The strongest in the United States

Anthony Masters, a former Soviet agent, has a camera-like visual memory and can perfectly replicate the actions he sees.

Proficient in a variety of fighting techniques and complex and changeable fighting techniques, he once became a fighting instructor at the former Soviet secret agent academy. Until the end of the Cold War, the former Soviet Union disintegrated, and there was no place for guys like him in the peaceful era, so he went underground The world has become a mercenary fighting for money.

Accepting Leonid's commission was just a recreational task for him, but Anthony discovered new fun.

This unknown Asian man, Anthony watched with interest as Wang Zang's breathing gradually stabilized. The fighting skills displayed by this man were something he had never seen before. This amazing fighting skills seemed to open up a new world to him. The door to the new world.

"I want to learn these techniques, which will be enough to elevate my strength to a new level."

Anthony murmured longingly in his heart. In the increasingly dark night, Anthony slowly pressed the fixed blade knife to his waist. This is the starting move of many Japanese kendo schools.

The one who answered him was a figure approaching quickly. It was Wang Zang who took the initiative to attack. The bones in his chest were still aching faintly. He must have injured the bones, but this was only secondary. He could already feel the severe pain. After the weakness in his body exploded and his body's potential was unleashed, he knew very well that all the body's functions would be in a state of exhaustion for a period of time.

He must find a way to repel this dangerous opponent in front of him, otherwise he may end badly.

Wang Zang was very fast, but there was a flash of cold light that made people feel numb.

"Swish"

Anthony's blade ejected like a poisonous snake, drawing a strange arc like a crescent moon in the air, and quickly slashed towards Wang Zang's throat.

"puff"

Blood splashed everywhere, and Wang Zang's blocking arm was cut with a bleeding wound. But then Wang Zang's wrist turned, with a technique like a snake entwining, and it stuck to the surface of Anthony's blade, with two fingers like birds. The beak stabbed Anthony's wrist hard.

Anthony groaned in pain, his right hand went numb, and the straight-blade knife in his hand was snatched away. He slammed his left knee from bottom to top. This was a very lethal move in Muay Thai, but Wang Zang blocked it with his palm and used his strength. Backing up, his body flew back like a fallen leaf in the wind.

With his bare hands, Anthony's weapon was snatched away with just one move. Wang Zang smiled warmly and said slowly

"No wonder he hides his head and shows his tail. His strength is only like this, but this knife is not bad."

He reached out and held the fixed-blade knife in front of his eyes, looked at it, and then threw it on the ground aside with a clang. He raised his hand and hooked his fingers at Anthony. He preferred to use fists to deal with opponents rather than holding weapons.

Anthony shook his sore wrist, then grinned with great excitement, "What an amazing skill, it's simply a masterpiece of God."

He raised his hand and drew a stroke in front of him. His wrist was as mysterious as a snake, and his fingers were as sharp as a beak. It was exactly the same as Wang Zang's action when he entered the blade with his bare hands just now, and even the subtle rhythm was the same.

Wang Zang frowned slightly. This was the first time he used this move. It was obviously impossible for his master to open a studio in this world and recruit disciples. There was only one possibility left. The man in front of him just saw the move once. learned

Although there are still some flaws in the details, is this still a human being?

"What a tough opponent."

Anthony laughed wildly in excitement, his body turned into a blurry shadow, and he hit his knees and appeared in front of Wang Zang. Wang Zang used soft skills to swing away, but Anthony used his power to do a roundhouse kick in the air at the same time. It was an action that only top Muay Thai masters could perform. A kick like a scythe of death passed by Wang Zang's eyes with a roaring wind.

"Show me all these skills."

"bang bang bang"

A series of clashing sounds of fists and kicks sounded, and the two figures flashed and changed rapidly in the dim alley. The two fighting masters pushed the fierce battle to the climax at the beginning of the battle. Wang Zang's fists and kicks were sometimes violent. Like iron and stone, sometimes as soft as a willow branch, hard and soft at the same time, unpredictable, but even so, it is far less dazzling than his opponent.

Muay Thai, boxing, Russian boxing, mixed martial arts, military combat, grappling, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, wrestling, taekwondo, karate, etc., and there are even many mysterious attack moves that Wang Zang has no idea about, whether it is close combat with fists or feet, Switching between roaming and even strangling, as long as there is a slight gap, Anthony can show unexpected attack methods.

It feels like the opponent is not one person at all, but a collection of dozens of masters of fighting styles. It is this complex and changeable fighting skills that has allowed Anthony to become one of the top mercenaries in the underground world. His rich fighting skills and unparalleled physical fitness have doubled his lethality.

If the battle with the Punisher just now was a duel of strength and will, then now it is the peak collision of speed and skill.

"boom"

The two exchanged blows. Wang Zang's fist hit Anthony's neck with all his strength, while Anthony's whip leg hit him directly on the left waist.

tired

very tired

Wang Zang even felt as if his body was in a quagmire, his movements involuntarily becoming slower and slower, and every cell in his body was feeling exhausted. His fighting consciousness could clearly detect Anthony's attack methods, but his body could not. React accordingly.

lose

Never give up

Just when Wang Zang took a deep breath and exerted the last bit of strength from the seams of his bones, Anthony slowly moved his neck, and then let out a triumphant laugh as if he was sure of victory.

