A Panda's Martial Arts

Contrary to Panda's expectation, Jonathan nodded slowly.

"But there are some things I don't have a choice about."

Picking up the wine bottle on the small table and taking a big sip, Jonathan's vision became hazy under the dim light.

The sound of memories is flowing in my ears, it is the sound of cold air blowing around me, it is the past that was full of gunfire.

It was the greatest war in human history.

That is, World War II.

"That's a route above 5000 meters above sea level, and the highest point even reaches 7000 meters above sea level. We fly this route with a c47 that looks like shit. It's like suicide..."

In a trance, Jonathan seemed to have returned to his youth. At that time, he was a pilot who had just been promoted, and his flying skills were top-notch. No one dared to say that he could fly the hump route safely. But Jonathan has already transported supplies several times, each time unscathed.

He didn't quite understand the twists and turns of the higher-ups. He was still young at the time and he only knew that he was participating in a great operation. Even if he flew one more time, he could contribute to the anti-fascist cause.

At that time, he was full of honor and faith. He had seen too many inhumane atrocities in this war. He firmly believed that he was fighting for peace, and fighting so that the flames of war would not continue to spread.

But just honor and faith, but there is no way to guarantee his safety.

Jonathan finally crashed, and together with his flying brigade, he and his colleagues crashed into the majestic snow-capped mountains when they urgently went to the mainland battlefield to support supplies against the Japanese army——

In the past, they followed the plane wreckage along the way to identify the route, but on that day, their plane became part of the wreckage after all. His teammates had all died in the explosion, and even he was Half of the body was cut by the fragments, and the whole person was about to die in that ice and snow field.

Until a green leaf pried open his mouth, until the warm water was sent to his mouth.

It was hard to imagine why there were horses in the ice and snow. Jonathan once thought it was just his hallucination.

He didn't know what he had encountered until his body began to recover after a few gasps.

While recovering from his injuries, the red steed taught him many things. It was an oriental skill that an American had never understood. It took him half a year to live in the snow-capped mountains before he walked out of the ancient mountains.

It's just that when he wanted to go back again, he found that he couldn't find the way back. Only the skills he used occasionally reminded him that what happened to him after all.

What untraceable but extremely critical changes happened.

"You're actually right, and I thought it wasn't a bad thing at first."

Jonathan shook his head and laughed when he recovered from the memory.

With extraordinary physical recovery ability, a strong body that will not age, always full of energy, always full of enthusiasm like a young man, he thought it was a good thing.

But that's just what he thought.

If given another choice for him, he would rather die in that great war.

Died in that great war, he could at least be like a hero, at least he could keep one of the best memories. After all, they were full of glory and striving for progress in that era, no matter how vicious the evil fascists were , can't beat their steel-like backbone——

But he survived, and he lived longer than anyone else. He didn't want to see all this, but time wanted him to witness the demise of glory, and let him see with his own eyes that the flying brigade he was once proud of was destroyed. Driven by profit or ambition, bombs are dropped on innocent women and children time and time again.

The warriors who fought for peace have degenerated into bloody executioners, and those who were once protected by him have also evolved into...

"never mind……"

A sip of wine sprayed on the spider silk in his hand, and Jonathan took out the lighter.

In an instant, the fine fire net turned the huge venue into a sea of ​​flames.

"The last communication was in my way."

Pointing to the ground, Jonathan stood on the slender fire net.

"Let's do it your way this time."

Either you kill me or I kill you.

310 Chapter Six Injustice Battle

The fine fire net covered him head-on.

It's just that this level of attack doesn't matter to the panda. The bright line of fire seems dangerous, but it is equivalent to pointing out the target for the panda——

But what really threatens the panda is not only the restraint of the spider web, but the shock hidden in the filaments is the real killing move.

Three days of communication is enough for them to know too much about each other. Now if the two sides are fighting for life and death, it is almost like playing their cards.

"call……"

Exhaling and making a sound, the panda raised its hand and stroked lightly.

The originally indestructible slender spider silk was cut open under the bear's claws at this moment, and the insidious ultimate move hidden in it was ignored by the panda, but even so, the panda still didn't make any fists, just frowned. Frowning, he looked at Jonathan standing on the fire net.

"I don't know."

Panda sighed.

"Do you have to fight?"

"You really don't understand?"

Looking at the half bottle of mineral water that Panda had already held in his hand at some point, Jonathan smiled.

