I draw a card first
Chapter 176 Navy Form 7
Chapter 176
And the other party obviously also found a strange visitor with obvious malicious intentions.
The four eyes met, and the wind gradually rolled up between the buildings brought plastic bags flying all over the sky, a chill, gradually rising in the small alley...
To be honest, Ivan was very surprised at this moment.
Because the man in front of him was about forty years old and was still considered to be at the peak of a martial artist, his brown skin clearly told him that this was actually an Indian!
"No wonder!"
A flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and Ivan suddenly understood why this guy abandoned the wealth and glory that the third runner-up should have enjoyed after the King of Fighters Championship, and ran to this humble place to play and live in seclusion in frustration.
Probably because he was really desperate for his country.
For the Indian ethnic group with a black history in the United States, their existence itself is a taboo. Every appearance in front of the world is to expose the ugly scar behind the "democracy and freedom".
Therefore, during the competition that year, the most ruthless manipulator behind the scenes was definitely the US government.
And he himself is an undisputed part of America.
Perhaps it was such a desperate experience that sapped the fighting spirit of this once powerful Indian warrior, so he ran to such a place to live a life of eating and dying.
Anyway, the bonus for the third place is enough for him to spend his life comfortably.
While Ivan was brainstorming, the other party was obviously looking at him too.
"Friend, who are you looking for?"
Squinting his eyes, Mark asked in English with a slight dialect accent, while slowly getting up from the wicker chair.
The martial artist who was frantically warning made him feel the danger intuitively, but he didn't understand why someone would come to him at all.
He is not blind.
The blinding limited edition Rolls-Royce and seven or eight female bodyguards at the entrance of the alley are enough to show that this man of yellow race is definitely not a thug sent by the US government to settle the accounts of the year, and their poor funds can't make such a formation come out.
So it's for your own strength?
"Mr. Mark, my name is Duan Shui Liu, and I am a martial arts enthusiast. I heard that Mr. was once a powerful fighter in the King of Fighters Tournament, so I came here to ask for advice."
Ai Wen's answer was quite satisfactory, but his actions were not so polite. After walking a few steps, before the other party frowned and wanted to say no, he swept over with a leg whip!
It can be seen from this, who did the sneak attack before Wu learn from?
Easily dodging the attack that was obviously just a declaration, Mark's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Judging from the wind pressure that howled past just now, this guy named Duan Shui Liu is definitely a second-rate martial arts expert. If he doesn't deal with it seriously, he may really lose!
So he let out a low growl, and bounced in the air, avoiding Ivan's next kick, and took the opportunity to remove an ancient stone battle ax made of a sharp obsidian tied with hemp rope from the wall next to him.
This is a sacrificial weapon enshrined by the tribe he used to belong to for generations, and it is also a murder weapon that has been fighting with him for many years.
The tribe has long been a thing of the past, and only this thing depends on him. At this moment, he picks up his old buddy again, and Mark suddenly ignites a fierce spirit that he thought had been extinguished for many years!
"Wow!"
With a roar, the Indian warrior who was forced by Aiwen to retreat to the center of the room held the tomahawk in both hands, and a faint yellow flame suddenly rose from his body.
In an instant, under the blessing of this force, his speed and strength were almost doubled.
The seemingly thin but powerful legs suddenly exerted force, and with the groaning of his own floor, his body instantly changed from stillness to movement, like an afterimage, and rushed towards Aiwen!
"Haha, that's what it looks like!"
Smiling like a big villain, but the current identity is indeed a villain, Aiwen threw off the dark blue sportswear jacket that was in the way, and a light blue illusory shimmer surged all over his body!
"Navy Seven"
As a genius who can practice ordinary karate to ten levels of "Dragon Elephant Skill", that is, the visual sense, there is no doubt about the aptitude of Duan Shui Liu.
Coupled with Ai Wenwen's high-level perspective and the huge amount of precious medicinal materials purchased with a lot of money, he managed to cultivate this top-level exercise that few even the British Navy itself can master to the third level in just over ten days
--once a Thief!
Ambitious, fearless to defeat the enemy, across the world, long live my emperor!
This is the level division of the exercises themselves, there are four levels in total, and the last point directly to the first-class state.
Although someone is extremely suspicious that the guy who edited this cheat book was a master of flattery, but this obviously does not delay the power of the exercise itself.
As the unique Qi of "Seven Styles of the Navy" was stimulated, there was a faint sound of surging waves on Ai Wen's body.
The turbulent power gushed out from his body in an endless stream, like endless layers of giant waves with astonishing power!
