A Panda's Martial Arts

But just this is not enough to attract Jonathan's attention.

What really made Jonathan frown was the panda's movement.

Obviously, he has tried his best to let the silk thread cross the opponent's body to form an encirclement, but the opponent can always disrupt his steps at critical moments. This has nothing to do with eyesight, it is simply that the body's perception of danger has reached Extremely sensitive.

After just a trial, the two parties had a basic understanding of each other.

"This man (panda) is not bad at all!"

Coincidentally, such a realization appeared in the minds of both parties.

"If you have this ability, why do you want to be a killer?"

Waving the three silk threads again, the panda frowned slightly.

"Just looking at these lines, you don't seem to be short of money."

"I'm even more curious about why you would treat this kind of organization as a dog. After all, what you said is more like the kind that would be exhibited in a zoo... But forget it, my work is done."

While saying this, Jonathan lifted the hat in his hand.

Under the hat was a dead man's head still dripping blood.

It was Rajput's head.

Chapter Three Hundred and Eight

provocative.

There is no doubt that this is an absolute provocation.

He got Rajput's head within a breath, and it was still under the condition that the panda didn't react at all. For the panda, this situation was an extreme contempt for his strength and the ultimate insult to his martial arts.

But facing this provocation, instead of getting angry, the panda became excited after a long absence.

"You know? It's always been me who used aggressive methods on others..."

Saying this, the panda's figure suddenly blurred.

"But it's the first time someone has used aggressive tactics against me."

If you want to see it, then I will fulfill it for you.

"Oh!"

The distance of eight steps was gone in an instant, and Jonathan's left hand firmly pressed against the giant palm that the panda slapped.

The speed of this panda is so fast!

"Boom!"

Only when the consciousness of Kuai arose in his mind, the panda's left elbow was already pressed against his chest and abdomen.

The blowing feeling of the human torso is actually similar to that of a leather bag filled with water.

The gurgling water created ripples.

"Wow!"

Jonathan's face flushed instantly, and the elbow strike between his chest and abdomen was like a spear. The huge force penetrated his entire body, as if even the blood on his body was frozen at that moment because of this punch.

With just one punch, Jonathan flew into the air.

Like the hands of a clock, Jonathan pressed the panda's shoulder with one arm, turned around with the huge force, and even swung behind the panda in one breath——

Even though the panda shrugged his shoulders in time to fight back, but that strength also turned into the opponent's dodge force, and the whole process seemed like he took the initiative to send the opponent behind him.

This made the panda's face suddenly serious.

No, the short fight just now was completely wrong.

What the opponent is using is not martial arts at all, it is even something that has surpassed martial arts. There is no understanding of the number of offense and defense, but it is more like a simple use of force.

This big man named Jonathan's understanding of force is actually not inferior to him!

"Thanks……"

Lightly landing and unloading, Jonathan grinned, and kicked aside the human head that he had just dropped casually.

What kind of Rajput's head was there? It was clearly the head of an ordinary Indian, but the outline of the face was temporarily cut into a Rajput's appearance by silk thread, and the bloody face made it difficult to distinguish—— Now, the mission of the fake is over and the real Rajput lies in front of him.

Now that the positions are switched, the panda can no longer use its body to block the silk threads cutting towards Rajput.

Thinking of this, Jonathan waved his hand.

"Om-"

The slender silk thread is instantly taut.

But Jonathan frowned.

Feel, no.

Rajput in front of him was still howling in fear, his silk thread couldn't be swung out at all!

"you!"

Jonathan turned his head sharply.

Only then did I realize that in the panda's hand, there was an iron plate that had been twisted into scrap iron at some point.

"Each each other."

Panda grinned.

On the iron plate that has been twisted into scrap iron, there are still slender silk threads wrapped around it.

Compared with using water as a liquid to exert force, this solid is much simpler!

"Come!"

collapse!

The invisible net suddenly tightened, and the slender silk thread reflected a crystal-clear color in the sunlight. No matter how stable Jonathan was holding the thread with one arm, he was still carried away by this huge brute force——

It's just that this time he didn't need any way to relieve the force. He was thrown in a big circle while flying in the air, and then he was smashed hard on the ground, bringing up a large cloud of dust.

Win or lose, instantly reversed.

"So why do you have to like pretending?"

The scene turned downwind, and the panda habitually sprayed trash talk to disrupt the opponent's thinking.

"In all fairness, your skills are good, and it would be a pity to be beaten to death just like that... So if you have any big moves, you should hurry up and show them. I will give you a time to show your talents."

"Uh..." Facing the slowly approaching panda, Joseph struggled to get up without saying a word, but raised his hand and pointed to the panda's back.

"what happened?"

Panda grinned.

"I just watched it. You have no chance to leave any extra thread to cut off his head. This time you assassinated you for nothing... Yo!"

Subconsciously glanced back, the panda was taken aback—the front hall, which was intact just now, had collapsed at some point, and several load-bearing beams were pulled out abruptly. On the not very strong pillars, the traces of silk thread binding are clearly visible.

As for the Rajput that he was fighting with Jonathan...but now it has been buried in the ruins together with half of the front hall.

"Hey! Don't worry about dying!"

The panda who reacted hastily started digging up the rubbish dump, and even threw away the discarded iron plate used to control the silk thread——

Of course, this was also his deliberate fishing method. He hoped that the big man named Jonathan would attack him with silk thread. You must know that there are plenty of building fragments in the ruins that can be used as throwing weapons.

It's just that Jonathan didn't continue to attack until he turned over half of the garbage mountain.

"Stop fighting, there is no need to fight between us."

Glancing at the panda who was busy with human life, Jonathan suddenly shook his head and laughed, and then simply took off the gloves that could protect his hands under the silk thread.

"If you must kill me, do it. Anyway, I won't fight such a meaningless fight."

"Are you serious?"

After digging out a few broken bricks and tiles, the panda frowned.

Although it sounds a bit ridiculous... But he could feel that what the big man said was not a lie——

This can be felt from the opponent's aura, the aura of rushing into the flock instantly subsided, and the opponent once again turned into the appearance of a harmless adventurer on the surface.

It's very strange, even more strange for a martial artist, this kind of instantaneous change in momentum feels like schizophrenia.

"Or you can still fight, but wait until I finish my work first."

"Continuing to fight is meaningless. When two tigers fight, one will be injured."

To Panda's surprise, Jonathan, an American, picked up a Chinese proverb.

"I can probably understand what you are thinking, but I firmly believe that knowledge is the cheapest and easiest thing to increase. As long as it is properly communicated, one piece of knowledge will become two, and in the process no one will have lost."

While saying this, Jonathan suddenly saw a head emerging from the ruins.

It was a bearded head that had been smashed by broken bricks and tiles.

"You are lucky, you shouldn't die today."

A few steps forward, Jonathan squatted down and looked down at Rajput who had just regained consciousness.

"For dinner, you will provide it."

Chapter Three Hundred and Nine

By dinner time the ruins of the vestibule had been cleared.

It is too late to repair it, and there is no time to rebuild the house in such a short time. All Rajput can do is to let his men clear out a road that can be walked together-after all, it is almost dinner time, and the meal arrangements can be arranged. Don't be careless.

That's why he was lucky enough to survive until now.

Preparing a good dinner is the only use for a Rajput alive.

"The dishes are all served, please take your time."

Putting the last grilled beef ribs on the table himself, Rajput tried his best to maintain a flattering smile on the surface.

Sitting in front of him was the strong man named Jonathan during the day. He was obviously the bloody killer who killed many of his followers, but at this moment he had to confess him——