A Panda's Martial Arts

"Fucking dirty tricks..."

Shaking his head vigorously, Panda tried hard to dispel the picture in his mind - but just like the famous "don't think about the dick", the more he forced himself not to think about it, the more horrible scene would appear in his mind.

He obviously tried his best to dodge it, but the wide axe blade still fell down time and time again, and the giant blade slashed on the armor, but the incomparable force finally hit him, and at the same time It hit his heart deeply.

It was like a red-hot steel seal, stamping the seal of fear in his heart again and again.

Tell him over and over again that it is far beyond his power.

That's not something he can match.

No matter how tough a fighter is, it is impossible to withstand this kind of blow, which is an all-round negation of a person from beginning to end.

After deeply understanding that power cannot be defeated, after clearly realizing one's limits, no matter how strong a person is, his spine will be broken, and it is impossible to cheer up again.

Because it is impossible to win.

That kind of monster is impossible to defeat.

"Fuck you..."

Biting its tongue with sharp teeth, the panda used the pain to force itself to stay awake.

Thinking about it carefully, he has actually experienced similar things before. When he wanted to go out of the mountain, when he faced those poachers, he was afraid of the gun and chose to run away, but in the end he won the victory with all his might isn't it?

Right now, it's just a change of opponent. Desperation is of little significance to an opponent of this level, but it can only be said that there is a problem with the method, and it does not mean that there is a problem with the goal itself.

There must be a suitable method, a method that can allow him to take revenge...

"Pooh……"

Opening the visor, the panda spat out bloody saliva, then closed the visor and staggered away.

Most of the bones in his body had been shattered, and the armor that could have been easily used became heavier and heavier at this moment - and only at this time did he realize how heavy this set of things was on his body.

So at the beginning, Zhu Huaizhong was fighting him wearing this kind of thing?

If the old thing was alive, what would he do?

Probably will die in battle, that old thing would rather die to find a way to go further, in order to become a grandmaster, that old immortal even risked his life, how could he just survive...

"What do you mean I will die in battle??"

In a trance, a bright Yanyue knife flashed in front of his eyes.

"Didn't you take my share and live together?"

"Go away..."

The panda, who was about to sit at the bottom, got up and continued walking.

Where to go, he no longer has the energy to think about such things, he only knows that it is not the time to stop, and it is not the time to close his eyes.

The right paw was pulled, and the needle inside the armor pierced into the body again. It was originally the drug tube for Joseph to place the anesthetic, but the panda had already replaced it with a second shot of cardiotonic drug——

Although I don't know if this medicine will work twice, it is already his last hole card to save his life.

His vision became clearer, and even his consciousness became more sensitive—it was only now that he remembered that he seemed to be the only one who escaped from the ruins.

I don't know if that stupid woman ran as fast as he said, it is more likely that she didn't, after all, in his memory, that woman would sit on the ground and start messing around in such a scene, looking like a fart With the vase which I did not have.

Hopefully that cock doesn't have a habit of smashing vases, and if it did... there's nothing he can do about it.

He'd love to say something big to brag about, but it turns out that's what he can't do.

Or rather, it's hard to do.

"What does it mean to show the strength to kill you... Is it luck to kill you? If the tip of the gun is a little off, I should be dead."

With swollen ears full of noisy humming, the panda instinctively answered a few words.

But the answer to him was a few vague old sneers.

Immediately afterwards, the sky became the earth, and the earth became the sky.

-

"Here! I see footprints!"

A few gang members rushed over and followed the footprints all the way to chase the past——

Just because the footprints are so recognizable, the wide footprints are not like ordinary people's shoes can step on, and there is a hole in each step.

What they are looking for is a dangerous thing. The bosses have already said this, and ordered them not to do anything after finding it, and must report it to the higher authorities.

Although they don't quite understand why the bosses suddenly joined forces to find things, they have already understood the truth that the more they know, the faster they die.

Anyway, as long as you give money, you have to eat.

"Hey! Song Dong!"

A gang member spotted a local acquaintance while patrolling the streets.

"Did you ever see something that looked like a bear go by here, and it was in a suit of iron?"

"Bear in armor? Are you crazy?"

Song Dong who was stopped frowned and handed him some cigarettes.

"Why, being tortured by your boss again?"

"Don't mention it, the boss doesn't know what's going on. He must say that there are goblins in Yongxia City... The problem is that the goblins are looking for monks from the Reclining Buddha Temple. Let's catch them and figure out what's going on?"

Several gang members were smoking dull cigarettes with bitter expressions on their faces.

"The typhoon just passed, and we were asked to go out to work before dawn, are we still human?"

"Hey, they're all the same, money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat."

Song Dong also shook his head and sighed.

"It just so happens that the boxing field may not be active today. I will follow you to look for it later. They are all on the same street. I can help you."

"Thank you so much. If you see something like a goblin, you must remember to call me. It's very fierce."

After several gang members finished smoking, they quickly got into the car and left.

Only Song Dong was left in place, watching the black luxury car going away, smoking a stuffy cigarette.

"It runs fast."

After stubbing out the cigarette butt, Song Dong turned to the low wall with one hand.

Then he frowned and looked at the pile of heavy steel blocks leaning against the low wall.

Here comes the problem...

How should he move this thing that weighs hundreds of kilograms back...

190 Chapter Seven Those Buried in History

When the panda opened its eyes, it was a familiar scene.

He should have been here before, but it wasn't the perspective of looking up at the ceiling at that time——

In fact, whether such a broken thing can be regarded as a ceiling is a question, at least for a panda to live in this kind of place, he probably refuses.

Why didn't the owner of this house think about repairing the house?

But soon, he knew why.

Just because he saw two knives beside the bed where he was lying.

Two strange knives with extended handles.

【you're awake? 】

A mobile phone was stuffed in front of his face, with machine-translated subtitles on it.

【You have been asleep for two days】

"what……"

Still dizzy, the panda let out a meaningless sigh.

But right away he sensed something was wrong.

The exhaled breath did not blow on the visor, but spit it out from a distance - until now he discovered that the visor on the helmet had been lifted at some point.

[I didn't mean to pry into your secrets, but if I don't help you open the helmet, you will be choked to death by the blood you spit out first...]

Song Dong who came over with a wet towel first wiped the panda's face, then found some warm water, and helped the panda to drink it.

[This is my hometown, a village in the countryside, some distance away from Yongxia City, it is impossible for the gang chasing you to come here.But how on earth did you offend them?You stole their money? 】

"Ah……"

The panda opened its mouth and wanted to raise its arms to take the phone, but the severe pain in both arms caused him to sweat profusely.

The bones were broken, and his arm was useless at all.

【During this period of time, you should rest here, if you have anything to do, wait until your health is better...】

Looking at the panda's arm, Song Dong frowned, and then he was about to leave with the cup.

But the panda behind him stopped.

"Ahhh..."

The panda growled, as if to convey some message.

"What did you say?"

Song Dong leaned over and tried to put his ear close to the panda's face.

"You mean..."

The sharp claws rest on Song Dong's throat.

The water glass was knocked over on the ground, and Song Dong's hand suddenly grabbed the handle of the knife beside him——

But then Song Dong realized that something was wrong, because the panda was not resting on his throat with the tip of its claw, but the back of its hand.

"What are you going to do?"

Song Dong frowned, and the panda's blank eyes answered him.