Chapter 2409: Universal Martial Arts

If I were Alice, I would definitely fall in love with myself, and I would love myself deeply.
I think I am also a double-decade freshman, with good facial features, a tall posture, a brave posture, and strong strength...at least among my peers, I am one of the few strong.
Such a young and promising...and a lot of money, and in the face of danger, can stand up, stand in front of women, be beaten and knifed for them, it is a model of a perfect husband!
Glancing at Alice secretly, the woman still had a weak expression, sitting softly on the ground, a pair of pretty and angry staring at the approaching assassin, she didn't even see me in her eyes.
Meow, white outfit is cool!
It is simply my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the cottage.
Who can understand the sadness at this moment?
The assassins were very cautious, and even if they were facing a rookie like me, they appeared to be on the verge of an enemy.
This is the difference between an assassin and a warrior.
Warriors wield spears, swords, and machetes, and screamed and rampaged, like a human-shaped rhino.
The assassin is always cautious, like a tarantula, always lurking, waiting for opportunities.
This may also have something to do with the professional nature of the assassins. Regardless of the number of soldiers killed in battle, they often die vigorously, and even if they die, they will not corpses on the streets. Generally, their companions will converge their corpses and bring them back to the adventure. The home base will be taken away by relatives for resettlement. If there is no relative, the base staff will be taken to the corpse for centralized treatment.
But the assassins are not. They do dark things. Almost half of the dead assassins will be dug a hole and buried on the spot. Their relatives don't even know whether they are alive or dead.
As for those assassins who were casually dug and buried, they can only silently decay in the soil, their souls returning to the of creation, turning into the ashes of spring.
Therefore, the assassin who took the task, even if the target is weak, will show extra caution.
Just like the several assassins I faced at this moment, they were slowly advancing, pressing step by step, daggers and crossbow arrows, all shaking hands. It was obvious that only a few vertical leaps could give me a fatal blow, but they were too cautious.
This group of assassins gave me the feeling that they were forced to accept the task reluctantly. Because the task was not what they wanted, they were passive and sabotaged. While slowly approaching me, they thought about how to give up the task perfectly— -Not only to save the family life, but also to allow employers to accept this result.
Of course, the above are all my obscenities.
Although the assassins reacted negatively and sabotaged their work, their wolf-like ferocious eyes had already explained everything.
I clenched my fists tightly and condensed the killing intent. The black and red killing intent was like a light gauze mist, which precipitated from the pores and quickly piled up and covered my hands in just a few seconds.
Thanks to Otato's more than one urging, it allowed me to spend a certain amount of time every day to condense the killing intent. Now, within the controllable range, I can send and receive freely.
But I have never dared to overuse the killing intent. For this, Odachi warned me more than once. Once overused, my sanity is very likely to be controlled by the killing intent again, and I will become a killer only again. The walking dead.
In the past, the strength was weak and the physical strength was average. As long as I exhausted 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 it. Me.
I don't want to kill innocent people on a large scale, and I don't want to die, so I still use the killing intent as appropriate.
But I can assure you that the assassins will never act on their own discretion.
When the assassins were five meters away from me, they stopped again, arching like a shrimp.
This is a precursor to an outbreak.
Ahhhhh! They are going to attack! These nasty assassins! I will definitely make your assassination unforgettable!
The fist was clenched and creaked lightly. It was the harsh rubbing sound of the meteorite. I have already decided. The first wave of attacks will be met with my purest physical skills!
Some people may question, I am a soldier, or a swordsman, where does the physical skill come from?
This is a bit dogmatically low!
After all, we are here from the blue planet, so when I was in school, I was able to practice martial arts, right?
Okay, I admit that I have forgotten about the military sports boxing. Only the starting style is left in my heart, and the starting style alone cannot frighten the enemy.
but!
Before the military sports boxing, I had studied a universal martial arts day and night. Although the masses, it was fierce and fierce. Once it is used, seven or eight people may not be able to get close!
This skill has an easy-to-understand name-Wang! Eight! fist!
That's right!
It's Wangbaquan!
This city of men and women, the universal martial arts suitable for all ages, is displayed, like a king swimming in the water, invincible, the only drawback is that there is a gap on both sides, which is easy to be shaded.
But at this moment, it's a fight for life, so you can take care of so much, so it's swift!
So I decided to fight for the shameless face, abandon the demeanor, and use the eight punches to fight against the assassin who dared to attack me.
The assassin who had already gathered his momentum, finally couldn't bear the desire to kill, one by one, arrows that seemed to leave the string rushed towards me.
At the moment when the body was lifted from the ground, a black behemoth, silently, sprang out from one side of the bushes, its momentum like a rainbow, its sound like thunder, fierce like a wild boar, wolves rushing, flying sand and rocks, carrying the wind. With leaves, rampage.
The assassins were in mid-air and couldn't avoid them. They were stunned by the black thing.
Oooh! The six powerful assassins didn’t even have a chance to make an appearance. They were knocked out, like droplets of water crashing on a rock, flying around, flying and shouting, flying. The posture is extremely wonderful, such as the octopus dancing in the air, the sound of the call is particularly tactful, like a group of lively called donkeys.
They flew and flew, screamed and screamed, and finally turned into silence with a lively noise of crackling.
Of the six assassins comparable to national power, two of them had their unlucky heads hitting a tree, and they were still hardwood trees. They stopped moving on the spot. They didn't know if they fainted or died on the spot.
Another one, after breaking two trees, was hung on the trunk of the third tree, hung on it like air-dried meat, his head not touching the sky, his feet not touching the ground, not even a fulcrum, and he was seriously injured. , Her body was in severe pain, her limbs were weak, and she didn't even have the strength to struggle, so she gave up struggling like a salted fish.
The remaining three people were not so lucky. Two of them fell in front of Bakar and were burned to skewers on the spot. Another one, unbiased, hit the protruding torso of the hardwood tree, puffed, and was worn. It’s a pair, it’s not dead, but it’s almost there.
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