dong threw the dagger towards Chachai, but he didn't use his mind to control it. He just simply shot the dagger at the enemy.

The opponent looked like a muay thai master, fighting with fists and kicks, and the defensive skills Lin Dong had learned from Gray Crane could just be revisited.

As the power of thought increased, Lin Dong concentrated his power of thought on the vital points in front of his body this time, especially between his hands and waist and knees. The thick power of thought was like a thick sponge.

This lean muay thai fighter started to attack like a storm. Lin Dong defended his vitals. It's not that he didn't want to fight back, but he had no chance and no conditions to fight back.

It wasn't until this time that Lin Dong realized that the fist and foot protection taught by Gray Crane was far from enough when fighting for life.

Fortunately, the invisible power of thought dispelled most of the opponent's attacks, making it impossible for the strength of fists and feet to penetrate.

The more Chachai fought, the more frightened he became. Every time his fists and feet came close to him, he felt a resistance.

It seems that the location is not the creek by the mountain, but in the deep sea.

After attacking like this for a few minutes, Chachai paused, and the swung elbow pressure obviously stopped.

At this moment, the young man on the opposite side counterattacked. He took half a step back and hit Chachai with a straight right fist.

This move is unremarkable, even nothing new, and belongs to the movements of boxers who are just getting started.

Chachai's right hand turned into a fist, and his palm was sunken. He wanted to grab the opponent's fist, whether it was a shoulder elbow kick or a right elbow back slash, he could put the opponent to death.

Chachai's palm hit the opponent's fist smoothly, but in the next second, his face changed drastically.

A huge force like a landslide and a tsunami gushed out from the fist, as if the opposite side was not a fist at all, but an excavator rushing head-on!

Boom~!

Chachai was blown away with a punch.

He was about to adjust his center of gravity in mid-air when suddenly his vest felt cold and he felt a sharp pain.

Chachai looked down, and there was a knife point on his chest.

"It's the dagger just now, but...how could it be..."

Chachai closed his eyes unwillingly. He really didn't understand why the dagger that fell outside flew over and pierced his heart.

sigh~!

The dagger detached from Chachai's vest, and automatically jumped into the stream to wash away the blood on it.

Chachai's backpack also automatically flew up into the air and opened, and the food, water and other supplies inside fell like rain.

Lin Dong didn't forget the teaching, he would never get close to check the spoils with his own hands.

If Dickens could have seen all this, he would have been very relieved. As a secret agent, he can build caution into his bones, and this secret agent will live longer anyway.

Now he has two daggers, double the food and water, and freshly roasted meat by the stream.

Lin Dong packed everything up and put on his backpack, ready to continue to set off.

Overhead the plane roared, and then the parachute opened like a flower in the sky.

The mercenary squad that hunts them down has arrived!