Chapter 988 Public Enemy

If Mian Zhang hits the mountain support, it will be fine if he flies out. If he doesn't fly out, he will die and he will be disabled.

Hudson flew up into the air and fell heavily to the ground, but that was not over yet. Yang Yi possessed him and punched him, from top to bottom, hitting Hudson in the chest.

Another bang.

Basically the sound is like this, bang, bang, bang.

Then it's over.

What a bullshit master, bullshit.

This Hudson was not as good as Wise. He was in a free-fighting stance, but his reaction was not very fast. His skills were quite neat, but not enough. Far from it.

Yang Yi was curious about how Hudson got this name.

After punching him, Yang Yi regretted a little. He regretted that he had struck too hard.

But Yang Yi will not pity his opponent. He once had such an idea, but was beaten badly by Zhang Yong, so from now on, no matter how strong his opponent is, Yang Yi will still fight with all his strength.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold back the fight. Are you okay?"

Hudson lay on the ground and lost his breath. He opened his mouth wide. After several difficult efforts, he finally breathed out.

Wise's strength is good, just one step behind Yang Yi, and his martial ethics is good, but this Hudson is another step behind Wise.

But why does Wise think Hudson is so good?

Maybe Hudson will blow it.

However, Yang Yi no longer wants to play games with them.

Yang Yi stood back two steps, and then said calmly: "Mr. Hudson will be fine. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Not even bothering to say anything else, Yang Yi turned around and was about to leave when someone behind him said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute."

A middle-aged man in his forties came out from behind. He said calmly: "You have good strength, but..."

Without saying anything, the middle-aged man stared at Yang Yi and said, "Let's have some fun, you use the training knife, how about I use the training knife too?"

Yang Yi stopped and asked curiously: "So are you also an instructor?"

"I'm not. I'm just an agent from the Operations Department. I just finished my mission. I have some time to rest and come here to have fun. I think there's something wrong with your attitude, so I want to compete with you."

Americans are still straightforward when speaking, especially when they are fighting, they will not say any kind words.

The people in the operations department should be real experts.

Yang Yi twisted his shoulders and said in a deep voice: "Okay, let's do it."

If you want to fight, fight, no need to talk nonsense, the people in the operations department are amazing.

Yang Yi went over and chose the shortest training knife, a small double-edged dagger, while his opponent also picked up a double-edged dagger.

After looking at Yang Yi, the middle-aged man said coldly: "Let's get started."

Yang Yi placed the knife a little behind him, stretched out his left hand, and made a defensive movement with his left hand. His opponent's posture was almost the same as his, except that the knife was slightly closer to the front.

The two began to circle around each other.

Judging from his footsteps alone, this middle-aged man is no ordinary person, and the position where his eyes are looking is also what a master should look like.

Not looking at his eyes or hands, but looking at Yang Yi's footsteps, this shows that the opponent pays more attention to the timing of Yang Yi's attack, and is also observing Yang Yi's preparatory actions before launching the attack.

Coincidentally, Yang Yi also had the same habit. He used his peripheral vision to observe the movements of his opponent's upper body, and his eyes were mainly focused on his opponent's footsteps.

After tentatively approaching slowly, Yang Yi decided to take the initiative to attack, so he suddenly jumped forward.

There is no possibility of weapons colliding. The only thing a master, especially one who is good at close-quarters assassination, can do is to avoid harming his own vital parts. If he can attack the enemy's vital parts with his knife, whoever gets hit will Whoever is fatal loses, whoever is injured but not dead wins.

Yang Yi stretched out his hand to block the opponent's knife. A cut was made on his left arm. He tried his best to avoid it, but was still hit by the knife on his left shoulder.

Yang Yi did not go towards the opponent's neck. His knife pierced the opponent's armpit. Then when he passed by, he pinned the opponent with his legs and twisted hard.

He stretched out his knife and quickly drew a half-circle on his opponent's thigh.

The middle-aged man's face is ugly, very ugly.

Yang Yi lost an arm and was stabbed in the back. The stabbing affected his right arm, but it was not serious and he could still move.

But Yang Yi's opponent lost an arm, and the most important thing was that the artery in his leg was severed.

As long as Yang Yi retreats and distances himself, and climbs a little for two minutes, the middle-aged man will die.

Yang Yi has already won.

The two were evenly matched in their sword skills, but Yang Yi won in other aspects. To put it simply and popularly, his body skills were better than his opponent's, so he could survive but his opponent would surely die.

This is a simulation, not an actual battle. The real situation is that of course there is no impact on the bodies of the two people at all.

Moreover, the speed of the two people was too fast, and the eyes of the people present could not keep up. They did not understand who was the winner.

Yang Yi was waiting for his opponent to admit defeat, but the middle-aged man actually rushed towards him.

Even if the arteries are severed, you still have to pounce. No matter how strong your willpower is, once the arteries are severed and blood spurts out, you will die. Either stop and use all your strength to stop the bleeding, or die.

Therefore, it is a very shameless way for the opponent to pounce on you, very shameless.

Yang Yi was angry, and he also rushed forward.

The opponent struck down Yang Yi's hand holding the knife, and then he tried to grab Yang Yi's hand holding the knife, but his own knife stabbed Yang Yi's heart.

Yang Yi turned aside and let his opponent's knife stab him in the chest, but missed the heart. Then he pushed his head hard against his opponent's nose. After a bang, he raised his right hand and grabbed his head with his left arm. It was definitely already The dazed opponent turned around, covered his mouth, and put the training knife on the middle-aged man's neck.

Make a cut, then make a cut, and then make a cut again.

It doesn't hurt, but it's humiliating.

This time everyone saw it clearly. They were not sure whether Yang Yi was hit by the knife, but they clearly saw Yang Yi using the training knife to cut back and forth three times on the middle-aged man's neck. If This is a real knife, and only the cervical vertebrae are still connected to the neck.

Yang Yi let go of his opponent, took two steps back, and then said proudly: "No matter from which point of view, I won and you lost."

After announcing his victory, Yang Yi smiled and said: "Even if I get stabbed, I still have a chance to go to the hospital, but you don't because your neck is broken."

The middle-aged man covered his neck. He looked extremely angry, but he could not refute Yang Yi's words.

Another master without master's demeanor, Yang Yi felt very disdainful.

The disdain in his heart showed on his face, which made most of the people present extremely dissatisfied.

They didn't know that Yang Yi had actually won twice. They just felt that Yang Yi was too much and too bullying. If he won, he would win, and he would pull him three times in a row. Isn't this humiliating?

The middle-aged man finally said in a deep voice: "It seems that there is another master in the operations department, which is good. We can practice often in the future."

"Operations Department? No, I'm not from the Operations Department, I'm from the Management Department."

After finishing speaking, Yang Yi found that the crowd seemed to be excited, and he felt as if he had become a public enemy.