martial arts accelerator

Chapter 31 The Dagger and the Stick
Zhang Yong just walked into the arena in such a grand manner, he didn't bother to find any cover, and let the dozen or so people under the bald head surround him.

Zhang Yong’s doing this is not considered arrogant. He had indeed seen the attributes of this group of people before entering the house. Those people were stronger, but none of them would pose any threat to him, except for the shiny bald head.

Name: Zhen Jiqiang
Age: 33 years old

skill:
Breathing method: mastery

Shadow Mind: A little experience

Swift Footwork: Mastery

Swift Shadow Knife: Handy

Iron head skills: enter the room
Internal strength has been cultivated for 10.3 years

Leaving aside Wang Baquan, this person's strength and his own have their own advantages and disadvantages. Zhang Yong's skill level is higher, and the bald head's internal strength is a level higher.According to Zhang Yong's thinking, it is a good opponent for him to hone his stick skills and improve his combat experience.Even if you really can't beat it, wouldn't there be Wang Baquan's place, it's always a flying dragon sitting on the face, and you can't lose.

Zhang Yong kicked his feet and danced like a stick flower. He carried the stick in his right hand and showed his posture. The long stick vaguely protected his whole body for eight feet.

"You brothers are right here, come up if you are brave enough!"

Everyone was momentarily intimidated by his momentum. Although they were eager to try, no one dared to be the first to do so.

The scarred face behind him was the first to be unable to hold back, walking like a cat, and coming up was a righteous backstab.

Zhang Yong raised his stick with a shake of his wrist, and the long stick drew a long arc in mid-air. With the momentum of twisting his waist and turning around, he passed over the heads of the two "hostages" and swung it heavily behind him.

Scarface couldn't stop his forward movement, so he had to raise his arms to protect his upper body. He was hit hard by the long stick with a whistling sound. With a "pop!", he was thrown away and rolled to the side. The person lost consciousness in mid-air.

Everyone's pupils shrank, it was so strong!
Seeing that the brothers hesitated even more, the second child yelled: "He's alone! I'm afraid he's a bitch! Shoulder to shoulder!"

Everyone exchanged glances, and the three people in front, back, and right showed their daggers and stabbed Zhang Yong together.

The rest of the people were not idle, they changed their footsteps, and stabbed straight out from the gap between the three of them.

A total of six people, three directions, two offensives, almost blocked all Zhang Yong's directions.

unfortunately,

"too slow."

Zhang Yong sighed.

The move was almost invisible, the long stick stabbed straight forward, and what made the opponent even more desperate was that with a flick of the wrist, the shadow of the stick split into three and hit the target almost at the same time, and the three people in front shot back out.

After stabbing out the long stick, Zhang Yong didn't stop for a moment, exerted strength with his right foot, turned around and swept back. After the stick hit the middle, he bounced the long stick with the force of the counter-shock, and chopped down.He lunged and lowered his arms to stop the force of the shock, stepped forward and stabbed straight out. Among the flowing clouds and flowing water, there were six more writhing and howling opponents on the ground.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The sound of bald applause echoed clearly in the warehouse.

"Wonderful, wonderful." The bald man waved his hand, asking the remaining brothers to step back, and walked directly in front of Zhang Yong alone.

"No wonder if you have the courage to come alone, you really have some skills. My brothers are not very capable. If you are so skilled, stay and do things for me. From now on, you will be the second child. You will get half of the profit this time. How about it?"

Whoever is willing to be the second child.This bald head is not provocative, and Zhang Yong doesn't mind chatting with him. As soon as the words came out, Zhang Yong didn't make a fuss, and rushed forward with his stick.

"Hey, people are so impatient these days." The bald head smiled helplessly, a touch of silver slipped from his waist, and he caught it with his left hand, already holding a pair of daggers.

Seeing that the bald head was still pretending to be coercive, whether it was tolerable or unbearable, Zhang Yong smashed Huashan with one move, and smashed the big bald head with his stick.

Kill you pretender.

The bald head didn't panic at all, he turned sideways, and the moment he stepped on his foot, the dagger cut up along the stick.

"Hey, you can't step on it." Zhang Yong couldn't let him get his wish. He clapped his hand and used the long stick to avoid the stepping right foot and hit the left foot supporting the bald head. At the same time, his left hand also hit the opponent's head and elbow hard. go.

The bald head stepped on the air, and at the same time he felt the wind coming from his crotch. He secretly thought that something was wrong. The dagger had no room to attack, so he had to press down the opponent's stick to protect his left leg, and then hit the incoming hand with his forehead in an unusually arrogant manner. elbow.

With a muffled "bang", Zhang Yong felt as if his elbow had hit a steel plate.With the help of the force of the impact, he retreated and adjusted, and at the same time, the long stick swept across to protect the gap around his body.

Two points for one blow, both sides let out a mouthful of foul air at the same time, the fight just now, it can be regarded as the two have figured out each other's bottom line.

At the same time, he made a rough evaluation of the other party in his mind.

Evenly matched.

Then let's see who can give full play to the advantage!

The bald head rushed forward, Zhang Yong naturally couldn't let him get close, the long stick with the sound of howling wind tightly protected the surroundings.

One inch long and one inch strong!

Zhang Yong is like the autumn wind sweeping leaves, using long to strike short, opening and closing in this empty warehouse, almost no mosquitoes can fall in front of him.

But the bald head can always find a gap, relying on his own cultivation to a higher level, breaking in with force and force.

An inch is short and an inch is risky!

The two sides pulled each other ten feet in front of this body, slamming east and west, crossing the sky and driving straight in.

The long stick hit directly, and the opponent's chest was red and swollen.

The dagger was raised obliquely, bringing up blood and flesh flying across it.

When an opportunity arises, he always clings on and leaves a severe wound.

When it is unavoidable, you can always trade the small for the big, and at the same time make the other party pay the price.

Between square inches, you die!
The battle between the two sides left the people around stunned. Even the dozen or so people who had been staring blankly at first came back to their senses when they saw that there seemed to be a real hope of escape.

Chen Jinsong calmed down a little, and if the stalemate continued like this, when his own people came up, the overall situation would be settled.

"Chen Jinsong, come and help." Zhou Pingan called softly.

When Chen Jinsong turned around, he realized that Zhou Ping'an and a dark fisherman were helping each other and untying the rope, so they also joined the self-rescue team.

Zhang Yong's long stick became more and more proficient in the battle, but the bald head became a little anxious. He knew in his heart that Deng Butou, whom the two police officers were talking about, might come to his door at any time.

"Your internal strength is not enough, if you continue to fight, it will be bad for you." The bald head tried to interfere with Zhang Yong's psychological defense with words.

And Zhang Yong was indeed disturbed, he knew in his heart that what the bald man said was true, and if he continued to fight, he would not be able to hold on.

so.
System, order it for the master, it’s special, and you actually say that I don’t have enough internal strength? Adding 540 points of chivalry, leaving 125 points as a backup, Zhang Yong's internal strength cultivation reached five years in an instant.

"Then try this stick. How does it taste?" Following Zhang Yong's words, the originally delicate and delicate long stick turned offensive.

(End of this chapter)