martial arts accelerator

Chapter 32 Stick?fist!

The bald head suddenly discovered that the opponent's internal strength was much stronger. The long stick no longer chose to touch and go, avoiding and not fighting, and occasionally he could forcefully attack when it was difficult for him to do his best, so as not to lose the wind.This allows the opponent's exquisite stick technique to have more room to play.

"Damn it, I didn't go all out just now!" The opponent who was originally a little bit weaker now played like a tiger, and the bald head couldn't help cursing in his heart.More importantly, time is not on his side.

After all, the second child had been with the bald head for so many years, and felt the predicament of the boss, so he turned his attention to the hostage.Seeing the three of Chen Jinsong struggling to save themselves, they were startled and called the remaining five brothers to rush forward.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Old Chen!" Seeing the other party rushing up, Zhou Pingan hurriedly urged Chen Jinsong.

"Hurry up! It's almost there!" Chen Jinsong saw that the second child had noticed it, and he no longer concealed his whereabouts, rolling and twisting to tear Zhou Ping'an's rope.

"Ah!" Zhou Ping'an yelled anxiously, and then felt that his hand was loosened, and he was freed.

The little fat man didn't dare to delay for a moment, he picked up the rope in his hand and fought with the opponent.

"If you don't want to die, hurry up and help!" Chen Jinsong knew that the little fat man couldn't handle it, so he quickly called on the remaining thirteen hostages to try to save themselves.

The warehouse was divided into two battlefields for a while.

Zhang Yong and the bald head, you come and go, it's so exciting.

Zhou Ping'an and the five robbers dodged left and right, and danger abounded.

"Ah!" Zhou Pingan couldn't withstand the opponent's attack. Seeing that he was about to be stabbed, a dagger shot from far away. Zhou Pingan leaned back quickly and was almost stabbed in the head.

However, Zhang Yong saw that the little fat man could no longer hold on, so he could only force the bald man away with a stick, and threw the dagger on the ground to save the fat man. Unfortunately, he had never practiced concealed weapons and his accuracy was not very good, and he almost accidentally killed his teammates.

Seeing that the situation was tense, Chen Jinsong didn't have time to untie the rope, so he beckoned to the fisherman to help him stand up, and with just one pair of legs, he joined the battle group and helped Zhou Ping'an.

Although Zhang Yong's flying knife barely managed to escape the siege, the bald man caught him in the neutral position and rushed forward a foot in front of him, making him unable to use his long weapon.

The bald head knew that the opportunity was rare, so the moves became faster and more fierce, and the closer he was, the more he rushed.

Zhang Yong knew that if this situation continued, his disadvantages would only get bigger and bigger, so he decided to be cruel, and he slapped the bottom with his palm, and shot the stick towards the bald head.

"Hmph, the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry." The bald head was overjoyed when he saw Zhang Yong abandoning his stick, he turned sideways to avoid the flying stick, and prepared to make a final decision to secure the victory.

Unexpectedly, just as the opponent was sideways hiding from the stick, Zhang Yong seized the gap and crossed from the other side, narrowly avoiding the opponent's dagger, and at the same time kicked the bald head.

The bald head stabbed straight with the dagger, but unexpectedly this kick was just a false move. Relying on the ingenious lightness kung fu, the opponent walked away as soon as he touched it, grabbed the thrown long stick, turned around and stabbed!
This is a victory in defeat!
The bald head is unavoidable, straight up.

Relying on his imaginative moves, Zhang Yong stabbed the opponent's forehead with a hard blow.Although he used the iron head skill to hard-wire it, the bald head was staring at the stars for a while, and the nosebleeds flew.

Zhang Yong was overjoyed when he saw this, and was about to take advantage of the victory to chase after him, when suddenly there was an angry shout from behind.

"Put down the stick for me!" The second child put the knife on Chen Jinsong's neck.

The whole place fell silent immediately.

Zhou Pingan hurriedly ran to Zhang Yong's side, almost crying: "Stop beating! Hero, please, put down the stick."

"Second brother! Well done!" The bald head was full of nosebleeds, and he looked at Zhang Yong viciously.