Finally, this force gathered on the clenched fists, and amid Aiwen's roar, it turned into a dark blue energy shock!
"Adugan!"
Huge energy bombs whizzed out, and at this moment Mark also let out a low growl, flashing the tomahawk in his hand, and instantly separated the shadow of the ax all over the sky!
Uncountable afterimages of axes crazily collided with the energy bombs, terrifying forces collided continuously, and then annihilated each other.
After all, Aiwen's "Navy Seven Styles" was better than the impact of layers of waves. After shrinking by almost half, he successfully broke through the hard obstacle of the axe, and slammed into the obsidian axe used as a shield by the opponent, and exploded. Out of the dark blue light all over the sky!
Mark, who was being pressed down, went all the way backward like a cannonball in an instant, and his feet supported on the ground almost completely overturned the entire floor in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the desk next to the wall exploded into pieces of wood flying all over the sky under his ruthless impact and squeeze, and finally, he knocked the entire opposite wall into a terrible crack!
It was like a sudden earthquake, all the things that could fall and break in the whole room were declared GG at this moment, the scene can be described as a mess.
Seeing that his home was smashed like this, Mark was really angry.
Pulling out the faint bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth, he "pulls" himself out of the wall without saying a word, instead jumps up suddenly with the battle ax in his hand, then roars, and suddenly slashes out a beam of energy that is as tall as a person but as thin as a strand of hair sharp blade!
In response to this, Ivan's response was to step back, then suddenly raised his hand, and poked forward!
Millennium kill!Ah bah, it's - the finger of the gun!
The fingertips condensed with energy were like a sharp cone. After the two sides collided suddenly, the energy blade shattered like glass, but Mark's goal was also achieved.
He is well aware of his disadvantages.
As a second-rate martial artist, although he can use energy moves, he can't last long, which is basically equal to the battery life of a pistol. (The unlimited bullets in a drama do not count!)
The energy cultivated by the enemy is obviously far superior to his own in terms of condensing, and he is definitely a practitioner of top-level exercises. In this case, if he plays an energy confrontation, he will definitely suffer a lot.
So after the first failed confrontation, he had only one goal, and that was close combat!
Use your rich melee experience to defeat the enemy!
Then he sprinted down the street gorgeously.
(End of this chapter)
And the other party obviously also found a strange visitor with obvious malicious intentions.
The four eyes met, and the wind gradually rolled up between the buildings brought plastic bags flying all over the sky, a chill, gradually rising in the small alley...
To be honest, Ivan was very surprised at this moment.
Because the man in front of him was about forty years old and was still considered to be at the peak of a martial artist, his brown skin clearly told him that this was actually an Indian!
"No wonder!"
A flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and Ivan suddenly understood why this guy abandoned the wealth and glory that the third runner-up should have enjoyed after the King of Fighters Championship, and ran to this humble place to play and live in seclusion in frustration.
Probably because he was really desperate for his country.
For the Indian ethnic group with a black history in the United States, their existence itself is a taboo. Every appearance in front of the world is to expose the ugly scar behind the "democracy and freedom".
Therefore, during the competition that year, the most ruthless manipulator behind the scenes was definitely the US government.
And he himself is an undisputed part of America.
Perhaps it was such a desperate experience that sapped the fighting spirit of this once powerful Indian warrior, so he ran to such a place to live a life of eating and dying.
Anyway, the bonus for the third place is enough for him to spend his life comfortably.
While Ivan was brainstorming, the other party was obviously looking at him too.
"Friend, who are you looking for?"
Squinting his eyes, Mark asked in English with a slight dialect accent, while slowly getting up from the wicker chair.
The martial artist who was frantically warning made him feel the danger intuitively, but he didn't understand why someone would come to him at all.
He is not blind.
The blinding limited edition Rolls-Royce and seven or eight female bodyguards at the entrance of the alley are enough to show that this man of yellow race is definitely not a thug sent by the US government to settle the accounts of the year, and their poor funds can't make such a formation come out.
So it's for your own strength?
"Mr. Mark, my name is Duan Shui Liu, and I am a martial arts enthusiast. I heard that Mr. was once a powerful fighter in the King of Fighters Tournament, so I came here to ask for advice."
Ai Wen's answer was quite satisfactory, but his actions were not so polite. After walking a few steps, before the other party frowned and wanted to say no, he swept over with a leg whip!
It can be seen from this, who did the sneak attack before Wu learn from?
