Chapter 86: Burn a knife

Tagore hit Lin Rui's shoulder with a heavy punch, which was originally aimed at his heart.し Tagore knows the power of this punch, if it is hit in the right place, it can completely impact the heart. The blunt impact of the heart can cause the contraction of the myofibril sarcomeres of the heart, and even the rupture of the myofibrils, which can cause heart contusion, platelet adhesion and accumulation, and even thrombosis, causing serious damage to the ultrastructure of the myocardium.
This is a fierce killing technique that kills people without seeing blood, and the only requirement of this technique is power, speed and accuracy.
Tagore's body is burly, and his tyrannical muscles contain extremely dangerous explosive power. He is also fast enough, and even has a record of punching through a training bag. However, Lin Rui is not a sandbag, nor would he stand there waiting for him to fight. So Tagore's fierce punch didn't hit Lin Rui's heart but hit his left shoulder severely. But even so, this punch almost knocked Lin Rui away.
Lin Rui's body was almost beaten with his feet off the ground, and he floated backwards. When he finally staggered and stood firmly, Lin Rui already knew that his shoulder was dislocated. The shoulder under the severe pain swelled up almost immediately, with a burning pain, and the left arm was hanging softly, unable to move at all. He leaned against the wire fence behind him pale.
Tagore succeeded in his punch, but he was still pressing forward: "Chinese, are you still so confident now? Come and continue!" Tagore's violent roar drew wild applause from the crowd. The mercenaries laughed wildly and shrill whistles. They knew that Tagore was about to win, and the yellow-skinned Chinese was about to end.
This sentiment infected Tagore to a large extent, and he grinned, suddenly a low, rattlesnake hiss in his throat. At this moment, his people rushed towards Lin Rui, the figure flashed, and he slammed Lin Rui's throat with a palm. This is the hand knife in Jiu-Jitsu! And his shot was quick, accurate and fatal!
Lin Rui seemed to want to dodge backwards, but suddenly, the edge of his palm had been cut to Tagore's wrist. In the critical moment, he still did not lose his calmness. Tagore didn't seem to see his movements at all, and leaped towards him like a bull.
As long as he could slash the opponent's throat with his hand knife, that was his only purpose. As for whether he is alive or dead, he doesn't care at all. This is the real scariest part of Tagore, and even more terrifying than his hand knife is his bravery.
Behind him was the barbed wire of the octagonal cage, Lin Rui had to step back, but suddenly, when he turned, his right leg was kicked out from behind, kicking on the opponent's wrist. Tagore's hand knife was finally smashed away, but at the same moment, Tagore had turned his back and swung his fist, hitting the bridge of his nose. When Lin Rui raised his hand to block, Tagore suddenly changed the line of his punch, exhausted his whole strength, and hit Lin Rui's ribs.
This tower-like giant not only possesses amazing speed and power, but also knows how to deceive! But even though his attack was vicious, he had already sold his whole person to Lin Rui. Even though his punch could break Lin Rui's ribs, his own head was in a defenseless state. Except for Tagore, no one would use this desperate play, and no one would use it. Because not everyone is as strong as this bull. He didn't care if someone punched him, but he was able to end the battle with a punch.
But Lin Rui's body suddenly flashed, and he had passed the punch and clamped his right arm. Because of Tagore's low body, he was almost completely in Lin Rui's arms. After Lin Rui clamped his arm, he twisted his body abruptly. Anti-joint technology! Tagore's forearm was almost broken alive.
But Tagore gritted his teeth and hit Lin Rui's abdomen with his knee. But Lin Rui had already guarded his hand, bent his elbow and sank, hitting the tendon above his knee joint. That was where the muscles and ligaments were connected, and the feeling of torn ligaments broke Tagore's heart.
The cold sweat had rolled off his face like a bean, but his left hand was still waving, gritting his teeth and smashing Lin Rui's chest. Lin Rui's hand was immediately grasped by Lin Rui, as if a steel hoop suddenly appeared on his wrist, and he couldn't even hold his fist. This is the only right hand that Lin Rui can move. One hand and shoulder of Lin Rui dislocated, and one of Tagore's forearm broke. Now the two of them have equal opportunities. And after this hand was controlled, Tagore was equivalent to being completely restrained all over his body.
But he still has a mouth.