Only then did Zhang Yong see the whole situation clearly: three of the five opponents fell; the second kid intercepted Chen Jinsong; the fourteen hostages stopped what they were doing; the bald head had regained its strength; and some were crying. Noisy little fat man.

Zhang Yong swung his stick as if to hit Zhou Pingan: "Can you stop being so obtrusive? Did I tell you not to throw it?"

"Stop! Don't make any small calculations for me. How many years have I been in the rivers and lakes? I will count one, two, three, and throw the stick over, or I will chop it off."

Before the second child could finish speaking, Zhang Yong threw the stick over with a whimper.

"The nagging is over, you two are in the same group, right? Whoever you love wants this old stick, I don't care about it."

The second child aimed at the stick, raised the knife and swung the stick, instantly cutting the long stick into two pieces.

Chen Jinsong was also a brave and careful person. When the second brother drew his sword, he dwarfed and rolled into the pile of hostages aside.

The second brother raised his foot to chase after him, but Zhang Yong dodged and was already in the middle.

"It's a horse, it's pretty fast." The second child said angrily.

Zhou Pingan came to Chen Jinsong's side and quickly untied him and the rest of the hostages.

Seeing that the fourteen hostages had regained their freedom, they all relaxed a lot.Only the two detectives who knew martial arts were extremely heavy-hearted, and the only one who could confront the bald-headed Brother Stick had no weapons, and the situation was not optimistic.

The stick had been cut off, the bald man wiped away the blood from his nose, twisted his neck, and stood up.At this moment, he felt that he had the chance to win, and said indifferently: "So I said, to be a hero? To be a good person? Are you tired?"

"If you want to be beaten, if you don't go home and sleep, you will be grinding and grinding. Are you tired?" Zhang Yong verbally refused to be taken advantage of.

The bald head rubbed the dagger against his clothes, and said with a stern face: "We are messing around, we still want to see the real chapter under my hand, I will definitely fight you upright."

My friend, Ma XX, can you please show some face when we talk?Zhang Yong almost cursed.

Chen Jinsong suggested in a low voice: "Brother, you don't have any weapons, so you don't have to fight him head-on. Our catcher will be here soon, and we can join you two."

"You just die, you two have more things to do." Zhang Yong rolled up his sleeves and stretched his shoulders.

"I have to use my fists. You don't know how to write the word "death", do you?"

The bald man gave a disdainful smile: "Pretentious, bluffing. Can empty hands be better than weapons?"

"Don't you know if you try it?"

"Right on my mind!"

The warehouse became quiet again, with more than 30 eyes nervously watching the showdown that decided everyone's fate.

The bald head bent his knees, his body was loose and tight, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Yong, like a preying cheetah, ready to attack at any time.

However, after a few breaths, he still just stopped there, a drop of sweat slowly slid down his forehead.

Zhang Yong just stood like this, without any posture at all, but it gave people a very weird feeling.

Could what he said be true?A crazy idea appeared in the bald head's mind.

Shaking his head, he threw away these unrealistic thoughts and looked at Zhang Yong again, which seemed to be much more pleasing to the eye.

Flaws appeared in front of him everywhere, distorted into a deep vortex, beckoning the bald head to make a quick move, and the bald head felt a little unable to restrain himself.

Calculating carefully, I can have 130 or two ways to kill the opponent, so many that I don't know which one to use at once. Thinking of the blow to my forehead before, I laughed fiercely with my bald head.

I'm going to use the cruelest one!
After making up his mind, the bald head zigzagged forward in a weird route. Almost everyone present looked so elusive and had no idea which way or angle he would attack.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yong is almost out.

With a light exhalation and a sudden inhalation, even time and space seemed to condense together in this inhalation.

Zhang Yong swung his fist out.

Just now the stick technique had already made the bald head feel as wonderful as the horns of an antelope, but it wasn't until Zhang Yong swung his fist that the closed door of cognition opened suddenly.

without a trace,

Its power is like a dragon,

can't see,

Suddenly it looks like the sky.

The sky was indeed seen one last time.

The fist appears as it should,
The bald head fell down so logically.

Reaching the pinnacle, Wang Baquan!

(End of this chapter)