Chapter 29
In Wang Yiyang's view, fighting, fighting, or fighting.
It is nothing more than a few steps.
One, collect intelligence.
Second, weaken the opponent.
Three, strengthen oneself.
Fourth, use one's strength to defeat the enemy's shortness.
Although he has only basic information in his mind, information about Meister's Safety Section Head.
Those previous fighting experiences, crafty plots and machinations, are brief introductions and abbreviations.
But after summarizing this period of time, he also found a pattern.
In the internal struggle of Meister, most of the winners acted according to this law.
There are very few people who just barely get things done by luck. Moreover, the success of this type of people is mostly temporary, and will soon fall.
Now, he is following these steps step by step.
A few days ago, he arranged for someone to put a small amount of invisible, colorless and tasteless poison qi in the dojo venue.
This kind of poison qi is not harmful to the body. The only effect is that when the blood boils and the qi and blood flow to the extreme, it will produce a lot of hindrance and delay.
In other words, this kind of poison qi has no effect on the ordinary person.
But for Martial Dao experts such as Zhong Can and Wang Xinlong, it has an indescribable suppressive effect.
Of course, Wang Yiyang's purpose is only Zhong Can, not other.
So he made people quietly drink in grandfather Wang Xinlong's drink very early, and added the antidote to neutralize poison qi.
Wang Xinlong is addicted to alcohol and has to drink a few glasses every morning and evening.
And Zhong Can doesn't touch the wine.
So in order to make such a difference, it is actually a very simple matter.
"Through the external lifeform sign scanner, we have already grasped that the people of Praying Mantis have arrived early and are fighting Zhong Can." Lei Wei followed Wang Yiyang to report quickly.
"Praying Mantis can mobilize so many people under so many wanted, it seems that the hidden power is not small." Wang Yiyang nodded.
He took the electronic telescope handed over by the bodyguard next to him and placed it in front of him, looking towards the open space in front of Dojo.
There is a mess in the clearing.
Zhong Can is like a blood shadow, fluttering and flickering among the many Martial Artists of Praying Mantis.
Every time you move, you can bring a scream or two.
Blood water and broken hands and feet are scattered everywhere.
The Martial Artist of Praying Mantis is like a baby in front of Zhong Can, there's no resistance.
With every punch, he can easily defeat the offense and defense of Praying Mantis Martial Artist.
Even if the other party escapes, it just makes him take a few more steps.
"Awesome." Wang Yiyang admired.
"It's really amazing." Two tall and strong flat-headed men approached slowly and put down the telescope in their hands.
"Section Head Wang, this cooperation did not mention the level of our opponent. Do you think we should increase our appearance fee?"
One of the flat heads The man is older, somewhat dreaded opened the mouth and said.
Both of them wore ash-gray vests and loose trousers. Black tiger characters are embroidered on the left chest and heart.
Obviously, it is the expert who leads the Elegant Tiger Gate team.
"Impossible." Wang Yiyang shook his head, "Zhong Can has long been hit by my prematurely released nerve poison qi. He can't maintain the Peak state for long. This is also the key reason for his crazy clearing. .
If you can’t even win this dominant position, then I might consider future cooperation with Elegant Tiger Gate."
Two flat heads The man fell silent, then picked up the telescope and looked at it for a while.
"Is it so bad after being poisoned? It seems that the money is not easy to get this time..."
Wang Yiyang smiled and said nothing. If you want to stand up and get money, why does he invite so many people to come?
At this time, Zhong Can in the distance gradually began to slow down.
He just killed more than 20 people in a row, and he fought dozens of tricks with teacher Wang Xinlong, which was very costly.
Nature has reached the point of exhaustion.
Martial Artist of Praying Mantis, at this time, only the red eyebrows and another enchanting young woman were left facing him.
The three of them were in the clearing, fisting and kicking like thunder, hitting each other, making a thunder-like explosion.
From a distance, you can still see circles of faint white gray, which exploded as the three of them fought against each other.
A large number of air waves that stirred up dust were scattered.
"It's an exaggerated fight scene." Wang Yiyang admired.
"This is the strength that Martial Artists above the Mingguang rank have. Generally, Martial Artists are far from reaching this level." Expert said solemnly from the Elegant Tiger Gate on the side.
The two of them are dedicated to guarding Wang Yiyang's side, in case there is an expert attack.
Wang Yiyang looked at the scenes in the open space like fighting movies from a distance, and felt a little emotional for a while.
Before rebirth, grandfather was killed, dojo blazes, he himself was designed by the black hand to have a car accident.
And now, no matter who the black hand is.
The situation is completely in his hands.
No matter whether Praying Mantis or Zhong Can, there are no storms.
"Do you want to go there?" Martial Artist with the flat head whispered aside.
"No. Keep a safe distance. I am different from you who practice martial arts. A little aftermath may not be able to bear it." Wang Yiyang said with a smile.
He is not the kind of fool who has to come out to explain his layout at the last minute.
As an ordinary person without the power to bind a chicken, it is not too late to wait for all the dust to settle and reappear.
entire group hearing this, all corner of the mouth twitched, no longer speak.
