Chapter 2409 Universal Martial Arts

If I were Alice, I would fall in love with myself, and fall deeply in love with myself.

I think I am also a freshman in my twenties. I have good facial features, a tall and straight posture, a heroic appearance, and a strong strength. At least among my peers, I am one of the few strong ones.

He is so young, promising and rich, and he can still stand up in the face of danger, stand in front of women, and take beatings and knives for them. He is simply a model of a perfect husband!

I secretly glanced at Alice. The woman still had a weak expression. She was slumped on the ground. Her pretty eyes glared at the approaching assassin with anger and hatred. She didn't notice me at all.

Meowing, pretending to be cool!

It's like I originally wanted to look towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the hut.

Who can understand the sadness at this moment?

The assassins were very cautious, and even when facing a novice like me, they acted like they were facing a formidable enemy.

This is the difference between assassins and warriors.

Warriors are wielding spears, swords, and machetes, roaring and running rampant, like human-shaped rhinoceroses.

The assassin, on the other hand, is always cautious, like a tarantula, always lurking, waiting for an opportunity to move.

This may also be related to the professional nature of assassins. Although there are many soldiers killed in battle, they often die vigorously, and even if they die, they will not be left lying on the streets. Usually, their companions will collect their corpses and take them back to adventure. If they have no relatives, they will be taken to the corpse pit by the base staff and processed centrally.

Assassins, on the other hand, do dark things. Almost half of the assassins who die will be dug into a hole and buried on the spot. Their relatives don't even know whether they are alive or dead.

As for those fallen assassins who were casually dug and buried, they could only rot silently in the soil, their souls returning to the God of Creation, and their bodies turning into the ashes of spring soil.

Therefore, the assassin who accepts the mission will be extra careful even if the target is weak.

Just like the several assassins I faced at this moment, they advanced slowly and pressed forward step by step, holding daggers and crossbows in their hands. It was clear that they could give me a fatal blow with just a few leaps, but they were too cautious.

This group of assassins gave me the feeling that they had no choice but to accept the task reluctantly. Because the task was not to their liking, they passively slowed down their work. While slowly approaching me, they were thinking about how to give up the task perfectly - —Saving one’s fortune and life while allowing the employer to accept the result.

Of course, all of the above are just my thoughts.

Although the assassins' reaction seemed very passive and sabotaging, their wolf-like ferocious eyes had already said everything.

I clenched my fists tightly, condensing my killing intent. The black and red killing intent was like a mist, which separated from my pores and quickly accumulated and covered my hands. In just a few seconds, it had already wrapped up my hands.

Thanks to Odachi's urging more than once, I was able to spend a certain amount of time every day concentrating my killing intent. Now, I can send and receive it freely within a controllable amount.

But I have never dared to use excessive amounts of killing intent. On this point, Odachi has warned me more than once. Once I use it excessively, my reason will most likely be controlled by killing intent again, and I will once again become a person who only knows killing. The Walking Dead.

In the past, I was weak and had average physical strength. As long as I used up all my physical strength, I could regain my sanity. But as my strength became stronger, this method of consuming physical strength became more and more impractical. If I didn't want to cause widespread death, I had to kill him. Me.

I don't want to kill innocent people on a large scale, let alone die, so I'll use my killing intent as appropriate.

But I can guarantee that the assassins will never act at discretion. If they don't act, it will be a surefire move.

When the assassins were still five meters away from me, they stopped again, their bodies hunched up like shrimps.

This is a precursor to an outbreak.

Ahhhh! They're about to attack! These hateful assassins! I will definitely make this assassination operation unforgettable for you!

The fist was clenched so hard that it made a squeaking sound, which was the harsh friction sound of the force of meteorite iron. I had already decided that I would fight the first wave of attacks with my most pure physical skills!

Some people may question, I am a warrior and a swordsman, where do I get my physical skills from?

This is a bit disrespectful!

After all, we come from the blue planet. The military martial arts we practiced when we were in school can be regarded as physical skills!

Okay, I admit that I have forgotten about Juntiquan. Only the starting hand posture is still engraved in my mind, and the starting hand posture alone cannot scare the enemy.

but!

Before Military Boxing, I had studied a universal martial art day and night. Although it was popular, it was extremely powerful. Once used, even seven or eight people might not be able to get close!

This stunt has an easy-to-understand name - King! eight! fist!

That's right!

It’s Wangbaquan!

This is a universal martial art that can be used by both men and women, and is suitable for all ages. When used, it is like a bastard swimming in water, invincible. The only shortcoming is that there are gaps on both sides, making it easy to be tricked.

But at this moment, it is a life-and-death battle, so there are so many things to worry about, just be fierce!

So I decided to try my best to lose my old face, give up my grace, and use my tortoise punch to fight the assassins who dared to attack me. When I decided to fight, a sudden change occurred.

The assassin, who had already gathered his momentum, finally couldn't hold back his desire to kill, and rushed towards me one after another like arrows leaving the string.

The moment the body left the ground, a huge black creature sprang out from the trees on one side silently. Its momentum was like a rainbow, its sound was like thunder, and it was as fierce as a wild boar. It flew like a wolf and a pig, flying sand and rocks along the way, carrying the wind. With leaves, rampage.

The assassins were in mid-air, unable to evade, and were all attacked by this black thing.

Alas! Six powerful assassins didn't even have a chance to make a move, so they were knocked away. They were like water droplets flying off after hitting a rock, spinning and flying in all directions, flying, screaming, and flying. The posture is extremely wonderful, like an octopus dancing in the air, and the sound of the cry is particularly melodious, like a group of beaten donkeys.

They flew and flew, screamed and screamed, and finally, with a burst of lively crackling sounds, they all turned into silence.

Two of these six assassins, who were comparable to the power of the country, were unlucky enough to hit their heads on a tree, and it was a hardwood tree. They became motionless on the spot. It is not known whether they fainted or died on the spot.

Another person, after breaking two trees, was hung on the trunk of a third tree, hanging on it like dried meat. His head was not touching the sky, his feet were not touching the ground, and there was no fulcrum. In addition, he was severely injured. , the body was in severe pain, the limbs were weak, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle, so he gave up the struggle like a salted fish.

The remaining three were not so lucky. Two of them fell in front of Bakar and were burned into skewers on the spot. The other one hit the torso protruding from the hardwood tree without hesitation and was penetrated with a pop. After a fight, he wasn't dead, but he was close.