Ten Days End

Qiao Jiajin felt a trace of sweat flowing down from his forehead, and just when it flowed to his eyes, Zhang Shan moved.

He did not dare to blink, letting the sweat run across his eyeballs, leaving a salty and astringent pain.

Zhang Shan took a big step, raised his heavy fist behind his head, and punched Qiao Jiajin's head plainly.

This punch seemed ordinary, but Qiao Jiajin felt a huge fist wind rushing towards his face. He leaned against the wall and dodged sideways, and Zhang Shan's iron fist fell on the wall.

"Crack"!

The huge sound seemed different from the previous one. It turned out that Zhang Shan had pierced a tiny crack in the wall.

Qiao Jiajin took advantage of the opponent's empty punch and immediately mobilized all his strength to hit Zhang Shan's side ribs with a swing punch, but Zhang Shan just groaned and quickly counterattacked.

The two exchanged punches quickly in midair. Each punch of Zhang Shan was as powerful as a bullet. Qiao Jiajin was forced to the wall and could not retreat. He could only dodge left and right and use his arms to block. Although he seemed uninjured, his arms would be numb every time he blocked.

Zhang Shan's fists kept hitting the white wall behind Qiao Jiajin. Soon the wall was shattered in a large area. However, it was unknown what the structure of the wall was. After the shattering, it began to burst out white powder like an ice sculpture.

Qiao Jiajin found the right opportunity to block the heavy punch from Zhang Shan's right hand with his left arm, and then endured the pain like a broken bone and suddenly raised his right elbow, which happened to hit Zhang Shan's chin.

Zhang Shan's mouth was instantly filled with the smell of blood, and the whole person seemed to lose consciousness in an instant. He turned half a circle unconsciously, and then suddenly accelerated his rotation, and a thick right fist was thrown over.

Qiao Jiajin instinctively shrank his body, and a large piece of skin and flesh on his face was scratched by the extremely fast fist. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward, thrusting his left and right elbows forward one after another, hitting Zhang Shan's chest one after another.

Zhang Shan blocked awkwardly while retreating quickly, until Qiao Jiajin jumped up on the spot and raised his knees. He gave up resisting, and when his knees suddenly hit his chest, he hugged Qiao Jiajin in mid-air, and then turned around and threw him to the ground.

While Qiao Jiajin was still unable to move, Zhang Shan flew up and stepped down hard. Qiao Jiajin also rolled to avoid it at the critical moment, and then swept Zhang Shan's legs fiercely, dragging Zhang Shan to the ground as well.

The two changed from standing to punching and then pulled on the ground. At this time, adrenaline had taken control of their bodies, and they forgot about fatigue and pain for a moment.

They only remembered to attack and block with consciousness.

After exchanging a few punches on the ground, the two men stood up and continued to punch each other in the face.

The punches of the two men were extremely terrifying. If they wanted to survive, they had to block these punches.

But at this moment... how could they block it?

Their physical strength and consciousness could no longer allow them to think about more problems. Their faces were already stained with blood. Qiao Jiajin finally couldn't resist it and was hit hard by Zhang Shan's punch on the temple.

The power contained in this punch was far beyond his imagination. He only felt that his head suddenly turned to one side, and his ears also rang instantly.

He felt dizzy and all his consciousness was moving away from him.

The body of an ordinary person really couldn't knock down a mountain... Was it going to fall down?

Although he was not a mountain, the things he carried on his body were heavier than a mountain.

"Master Rong, I can't do anything except fighting. You saved me and Jiuzi. I will follow you and help you fight."

"Liar, you have brains and I have fists. Let's cooperate, shall we?"

Only when I raise my fists do I feel that I really exist.

Only when I fight for others do I feel that I can really repay these favors.

Qiao Jiajin felt that he was slowly falling in a dark space, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

After getting out...what should I do?

Repay the favor, or take revenge?

I don't know either.