"I think you still understand."

If you really don't understand, why did you pick up the weapon?

Just in an instant, the mineral water that was spilled casually had already wetted a large area of ​​the fire web, and there was some inexplicable force on the wet spider silk, which instantly made Jonathan lose control of this part of the spider web.

At the same time, the burly figure of the panda also approached Jonathan who had lost his shield.

"Oh!"

The 1.9-meter-[-] strong human collided with the two-meter-old panda body, and the entire burning venue uttered a piercing sonic boom. up.

Both sides of the battle have reached the peak, and at this moment, the fight under the full firepower actually produced an afterimage under the firelight, the thrusts stabbing the throat, the elbows hitting the chest, and from time to time, the tendons would be broken. Bone's insidious kick...

Those dazzling tactics could easily kill a person with even a random move, but both sides of the battle have completely deciphered them, forcing this battle into a stalemate.

It's just because they know each other so well.

Panda's style is actually easy to guess. After all, his majestic figure is doomed to his thinking that he will definitely be inclined to charge forward. ——

And if pandas want to cover up this point, they will be more inclined to use counter-routine methods to make the opponent think that they are reckless, so as to lay traps in their actions, so as to achieve the reality of the false.

And this kind of thing, as early as in the previous communication, the panda has already said this frankly.

On the contrary, it was Jonathan's fighting style, which the Panda side didn't understand thoroughly.

It's not that he can't understand it, but he understands it too much. Jonathan's style has always been inclined to make arrangements in advance and invite the king into the urn, and then seize the weak point to fight back. This kind of thinking does cooperate with the spider silk used by the opponent.

Generally speaking, people who use this kind of combat thinking are mostly caressing a lot. Only by making the layout in advance can they feel safe-but this is also the most twisted part. Jonathan's character is not so.

Both of them should be of the same type.

Just like the current war.

"call……"

With a flick of his right hand, Jonathan exhaled, and the slender spider silk originally used for assassination was now woven into the shape of a sharp sword.

"Come again!"

"Copy guys?"

The panda reached out and grabbed it, and flung out the three-meter-long Indian soft sword coiled around his waist.

The two sharp knives swept across, and the large tables, chairs and benches were torn into pieces. Swinging the two soft sharp knives, each person and the panda seemed to see sparks splashing out of each other's sight.

At least in the battle, at least at this moment, they are going all out.

Any holding hands is an insult to each other, and only when we try our best can we pay our full respect.

But, why do they have to fight?

"Zheng-"

Just a momentary loss of consciousness, the soft sword made of spider silk scraped off a piece of flesh and blood on his shoulder.

The sharp spider silk is so sharp that the panda does not feel pain until the blood oozes out, but what is more obvious than this pain is something inexplicable.

Even Panda is not sure whether that trace of undetectable emotion is really what he feels.

"Zheng-"

A cold light flashed, and Jonathan's face was also wounded by the soft Indian sword.

Blood trickled down his cheeks, which made the panda's sword-holding hands tremble slightly.

Something is wrong, it shouldn't be.

"Sure enough, you should be able to feel what you said."

Wiping the blood from his face, Jonathan continued to fight bravely with his sword.

Just like the self who blatantly rushed into the death flight while driving a transport plane.

"If it was that era, the era when people still remember honor and belief, we could fight for each other's ideals, fight for each other's beliefs, and fight for the people behind each other...

We can also sit down and chat for ideals, argue all night for each other's beliefs, or just for peace and less deaths..."

But now.

Once again parrying the slashing blade, Jonathan smiled wryly.

What are they fighting for now?

honor?belief?people?Or peace?

forget it……

One has just killed hundreds of people with his own hands, and the other is not even a human being at all.Their battle had nothing to do with honor and belief from the very beginning. It wasn't about stopping any atrocities, nor was it a fight for justice. It was just two boring fist beasts using their fighting instincts to beat each other.

It's just something like wild beasts playing, and neither of them has a firm belief in what they are fighting for. This is not even a fight.

"We can't even find a reason to fight."

The sharp blade made of spider silk was swung down, and the burning beam was torn off, and fell between Jonathan and the panda, directly cutting off the possibility of the two continuing to fight.

And the burning fire also cut off each other's sight.

"We don't even know what we're fighting for, we don't even know what we're swinging our swords for."

Under the shroud of flames, is the back of Jonathan walking further and further away.

"There is no point in fighting this kind of battle any longer."