Chapter 1036 I'm Still Standing

Qiao Jiajin felt a trace of sweat flowing down from his forehead, and just when it flowed to his eyes, Zhang Shan moved.

He did not dare to blink, letting the sweat run across his eyeballs, leaving a salty and astringent pain.

Zhang Shan took a big step, raised his heavy fist behind his head, and punched Qiao Jiajin's head plainly.

This punch seemed ordinary, but Qiao Jiajin felt a huge fist wind rushing towards his face. He leaned against the wall and dodged sideways, and Zhang Shan's iron fist fell on the wall.

"Ka"!

The huge sound seemed different from the previous one. It turned out that Zhang Shan had pierced a tiny crack in the wall.

Qiao Jiajin took advantage of the opponent's empty punch and immediately mobilized all his strength to hit Zhang Shan's side ribs with a swing punch, but Zhang Shan just groaned and quickly counterattacked.

The two exchanged punches quickly in midair. Each punch of Zhang Shan was as powerful as a bullet. Qiao Jiajin was forced to the wall and could not retreat. He could only dodge left and right and use his arms to block. Although he seemed uninjured, his arms would be numb every time he blocked.

Zhang Shan's fists kept hitting the white wall behind Qiao Jiajin. Soon the wall was shattered in a large area. However, it was unknown what the structure of the wall was. After the shattering, it began to burst out white powder like an ice sculpture.

Qiao Jiajin found the right opportunity to block the heavy punch from Zhang Shan's right hand with his left arm, and then endured the pain like a broken bone and suddenly raised his right elbow, which happened to hit Zhang Shan's chin.

Zhang Shan's mouth was instantly filled with the smell of blood, and the whole person seemed to lose consciousness in an instant. He turned half a circle unconsciously, and then suddenly accelerated his rotation, and a thick right fist was thrown over.

Qiao Jiajin instinctively shrank his body, and a large piece of flesh on his face was scratched by the extremely fast fist. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward, thrusting his left and right elbows forward one after another, hitting Zhang Shan's chest one after another.

Zhang Shan blocked awkwardly while retreating quickly, until Qiao Jiajin jumped up on the spot and raised his knees. He gave up resisting, and when his knees suddenly hit his chest, he hugged Qiao Jiajin in mid-air, and then turned around and threw him to the ground.

While Qiao Jiajin was still unable to move, Zhang Shan flew up and stepped down hard. Qiao Jiajin also rolled to avoid it at the critical moment, and then swept Zhang Shan's legs fiercely, dragging Zhang Shan to the ground as well.

The two of them switched from standing to punching and then pulled on the ground. At this time, adrenaline had taken control of their whole bodies, and they forgot about fatigue and pain for a while.

They only remembered to attack and block based on their consciousness.

After exchanging a few punches on the ground, the two of them stood up again and continued to punch each other in the face.

The punches of both men were extremely terrifying. If they wanted to survive, they had to block these punches.

But how could they block them at this moment?

Their physical strength and consciousness could no longer allow them to think about more problems. Their faces were already stained with blood. Qiao Jiajin finally couldn't resist and was hit hard by Zhang Shan on the temple.

The power contained in this punch was far beyond his imagination. He only felt that his head suddenly turned to one side and his ears instantly rang.

He felt dizzy and all his consciousness was moving away from him.

The body of an ordinary person really couldn't knock down a mountain. Is it going to fall down now?

Although I am not a mountain, the things I carry on my body are heavier than a mountain.

"Master Rong, I can't do anything but fight. You saved me and Jiuzi. I will follow you and help you fight in the future."

"Liar, you have a brain and I have a fist. Let's cooperate?"

Only when I raised my fist did I feel that I really existed.

Only when I fought for others did I feel that I could really repay these favors.

Qiao Jiajin felt himself slowly falling in a pitch-black space, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

What should I do after I get out?

Repay a favor, or take revenge?

