Chapter 608 Ordinary Punch

Liusheng Kendo pursues simple and quick moves, and strives to kill the enemy with one hit.

Sarutobi Yuluo used to imprison himself in those moves taught by Yanagyu Dojo when he practiced, and he would only make rigid moves and close them.

Until that time Li Zheng appeared and made a deal with Misaka Doemon, depriving her of all the kendo insights she had mastered, leaving only the basic memory.

When she started to practice again from scratch, because her memory became a little blurry, she realized the true meaning of Yagyu Kendo by mistake while groping.

The long and narrow samurai sword was as fast as lightning, slashing straight to the neck of the executor.

"Nice sword intent." The executor praised, raised his fist and punched it out, hitting the side of the samurai sword with precision to deflect the blade.

Sarutobi Yuluo's slender waist twisted along with the trend, and his body flipped horizontally three times in the air before releasing the impact of the opponent's fist and landing.

"In comparison, your fists are like weeds on the side of the road, vulgar!"

On the other hand, Yu Xiaoyu's fist was only slightly slower than Sarutobi Yuluo's, but the evaluation he received was very different.

The executor's other hand greeted him, and under the bombardment of the iron fist, he collided with Yu Xiaoyu.

However, unexpectedly, he was not able to repel Yu Xiaoyu, instead he felt a steady stream of power coming from the opponent's fist.

Fung, Fung, Fung.

Taking three steps back, the executor looked at Yu Xiaoyu with amazement: "What kind of boxing is this?"

"This is the socialist military physical boxing... an improved version that combines the skills of Tongjiquan and Taijiquan. It's designed to hit you with a blind eye!" Yu Xiaoyu clenched his fists with both hands and put on a posture, a bit like the start of Taijiquan. The hand style, a bit like Wing Chun, is nondescript.

She came from a family of soldiers, and has been influenced by the military atmosphere since she was a child, and has systematically studied military boxing.

Later, I spent a long time in the army and learned a lot of miscellaneous martial arts with the soldiers who came to serve as soldiers from all over the country.

It was not until later in high school that the academic pressure became more and more severe, and it was gradually abandoned, and the figure also became out of shape, becoming the image of the fat girl that Fengshan saw later on the blind date.

The blind date failed and she suffered a blow. She picked up the boxing skills she had put down before and practiced, the main purpose was to lose weight.

Unexpectedly, while losing weight, she actually merged the miscellaneous boxing skills she had learned before, and gave birth to a set of boxing skills that suits her.

"The two of you still look alike, you're not the kind of trash that relies on genetic ability to fight." The executor became serious: "It's worth fighting against you."

No matter what level of genetic ability it is, there is an upper limit to increase it. For races without inheritance, choosing to develop genetic ability is a quick way to become stronger.

But for those races that have racial heritage and use strengthening themselves and improving fighter skills as their main means of strengthening, no matter how strong their genetic abilities are, they disdain them.

Similarly, there are types that simply use firearms and other weapons as the main means of combat, and they don’t look down on them, because the weapons are dead, and the upper limit of their power is also limited, not to mention that sometimes firearms and weapons will fail. That is very deadly.

Therefore, in the outer city, the real powerhouses are all self-directed, and at most they can build some cold weapons with matching strengths to increase their lethality.

"Stop talking nonsense, look at the tricks!" Yu Xiaoyu glanced at Saran Fei Yuluo, who was slowing down. The two clearly couldn't see each other's eyes, but they shot at the same time again, and they fought together with the executor.

Tchaikov was in a daze, and finally regained some consciousness. He struggled to get up, only to find that he had been seriously injured. Almost all the ribs on his chest were broken. Fortunately, the broken bones did not pierce the heart, but a part of them pressed against the lobes of the lungs.

"Cough...cough...poof!"

After coughing a few times, he forced a mouthful of blood from his respiratory tract. Tchaikov also took out a group of nano-robots and poured it into his mouth.

When he saw someone fighting that terrifying opponent, he opened his mouth to remind them to be careful of that weird attack method.

But the unbearable pain in his chest forced him to swallow the words that came to his mouth.

Erbatu was in the crowd, looking at several former teammates who fell to the ground, his eyes flickering frequently.

After a while, he took a few steps back and quietly walked around from behind the onlookers.

Since Li Zheng eliminated him in the last round, causing him to fail in the promotion, he broke with the previous team.

At this time, seeing Li Zheng taking everyone to fight with a group of strong men, he moved his mind to turn to those strong men.

"These two people are obviously helping Li Ruizhou. If I make a sneak attack, I will definitely be able to help this master quickly resolve the battle."

Erbatu approached the battlefield, suddenly jumped out from behind the crowd, condensed the ice ball in his palm, smashed it at Sarutobi Yuluo, and shouted, "Big brother, I'll help you!"

"roll!"

Unexpectedly, the executor didn't appreciate it. In the case of dealing with the joint efforts of the two, one of them jumped up, punched the ice hockey, and then smashed his hand on Erbatu's head.

Bang!

The fragile head cracked like a watermelon, and the blood mixed with the brains sprayed out from under the hood, falling all over the floor.

"You rubbish, you are not worthy to fight side by side with me!"

The executor put down these icy words, and didn't take a look at Erbatu's soon-to-be icy corpse. He was not interested in this kind of waste that relies on genetic ability, and he was even more ashamed to fight side by side with this kind of waste.

His honor will never be tainted by such waste!

After killing Erbatu with one punch, Yan Fei Yuluo and Yu Xiaoyu moved and retreated one after another, horrified in their hearts.

The other party has not been able to do their best until now!

You must know that the physical strength of all of them is limited by the terminal to a certain strength. Since the other party can kill one person with one blow, it means that he can kill them in the same way before!

"I spit on trash, but I appreciate trash who dares to take action against me and fight against me... Or, this kind of trash is not so trash." The executor turned around slowly, and the big mouth with sharp teeth under the hood grinned happily. , showing a cruel smile: "The warm-up is over. Next, let me taste the taste of killing."

Before he finished speaking, his body disappeared from the spot.

When she reappeared, she was already in front of Yuluo Sarutobi. The violent killing intent frantically stimulated Yuluo Sarutobi's nerves, causing her pupils to shrink involuntarily.

"First."

Clenching a fist, throwing a fist, the executor seems to be doing it at will, with a simple straight fist hitting Sarutobi Yuluo.

This punch seems to be ordinary, but it has not yet hit, making Saran Feiyu fall into despair.

Can't escape!

Can't pick up!

I……

will die!

Sarutobi Yuluo's thoughts turned sharply, and at this moment, many figures seemed to flash through her mind, including the mother, the father who had always hated, the father's first wife, the boy in the small suit, and finally the picture was frozen in a slightly indifferent picture face.

"world!"

"Cut with a knife!"

The shocking fighting intent broke out, and everyone's brains were shaking, shivering under this fighting intent.

The hair on the executor's back suddenly rose, as if he was being stared at by a fierce beast from ancient times. Out of instinct, he unloaded the force and quickly flashed to the side.