Six Hundred and Ninety-Six: A Person Stronger than Imagined

When Xu Cheng put R's head on the table at Kuqi's house, Kuqi was shocked. Ｅ小Ω┡sayＷｗ　Ｗ. 1XIAOSHUO． COM

"I never thought you could really keep him here to kill him, but during today's fight, I felt that the real strength gap between this man and Mr. R, who taught me, is a bit big."

"Was the person who taught you an Asian Chinese?" Xu Cheng asked Kuchi bluntly.

Kutcher shook his head and asked: "Why do you say that? Do you mean that Mr. R, who mentored me, is a Chinese?"

Xu Cheng asked Kuqi: "Then the Kung Fu you practice is a Kung Fu that emphasizes the unity of heart, energy, and mind? If so, this kind of Kung Fu culture generally comes from our Eastern China. Westerners would always criticize them during the war in the past. We Eastern Chinese people are small and thin, and they call us the sick men of East Asia. But at that time, it was the sick men of East Asia who they called us who could single-handedly knock down a big star! It was the power of Qi and artistic conception, commonly known as inner Kung Fu! Our Chinese nation has a cultural history of five thousand years. Very early on, someone discovered that there is a big bottleneck in how a person can use external force to exercise muscles. For example, if you are a giant Western man, his arm strength The explosive power is only a thousand kilograms at most! This is recorded in the history of the Medieval China. There were ancestors who practiced the inner martial arts of the unity of nature and man. As early as a long time ago, some people discovered that human potential is unlimited. Yes, and this potential is sometimes very vague. Why do some people always burst out inadvertently or under great stimulation? At that time, a person's mind is filled with a belief. This belief is in the inner martial arts. It's called artistic conception. When the power imagined in a person's artistic conception explodes in the form of potential, it is more terrifying than external force. It's not that I look down on the strength of Westerners who simply build muscles. A strength master who relies on fitness will not be able to do anything at all. It’s impossible to reach three SSS, let alone an R-level master. There must be some conflicting internal martial arts. That’s why I ask you, is Mr. R, who teaches you, a Chinese?"

Kuchi shook his head: "I have never seen him look like him before. I don't know if he is Chinese. He speaks English fluently and does not have a Chinese accent."

Xu Cheng: "What about his height?"

Kuchi's eyes lit up: "He is indeed a bit short, only about 1.7 meters."

Seeing this height, Xu Cheng ruled out the kid first.

The kid's strength may be considered to be R now, but in the past it was impossible to have such high strength to train a fierce man like Kuchi. If he guessed correctly, the R who died just now was probably a trained product!

That's what's scary. He has experienced the Seven Deadly Sins demons trained by the kid, and they were all S-level masters. But how strong can a tutor who can cultivate an R-level master be?

Xu Cheng felt that things were not that simple in the capital empire and the Freemasonry. Perhaps this power was the fundamental reason why the Freemasonry dominated the sky. Xu Cheng suddenly felt lucky that he didn't put R back this time. Otherwise, if he really wanted to fight with the opponent after being exposed, it would be thankless and even strangled in the cradle.

Kuqi kept staring at Xu Cheng and said, "This is the first time I saw a solemn expression on your face. I didn't expect you to be scared sometimes."

"I'm not afraid." Xu Cheng said calmly.

If Lin Chuxue were here, with her understanding of Xu Cheng, and seeing his solemn and squinting expression, she would not say that Xu Cheng was afraid, because it was a sign of Xu Cheng's excitement and interest.

I always thought that after he took over Zhang Chenfeng's mantle, he and Xiaogui would become old enemies, but now it seems that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. His master and Xiaogui may not be the leaders of Chinese masters.

So, what kind of master can choose to join the Freemasonry of the capital camp? Is this Freemasonry really pervasive and infiltrated around the world?

Xu Cheng felt that it was necessary to go back to Mr. Ye and ask about this matter.

Duerson was driving and saw that Xu Cheng was thinking about something along the way, so he couldn't help but interrupt him: "Captain?"

Xu Cheng came to his senses and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Duerson said: "What do those American soldiers who are still hiding in the canyon plan to do? My family thinks you have an arrangement, so let me ask. They have been watching for a long time. If you don't have an arrangement, they will clear it out. Yes, and Mario said he wanted to come home. He was not used to being treated as a good person every day there. He said those people were too hypocritical and treated bad people as good people."

Xu Chengdao: "Tell him that he is not needed at home for the time being, and let him cooperate with Chekov and Statham to open up the political situation in the United States. I feel that a battle between here and the United States is unavoidable. It would be better if there is information over there to know the enemy and the enemy. "

Duerson: "Okay, I'll get back to him when I get back."

Switzerland.

At the foot of a snow-capped mountain, in a manor surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The old man Rothschild sat aside, opposite an old Asian man.

The Asian old man was playing chess, and the Rothschild man was drinking red wine. After a long time, he looked at the evening and it was getting dark. He looked at the Asian old man and said, "Is this the first time that the Knights failed to return on time from a mission? "The old man Rothschild was surprised: "Is there a situation?"

The Asian old man nodded and said, "His call was answered and he immediately hung up. You can imagine what happened at that time."

Rothschild frowned: "What do you mean?"

Asian old man: "The knights in my hands never dare to call me and then hang up, even if I ask them to assassinate the President of the White House. But 10 hours ago, such a thing really happened. So the situation is, he Either they are asking for help or they need to report something urgent. On the other hand, it means that something happened beyond his and our expectations."

Rothschild pondered for a moment and then asked: "Then is he dead?"

The Asian old man nodded: "Dead."

Old Man Rothschild: "He is R-rated!"

Asian old man: "It's because of R-class's death that we say this went beyond our expectations. If his life hadn't been threatened, would he have called home? I'm afraid he has been silenced now."

The old man Rothschild smacked his lips: "So, the opponent's strength is higher than R? Such an outstanding person does not belong to our Masonic service. I'm afraid I can't keep him."

"Now it's not a question of whether to stay or not." The Asian old man sighed: "It's because we don't know who the opponent is or his information at all. Just like this flag, we know how to play horses, cannons, and cars, but what we are most afraid of is Yes, you never know how your opponents will combine to take the next step. Use your death squad intelligence department to go to the mercenary land. Don't rush to send the knights in for now, otherwise you will only sacrifice more. Master."

The old man Rothschild nodded: "I have arranged for them to go in disguised as war reporters."

(The third update is completed and will continue tomorrow)