I don't know.

After all, the people who are important to me in this world are gone.

He slowly opened his eyes in the darkness and saw two young men in front of him running forward all the time, with words tattooed on their backs and smiles on their faces.

Compared with that time, this journey was particularly tiring.

The last time he was so tired was when he went to the casino with Rong Ye, and was chased and hacked by more than 30 people. He dragged Rong Ye while running and fighting, and was injured while fighting.

But there were too many of them. After beating one, there was another one, and after beating ten, there were still ten.

So is it over if I fall down?

Can I put down the things on my shoulders if I fall down?

If I fall down, Zhang Shan will open his "door" and rush in. Who can stop him?

His fists are as hard as steel, and his speed is as fast as bullets. His body is like a mountain. Even if he takes dozens of punches from me, he will not fall down.

So

Zhang Shan saw that Qiao Jiajin's center of gravity was unstable, so he took a step forward and threw another heavy punch. As long as this punch could hit the opponent's face, the fight would really be decided.

When the fist was only a few centimeters away from Qiao Jiajin's cheek, Qiao Jiajin stretched out his hand like a conditioned reflex and grasped Zhang Shan's huge fist.

"So I can't fall down"

"Even if I die, I can't fall down and die"

"As long as I'm still standing, the enemy dare not touch the person behind me"

Qiao Jiajin suddenly opened his eyes, roared and threw out his right fist, hitting Zhang Shan's face heavily.

Before Zhang Shan could react to what happened, he was hit by this fierce punch and retreated five steps. His eyes were instantly dark.

Zhang Shan thought to himself that it was not good, and quickly came to his senses and made a blocking posture.

What followed was Qiao Jiajin's stormy punches. The surge of adrenaline made the two of them feel no pain for a while. Zhang Shan simply gave up resisting and began to hit back at the opponent's fists.

Neither of them resisted anymore, but just punched the other's cheek woodenly.

The blood spurted out of their mouths and scattered everywhere. As the opponent's heavy punches flew away from their bodies, the entire "river" was dyed with blood-red stars.

There was a dead silence around, and only the sound of fist wind whirring and the sound of fists colliding from time to time could be heard.

Qiao Jiajin didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or the sequelae of being hit too many times. He couldn't see anything in front of his eyes, only a piece of red black.

But Zhang Shan was there.

As long as you punch him, you will hit him. He is there.

So you can't move a step, you can't retreat a step. If you take this step, you can't hit him anymore.

Ten punches, twenty punches.

The speed of the two punches gradually slowed down, but they still hit each other's head accurately.

More blood and more harsh wind sound drifted everywhere.

After dozens of punches, the two seemed to be motionless. Qiao Jiajin couldn't even speak. His ears were ringing and his mouth was dripping with blood, but the battle was still not over.

He slowly lowered his head, waiting for the fist that should have come but didn't come.

Zhang Shan is there.

Now that the opponent stopped, this is a good opportunity

Qiao Jiajin slowly raised his fist and stabbed a punch according to muscle memory.

But this punch missed.

Why did this punch miss?

Zhang Shan, did you retreat?

Did you retreat because you knew I couldn't see it?

Qiao Jiajin changed the angle, raised his arm with all his strength, and stabbed another punch.

Empty again.

Don't go, Qiao Jiajin thought to himself, I haven't fallen yet, you can't go.

As long as I'm still standing here, none of my teammates can move.

He could only turn his body again and punch the void again.

I don't know how many or dozens of punches he punched into the air, a pair of hands slowly pressed his shoulders, and then stretched out his hands to press his fists.

The owner of the hands whispered to him:

"The fist is fine, he fell down after hard work"

Qiao Jiajin was stunned for a long time after hearing this, his face was no longer conscious, so he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, he only remembered that he made an expression and then slowly fell down.

He didn't remember falling to the ground, but was supported again.

This time, he was supported by the thing on his shoulders.