After all, the people who are important to me in this world are gone.

He slowly opened his eyes in the darkness and saw two young men in front of him running forward all the time. There were words tattooed on their backs and smiles on their faces.

Compared to that time, this journey...is particularly tiring.

The last time I was so tired was when I went to the casino with Master Rong. More than 30 people chased and hacked him. He dragged Master Rong while running and fighting, and got hurt while fighting.

But there are too many of them... After beating one, there is still another one, after beating ten, there are still ten more.

So if I fall down... will it be over?

If I fall down... will I be able to put down the burden on my shoulders?

If I fall down, Zhang Shan will open his "door" and rush in. Who can stop him?

His fists are as hard as steel and as fast as bulletsSwift and fierce, his body was like a mountain, and he would not fall down even if he took dozens of punches from himself.

So...

Zhang Shan saw that Qiao Jiajin's center of gravity was unstable, and he took a step forward and threw another heavy punch. As long as this punch could hit the opponent's face, the fight would really be decided.

When the fist was only a few centimeters away from Qiao Jiajin's cheek, Qiao Jiajin stretched out his hand like a conditioned reflex and held Zhang Shan's huge fist.

"So I can't fall down..."

"Even if I die, I can't fall down and die..."

"As long as I'm still standing, the enemy dare not touch the person behind me..."

Qiao Jiajin suddenly opened his eyes, roared and threw out his right fist, hitting Zhang Shan's face heavily.

Before Zhang Shan could react to what happened, he was knocked back five steps by this fierce punch, and his eyes were instantly dark.

Zhang Shan secretly said that it was not good, and quickly came back to his senses and made a blocking posture.

What followed was Qiao Jiajin's stormy punches. The surge of adrenaline made the two of them feel no pain for a while. Zhang Shan simply gave up resisting and began to punch back at the opponent's fists.

Neither of them resisted anymore, but just punched the other's cheek woodenly.

The blood spurted out of their mouths and scattered everywhere. As the opponent's heavy punches flew away from their bodies, the entire "river" was dyed with blood-red stars.

There was a deathly silence around, and only the sound of fists whirring could be heard, and from time to time, the sound of fists hitting flesh could be heard.

Qiao Jiajin didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or the sequelae of being hit too many times. He couldn't see anything in front of his eyes, only a piece of red black.

But Zhang Shan was there.

As long as he punched, he would hit him. He was there.

So he couldn't move a step, couldn't retreat a step. If he took this step away, he would never be able to hit him again.

Ten punches, twenty punches.

The speed of the two men's punches gradually slowed down, but they still hit each other's heads accurately.

More blood and more piercing wind sound were scattered everywhere.

After dozens of punches, the two men seemed to be silent. Qiao Jiajin couldn't even speak. His ears were ringing and his mouth was dripping with blood, but the battle was still not over.

He slowly lowered his head, waiting for the fist that should have come but had not come yet.

Zhang Shan was there.

Now the opponent stopped... This is a good opportunity...

Qiao Jiajin slowly raised his fist and stabbed out a punch according to muscle memory.

But this punch missed.

Missing... Why did this punch miss?

Zhang Shan... Did you retreat...

You know I can't see... So did you retreat?

Qiao Jiajin changed the angle, raised his arm with all his strength, and stabbed out another punch.

It missed again.

Don't leave, Qiao Jiajin said in his heart, I haven't fallen yet, you can't leave.

As long as I am still standing here, none of my teammates can move.

He could only turn his body again and punch the air again.

He didn't know how many or dozens of punches he had thrown at the air, but a pair of hands slowly pressed his shoulders, and then reached out to hold down his fists.

The owner of the hands whispered to him:

"Fist... OK... Hard work... He fell down..."

Qiao Jiajin was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and his face was unconscious, so he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. He only remembered that he made an expression and then slowly fell down.

He didn't remember falling to the ground, but was supported again.

This time, he was supported by the thing on his shoulders.