A Panda's Martial Arts

"What are you talking about?"

"A buyout is a buyout."

The tall and thin man laughed.

"Whether it's a broken arm or a broken leg, it's up to you. I'm easy to talk to."

"what……"

Letting out a foul breath, Qiao Dong also smiled.

He probably knew what the tall, thin man was here for.

Although he had thought that he would be sought revenge secretly when he helped Lao Feng get ahead, but he never expected that the one who attacked him was not a van that suddenly hit him, but the man in front of him who seemed to be mentally ill. tall lanky man.

well...

Exercise your body, the hot pot tastes more delicious.

After turning two corners, Qiao Dong, who was familiar with the surrounding terrain, had already found a hidden alley with no pedestrians or surveillance cameras. It was the most suitable place for fighting.

And the tall, thin man holding the flower pot also followed along.

"I really didn't expect you to find such a place, and it saved me a lot of trouble."

Looking at the environment in the alley, the tall and thin man was amused.

"For the sake of your help, let me cut off a part of you and start from your elbow. What do you think?"

While speaking, a watermelon knife was drawn from the cuff of the military coat and fell into the tall and thin man's palm.

The watermelon knife was raised with a cold light.

Seeing this watermelon knife, Qiao Dong was also happy.

He knows this kind of watermelon knife. Many street hooligans like to use it when they fight. The watermelon knife with the sharpened blade looks scary, but it won't cut too deep in reality——

Only a few of their own old hooligans will consciously prepare this kind of guy, and they can bluff people, and they won't be taken to be shot because they really hacked people to death.

To actually chop him up with a fake, this tall and thin guy is really mentally ill.You must know that let alone this kind of unsharp knife, he is not afraid of even a sharpened watermelon knife.

After practicing the Unrestricted Fighting Technique, he has long understood that the more you face a sharp blade, the less fear you will have in your heart.

Only by going forward bravely can there be victory...

"Om-"

Just as Qiao Dong took a step forward, the tall and thin man's arm fell down.

Everything happens in an instant.

The brain is whining, the body is giving the final warning, but the warning is still too late.

The instinct of the body manipulated the arms to lay down the final line of defense, but the line of defense composed of flesh and blood failed to block the cold light from top to bottom.

Something fell to the ground.

It was the half forearm with the left hand.

"Huh? Is it broken?"

The tall, thin man holding the flowerpot scratched his head with the handle of the knife, as if he was not satisfied with the result.

And the watermelon knife without a blade wasn't even stained with blood.

"Forget it, let's do it again... Hurry up, stretch out your arm and let me chop it off, I have something to do tonight."

"Uh..." Qiao Dong opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a word.

Blood trickled down from the severed arm and dripped on the ground. The pain was only fed back to his mind at this moment, mixed with the chaotic information, stirring Qiao Dong's brain.

what just happened?

Why can a watermelon knife without a blade be so sharp?

Why was his strong arm, which could even bend a steel pipe, cut off?

Why has he found his own fighting technique, and still becomes like this?

What is it that stands in front of him?

Can't understand, can't think.

The horror of life and death has surpassed the processing scope of the brain.

"Whoa, whoa-"

Picking up his severed hand, Qiao Dong ran away like a dog in a desperate situation.

The sound of footsteps behind him was unhurried, and the god of death was still approaching. Qiao Dong regretted it very much now, and only hated why he chose such a place——

There is no surveillance, no cameras, and no pedestrians. This was originally the environment he chose to allow his beatings to be unrestricted, but now it is convenient for the other party.

Do you want to call the police?To the police?The police all have guns, which can definitely save his life.

However, it can't be done.

Although there is indeed a police station nearby, the police station is too far away from where he is...

"Hurry up, I'll leave after you break your arm."

The voice of the tall and thin man came from behind, but at this moment it was like an ominous death knell—God knows where this monster of the tall and thin man came from, that kind of martial arts is simply...

Wait, martial arts?