Master-level fighting skills, this is simply more exciting for Anthony than the $2000 million he is about to receive.

He made a gesture in front of Wang Zang that he couldn't be more familiar with. Not only the movements, but even the breathing rate gradually became exactly the same. It was an extremely weird feeling. At this moment, Wang Zang felt that the person standing opposite him was another person. oneself

Suddenly, Anthony's body quickly zigzagged forward, his steps changing according to a certain frequency, and a layer of illusion like flames rose up around his body, making it impossible for people's vision to lock onto the target.

"bang bang"

Continuous punches and sudden attacks made Wang Zang completely fall into passive defense. He used the opponent's best skills to kill the opponent. This was one of the things that made Anthony most proud and excited. It was more scorching than a girl's red lips. The strong liquor and the fragrance of US dollars excited him even more. His voice rang out from all sides,

"No matter how complex and delicate the movements are, I can perfectly restore them. You will soon understand that your unnecessary resistance will only make me stronger. Accept your fate. I have completely mastered your technique, and it will now become yours." Nightmare."

"bump"

Anthony's prophetic fists constantly penetrated Wang Zang's defense. The feeling of being completely seen through this move put Wang Zang, who was exhausted, into a desperate situation of being completely passive and being beaten.

While Anthony was speaking words of irritation to Wang Zang, he launched a fierce attack. Although he admired the man's tenacity and steel-like ability to fight, when it was time to resolve the battle, he used the method that this man was best at.

Anthony paid close attention to Wang Zang's every move. Just when Wang Zang's movements became slower and slower, his body thrust forward fiercely, and his two fingers together pierced Wang Zang's throat like sharp swords. This move was originally a sword move. After Wang Zang's master defeated a famous swordsman, he incorporated the opponent's unique move into his own boxing technique, and then turned it into a powerful killing move.

Now, the target of this move has become Wang Zang himself

"call"

In the process of being passively beaten, Wang Zang kept adjusting his breathing. When his body was extremely exhausted, his body seemed to have disappeared, and his thinking became clearer than ever before. The whole world seemed to change very slowly. It's a very strange feeling, as if watching a slow movie shot, and every detail around is captured by the brain extremely clearly. Anthony's forward steps seem to have become a slow motion of the movie editing, and the sweat on his face , the trajectory of finger movement, the wind above the head, the water at the base of the wall.

Strangely, Wang Zang's left hand slowly but accurately pinched Anthony's two protruding fingers.

The next moment, pain strikes

"what"

Two fingers were cut off from the root. The heartbreaking pain made Anthony scream hysterically. He didn't even have time to understand how his perfect move could be easily caught by the opponent. Wang Zang's other one At this moment, the hand struck three times like lightning.

"bang bang bang"

The sound of punches to flesh almost completely overlapped together. Three lightning-like strikes, namely palm, fist, and finger, hit Anthony's forehead, nose and throat stably and hard, causing shock, pain and suffocation in an instant. The sensations surged out together, almost making Anthony faint instantly, but his fighting instinct still made him struggle to punch Wang Zang.

"Goodbye scholar"

Wang Zang leaned back and turned, using his body weight to pull Anthony to the ground. While avoiding Anthony's counterattack, his legs were already wrapped around Anthony's arms and neck like two pythons, and then he violently reversed Anthony's arms. Break it off.

"Click"

Hysterical screams, the broken bones in Anthony's arms pierced through the muscles, and the blood was oozing out.

But the next moment, a pungent and strong smoke emerged from under Anthony. Wang Zang felt that Anthony, who was locked up, suddenly turned into a slippery loach and broke free from his hands. When the smoke dissipated, Go, Anthony is already five meters away from him.

Although Anthony was able to imitate the secret escape techniques of Japanese Iga-ryu ninjas, without the special training of ninjas, even using them in a normal state would cause great harm to the body, not to mention that a broken arm would add to the injury.

But Anthony, who had the upper hand from beginning to end in this battle, didn't know why he suddenly fell into despair. He felt a terrible smell on Wang Zang's body, the smell of death.

This made him desperately choose to use this self-harming method to get out.

Wang Zang stood up unsteadily, his sweaty legs shaking violently. His condition was also very bad. The counterattack just now had exhausted his last strength, and his head began to feel dizzy. Obviously, this was A sign that the body has reached its limit.

"Damn what have you done? Go to hell. Go to hell."

Anthony turned over and distanced himself, touched his twisted arm that was hanging in front of him, hysterically pulled out the pistol from his waist, and pointed it at Wang Zang's position. He could feel that Wang Zang's physical strength was exhausted. , but did not dare to approach this man again.

"bump"

The deafening gunfire echoed in the alleyway like the chant of death, but it was Anthony who let out a cry of pain, fell backwards like a falling bird, then got up, staggered and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

It was not Anthony who shot

A burly figure stood up from the darkness. The Punisher, who put the smoking gun back into his waist, did not chase Anthony. He rubbed the nearly fatal wound on his neck, and then turned his attention to the man standing staggeringly. .