He suddenly roared, biting Lin Rui's throat like a beast. Against the background of his black skin, his teeth appeared white and sharp.
Lin Rui couldn't help sighing, and suddenly released the hand that was holding his wrist. Instead, he fisted and hit Tagore's nose head-on. The punch was extremely heavy, and Tagore was immediately beaten out and fell two meters away, his dark face was full of blood. But Tagore was still struggling, and wanted to come forward again.
Lin Rui looked at him and sighed softly, "Now you should know if I have the ability to knock you down, why are you willing to believe it?"
Tagore got up, fell down again, stared at him with spiteful eyes, his throat was still low, and suddenly roared: "Chinese, come and kill me if you have a kind."
Lin Rui didn't go there and didn't want to kill him. Working desperately in the octagonal iron cage to kill people in one breath was not something Lin Rui was willing to do. For whatever reason, he was unwilling to do it. He turned around slowly, just wanting to leave here quickly.
But at this moment, he suddenly realized that Tagore's whole person seemed to have completely changed.
This desperate person seemed to heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Lin Rui turning around. The whole person softened, and the vicious and vicious look in his eyes turned into a relieved expression. He knew that Lin Rui would no longer kill him, he knew that he could already live. The desperate appearance of him just now was just a gesture for survival.
Because he knew that if he didn't do this, he might die faster. Just as he wants others to be afraid of him, just to conceal his inner fear-the fear of death is also the fear of life.
"Is this really a world of cannibalism?"
"Does one have to hurt others in order to survive?"
Lin Rui's heart seemed to be tingling. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable sympathy and compassion for people living in this kind of world--this feeling was as deep as his disgust. He couldn't help but looked back at Tagore again, a cold look like a blade, but with a cruel sneer and pity.
When Tagore saw this look, he immediately realized that this person had completely seen him through. This is even more painful than being knocked to the ground. "Chinese, you can't go!" He suddenly shouted again: "Since you have come here, you are dead! You are the same as us, you will die here one day! You are not qualified to use such a look Look at me, no!!!"
He shouldn't have said this sentence. But a person whose dignity has been hurt will always say something that should not be said. It seemed like something was going to be restored, but it was actually irretrievable.
Lin Rui didn't say anything but walked out of the octagonal cage quietly. In the original noisy wooden house, there was dead silence. Lin Rui was still calm and calm, his 1.78-meter figure was slightly thin among these sturdy men. But everyone looked at Lin Rui as if they were looking at a beast full of danger. Because it was this person who just knocked down the most dangerous melee killing expert in the African branch to the ground, in full view.
Lin Rui walked over with his shoulders, and Zhao Jianfei smiled lightly, "Hold it up." After he pulled his arm around, Lin Rui's shoulder made a soft noise. Lin Rui frowned tightly, and the severe pain in the shoulder was relieved by the joint reset.
"I think you need this, I'll have today's wine." Zhao Jianfei pushed him a glass of wine on the table. Lin Rui picked up the glass and drank it. Chinese liquor is the strongest liquor in the world. After drinking, the cold liquid can instantly ignite the temperature of the entire stomach and esophagus, just like the soul is burning.
Lin Rui let out a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "It's so fierce!" He only seemed to notice the strangeness of the people around him, and couldn't help frowning, "What's the matter with them? Why did you suddenly become quiet."
"This is because they are afraid of you, and those girls like you. Because you just defeated a strong man here. The strong man convinces men and makes women obsessed. It's as simple as that." Zhao Jianfei raised his glass.
"I'm not a strong one." Lin Rui shook his head. "Neither is Tagore, not even you and Silver Wolf. Let alone these girls who betrayed themselves for money. Do you know? There is one thing you are wrong. Actually. I like these girls because they are very similar to us. In a sense, mercenaries are no different from bitches. We sell everything for money."
"Haha, good point. In fact, the whole world is a virtue, selling for money. The workers in the factory sell their own production skills, these girls sell the skills to serve men, and we sell Combat technology. It's just that we are all the same, and I don't know who is the buyer." Zhao Jianfei couldn't help laughing while holding his glass. "I was indeed wrong. I'm so confidant, to respect you!"
Just as a few of them were talking and drinking while laughing, they suddenly heard a rapid buzzing sound. Zhao Jianfei looked down at the communicator he was carrying, his face suddenly changed, and turned to Lin Rui, "Something has happened, there may be a task, let's go."
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