"Ahhh!"

Qiao Dong turned his head and rushed towards the iron fence wall not far away.

Then he rolled over with one arm and jumped in.

"Want to run?"

Seeing the prey escape, the tall and thin man's face darkened, and then he actually put the flower pot in his hand aside.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person was like a vigorous ape, and he crossed the iron fence with just one ups and downs.

But during the week of landing, the surrounding environment made the tall and thin man frown.

"zoo?"

Looking at the green belt and the hidden cameras around him, the tall and thin man frowned.

Want to scare him away with these cameras that leave evidence?Not a bad idea.

But unfortunately, it was him who met.

Shrinking his body, the thin and tall man suddenly became shorter, squatting on the ground like an ape, and with a few dexterous dodges, he avoided the range of the cameras.

It's just this level, it can't stop him.

"Ahhh-"

Qiao Dong, who was bleeding from a broken arm, was still running ahead. He very much hoped that someone would come to help him call the police or find someone. Unfortunately, the zoo had already closed in the evening, and the staff also went to eat. Now Qiao Dong ran all the way bleeding, but he couldn't find anyone to help.

But the footsteps behind him got closer.

"Stop running, stop."

Behind Qiao Dong, a tall, thin man in a green army coat rushed over around the bend, as agile as a monkey on a tree.

30 meters, 20 meters, ten meters, the distance between the two quickly approached, and the tall and thin man pulled out the watermelon knife from his sleeve again.

He didn't quite understand why Qiao Dong ran away. He had already shown his skill. He cut it off with a knife and broke it immediately. It was more efficient than amputation by doctors in the hospital. As long as he was hit, he would be fine. Why did he have to run? ?

What about the toughness that wanted to beat him up just now?

"Stop running, stop."

Seeing that Qiao Dong's figure was close at hand, the tall and thin man also raised the watermelon knife again.

"Just a moment... Huh?"

Qiao Dong in front of him climbed over a guardrail again, and disappeared with a plop.

"Uh..." Under the momentum, the tall and thin man also supported the guardrail with one hand and turned forward. Who knew that behind the guardrail was a huge deep pit, which was six meters deep. It was familiar, and it was only after a lot of rolling and crawling that he landed on the ground, and the military coat on his body was scratched.

Fortunately, Qiao Dong was not far ahead, and he fell worse than him, breaking one of his legs.

Beside Qiao Dong, a silly panda was gnawing on the bamboo, scratching its head with its paws.

"what……"

The watermelon knife hit the ground, and the tall and thin man stood up, ready to make up for Qiao Dong.

When you come out to talk nonsense, you must count. If you say that it is broken from the elbow, it will be broken from the elbow, even if there is a piece of bone missing.

"You... um?"

He took a step, but the tall and thin man froze.

When he took a step, the panda sitting on the ground also stood up.

It is not the usual four-legged standing, but stands up only on two legs.

130 Chapter Nine

It was an indescribable feeling.

It's as if even if they are both bald, people can still tell the difference between a programmer and a deputy director at a glance. Even if they are both wearing uniforms, people can still see the difference between a security guard and a regular policeman——

Whether it is temperament or aura, there are indeed some things close to intuition in people's perception.

It is a summary of countless complicated information, and it is the sum of countless tiny details piled up.

The posture of standing, the stability of the body, the rhythm of breathing, and the obvious purpose when moving... When they saw each other, the tall and thin man and the panda had already confirmed something in their hearts.

The opponent is of the same kind.

It's just that the direction of practice is different from each other.

"Xingyi?"

After seeing the panda's frame, the tall and thin man with the watermelon knife was visibly taken aback.

This feeling couldn't be more familiar. After all, his third brother, that is, the short and fat monk, practiced Xingyi. He usually holds his chest and straighten his back, and his feet land on the ground as if they have taken root—this is a sign of perfect control of the body's center of gravity. , which is also the foundation of Xingyiquan "strength starts from the ground".