Easily dodging the attack that was obviously just a declaration, Mark's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Judging from the wind pressure that howled past just now, this guy named Duan Shui Liu is definitely a second-rate martial arts expert. If he doesn't deal with it seriously, he may really lose!
So he let out a low growl, and bounced in the air, avoiding Ivan's next kick, and took the opportunity to remove an ancient stone battle ax made of a sharp obsidian tied with hemp rope from the wall next to him.
This is a sacrificial weapon enshrined by the tribe he used to belong to for generations, and it is also a murder weapon that has been fighting with him for many years.
The tribe has long been a thing of the past, and only this thing depends on him. At this moment, he picks up his old buddy again, and Mark suddenly ignites a fierce spirit that he thought had been extinguished for many years!
"Wow!"
With a roar, the Indian warrior who was forced by Aiwen to retreat to the center of the room held the tomahawk in both hands, and a faint yellow flame suddenly rose from his body.
In an instant, under the blessing of this force, his speed and strength were almost doubled.
The seemingly thin but powerful legs suddenly exerted force, and with the groaning of his own floor, his body instantly changed from stillness to movement, like an afterimage, and rushed towards Aiwen!
"Haha, that's what it looks like!"
Smiling like a big villain, but the current identity is indeed a villain, Aiwen threw off the dark blue sportswear jacket that was in the way, and a light blue illusory shimmer surged all over his body!
"Navy Seven"
As a genius who can practice ordinary karate to ten levels of "Dragon Elephant Skill", that is, the visual sense, there is no doubt about the aptitude of Duan Shui Liu.
Coupled with Ai Wenwen's high-level perspective and the huge amount of precious medicinal materials purchased with a lot of money, he managed to cultivate this top-level exercise that few even the British Navy itself can master to the third level in just over ten days
--once a Thief!
Ambitious, fearless to defeat the enemy, across the world, long live my emperor!
This is the level division of the exercises themselves, there are four levels in total, and the last point directly to the first-class state.
Although someone is extremely suspicious that the guy who edited this cheat book was a master of flattery, but this obviously does not delay the power of the exercise itself.
As the unique Qi of "Seven Styles of the Navy" was stimulated, there was a faint sound of surging waves on Ai Wen's body.
The turbulent power gushed out from his body in an endless stream, like endless layers of giant waves with astonishing power!
Finally, this force gathered on the clenched fists, and amid Aiwen's roar, it turned into a dark blue energy shock!
"Adugan!"
Huge energy bombs whizzed out, and at this moment Mark also let out a low growl, flashing the tomahawk in his hand, and instantly separated the shadow of the ax all over the sky!
Uncountable afterimages of axes crazily collided with the energy bombs, terrifying forces collided continuously, and then annihilated each other.
After all, Aiwen's "Navy Seven Styles" was better than the impact of layers of waves. After shrinking by almost half, he successfully broke through the hard obstacle of the axe, and slammed into the obsidian axe used as a shield by the opponent, and exploded. Out of the dark blue light all over the sky!
Mark, who was being pressed down, went all the way backward like a cannonball in an instant, and his feet supported on the ground almost completely overturned the entire floor in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the desk next to the wall exploded into pieces of wood flying all over the sky under his ruthless impact and squeeze, and finally, he knocked the entire opposite wall into a terrible crack!
It was like a sudden earthquake, all the things that could fall and break in the whole room were declared GG at this moment, the scene can be described as a mess.
Seeing that his home was smashed like this, Mark was really angry.
Pulling out the faint bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth, he "pulls" himself out of the wall without saying a word, instead jumps up suddenly with the battle ax in his hand, then roars, and suddenly slashes out a beam of energy that is as tall as a person but as thin as a strand of hair sharp blade!
In response to this, Ivan's response was to step back, then suddenly raised his hand, and poked forward!
Millennium kill!Ah bah, it's - the finger of the gun!
The fingertips condensed with energy were like a sharp cone. After the two sides collided suddenly, the energy blade shattered like glass, but Mark's goal was also achieved.
He is well aware of his disadvantages.
As a second-rate martial artist, although he can use energy moves, he can't last long, which is basically equal to the battery life of a pistol. (The unlimited bullets in a drama do not count!)
The energy cultivated by the enemy is obviously far superior to his own in terms of condensing, and he is definitely a practitioner of top-level exercises. In this case, if he plays an energy confrontation, he will definitely suffer a lot.
So after the first failed confrontation, he had only one goal, and that was close combat!
Use your rich melee experience to defeat the enemy!
Then he sprinted down the street gorgeously.
(End of this chapter)
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