The fully armed elite soldiers around, began to encircle and approach step by step.
The drones in the air are also quietly narrowing the encirclement.
The sniper in the distance gradually moved his aim to the living person on the scene.
"Wait." Suddenly Wang Yiyang felt something was wrong.
In telescope, Zhong Can's silhouette is indeed getting slower and slower, and Praying Mantis' Martial Artist is also getting more and more injuries.
But don't know why, he always feels something wrong.
Those Praying Mantis people died and injured so many, why are they still fighting? Are they afraid of death?
Wang Yiyang's mind suddenly flashed this doubt. He immediately became vigilant.
He frowned.
"Are there any extras on the scanner side?" he asked quickly.
Lei Wei was hearing this for a moment, and quickly pressed the communicator on the neckline, and asked a few words in a low voice.
But there was no sound from the communicator. It seemed that the soldiers who were in charge of monitoring the audience had completely contacted them.
Lei Wei's expression also changed now. She immediately started contacting all action teams Captain.
Just when she quickly became alert and found something wrong.
Elegant Tiger Gate and the Extreme Martial of the Martial Arts Alliance also found something wrong, and gathered around Wang Yiyang to guard all around.
A group of soldiers quietly gathered to Wang Yiyang and vehicles all around.
But Wang Yiyang did not pay attention to these things at this time. Instead, he took the telescope and stared at the field in front of Dojo.
There was originally a scene where the two bosses Zhong Can and Praying Mantis played against each other.
But now it's completely changed.
Zhong Can clutched his abdomen, half-kneeled on the ground, blood dripping from his fingers.
Praying Mantis also looked pale and supported each other, almost unable to stand still.
One of their respective legs was completely unconscious, and their knees were completely shattered and broken, leaving only scraps of bones inside.
At this time, the real core of the audience is no longer Zhong Can, nor Wang Xinlong, nor is it Praying Mantis, the two seriously injured Martial Artist leaders.
He is a strong old man standing upright with white hair reaching up to his waist.
The old man is naked, and his bronze muscles are covered with various scars and scars.
He only wore a pair of black trousers, his hands drooped naturally, and his muscles were like fine copper without bloated feeling.
"Zhong Can. Is this the answer you plan to give me?" The old man's face was flat and there was no mood swing. Just watching Zhong Can quietly.
His two dísciples, the man with red eyebrows and the alluring woman are behind him, but he didn't even move his eyes.
Zhong Can slowly let go of his abdomen, the wound that was bleeding just now, and at this time he has temporarily closed it to stop the blood.
This is brilliant muscle control technique, which can control the muscle to close the injury forcefully in a very short time.
He squinted his eyes and stared at the long-haired old man, without saying a word, but the invisible aura on his body began to condense again.
The long-haired old man shook his head slightly in disappointment, and looked away from Zhong Can, and instead fell on Wang Xinlong who was relieved of his breath.
"Wang Xinlong, long time no see." They actually knew each other.
Wang Xinlong was supported by Nicholas and Xiao Hong at this time, staring at the long-haired old man with the same gloomy expression.
"Are you... Wu Qi?" He recognized the identity of the other party.
As early as many years ago, they were still the same sect training senior and junior brothers of Martial Dao.
The relationship between the two of them was pretty good at that time. But later, because of the difference in ideas, the two gradually moved towards two different paths.
Wu Qi stood with his hand in his hand, staring at Wang Xinlong.
"You have not seen you for so many years, you are still so weak."
"Weak? I'm just carrying out what I insist!" Wang Xinlong stood up, straightened his back, and was old. Various complex colors were faintly revealed on his face.
"What do you insist on? Do you practice Martial Dao into fitness?" Wu Qi sneered. "We have been murderers since ancient times. We are the masters! The blood of the weak has poured our reputation. As a result, you actually wanted to change Martial Dao into a fitness technique?"
He pointed to Zhong Can.
"Look at what the hell do you teach a good seedling!? This is the ideal you want to stick to? Forcibly suppress the will of a person who pursues the ultimate in Martial Dao?"
Wang Xinlong also looked towards Zhong Can, with disappointment and silence in his eyes.
"The times are different..."
"That's not the time when we completely withdraw from the stage!" Wu Qi interrupted him, opening his hands.
chi chi chi 哧哧! ! !
In an instant, a series of gunfire exploded continuously.
Wu Qi's face changed, his silhouette turned into a gray shadow, and he dodged left and right several times before quickly leaving where he stood before.
On the ground where he was standing, there are already a bunch of bullet holes and pinholes.
When the gunfire stopped, he was already 20 meters away from Wang Xinlong and the others.
At the same time, there were bursts of fine gunfire in the distance.
The gunfire appeared abruptly, but it quickly disappeared and the silence was restored.
Wu Qi ugly complexion, reached out and pressed the button communicator on the collar, but there was no response at all.
He suddenly thought of something bad, and his eyes grew gloomy.
He brought 18 Martial Artists with the best skills this time. These Martial Artists have been trained in the best assassinations, and get rid of those who don’t know where they are. difficulty.