Matrix Survival: One random treasure chest per day

Chapter 608 A Simple Punch

Yagyu Kendo emphasizes simple and quick moves, aiming to kill the enemy with a single strike.

In the past, when Sarutobi Uraku practiced, he confined himself to the techniques taught at the Yagyu Dojo, only knowing how to rigidly execute and execute moves.

Until Li Zheng appeared and made a deal with Misaka Tsuchiemon, stripping her of all her swordsmanship insights, leaving her only with basic memories.

When she started practicing again from the beginning, because her memory had become somewhat fuzzy, she stumbled upon the true meaning of Yagyu Kendo while figuring it out on her own.

The long, narrow samurai sword moved with lightning speed, aiming straight for the executor's neck, displaying an aura of determination that would not cease until the attack killed the enemy.

"Not bad sword intent." The executor praised, raised his fist and punched, accurately hitting the side of the katana and deflecting the blade.

With a twist of her slender waist, Sarutobi Yuro leaped into the air and flipped three times horizontally before landing, dissipating the impact of the opponent's punch.

"Compared to that, your fists are like roadside weeds, crude and vulgar!"

On the other side, Yu Xiaoyu's punch was only a fraction slower than Sarutobi Amuro's, but the evaluations she received were worlds apart.

The executor raised his other hand to meet the attack, and his iron fist collided with Yu Xiaoyu's.

However, unexpectedly, he was unable to defeat Yu Xiaoyu. Instead, he felt a continuous surge of power coming from her fist.

邆, 邆, 邆.

After taking three steps back, the executor looked at Yu Xiaoyu with astonishment: "What kind of boxing technique is this?"

"This is a socialist military boxing style... a modified version that combines the techniques of Tongbei Quan and Tai Chi, specifically designed to beat blind idiots like you!" Yu Xiaoyu clenched her fists and struck a pose that resembled both the starting stance of Tai Chi and Wing Chun, a hybrid of both.

She comes from a military family and was immersed in the military atmosphere from a young age, systematically learning military boxing.

Later, after spending a long time in the army, I learned a lot of miscellaneous martial arts from soldiers from all over the country.

It wasn't until she went to high school and the academic pressure became increasingly heavy that she gradually neglected her studies, and her figure also changed, resulting in the chubby girl she was seen with during a blind date in Fengshan.

After a failed blind date and a blow to her spirits, she picked up her old boxing routine again, mainly to lose weight.

Unexpectedly, while losing weight, she actually integrated all the miscellaneous boxing techniques she had learned before, creating a set of boxing techniques that suited her.

“You two are somewhat decent, not the kind of useless trash who fight solely based on their genetic abilities.” The executor became serious: “You are worth fighting.”

Regardless of the level of genetic ability, there is an upper limit to its improvement. For races without inherited genetic abilities, choosing to develop genetic abilities is a quick way to become stronger.

However, for those races that have a racial heritage and whose main means of becoming stronger is to enhance themselves and improve their combat skills, they disdain even the strongest genetic abilities.

Similarly, they also look down on types that rely solely on firearms and other weapons as their primary means of combat, because weapons are inanimate and their power is limited. Moreover, firearms can sometimes malfunction, which can be extremely fatal.

Therefore, in the outer city, the real strongmen all follow the path of self-reliance, at most forging some melee weapons with matching strength to increase their lethality.

"Enough talk, take this!" Yu Xiaoyu glanced at Yuanfei Yulu, who had recovered. Although they couldn't see each other's eyes, they seemed to have a telepathic connection and attacked at the same time, engaging in a fierce battle with the executor.

Tchaikov was in a daze, but eventually regained some of his senses and struggled to get up. He then discovered that he was seriously injured, with almost all of his ribs broken. Fortunately, the broken bones did not pierce his heart, but some of them were compressing his lungs.

"Cough...cough cough...pfft!"

After coughing a few times and expelling a mouthful of stagnant blood from his respiratory tract, Tchaikov also took out a set of nanobots and poured them into his mouth.

He saw someone fighting that terrifying opponent and opened his mouth as if to warn them to be careful of that strange attack method.

But the unbearable pain in his chest forced him to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Erbatu mingled in the crowd, his eyes flickering as he looked at his former teammates lying on the ground.

After a while, he took a few steps back and quietly walked around behind the onlookers.

He broke ties with his previous team the moment Li Zheng eliminated him in the previous round, causing him to fail to advance.

Seeing Li Zheng leading everyone in a fight against a group of powerful figures, he began to consider joining forces with those powerful figures.

"These two are clearly helping Li Ruizhou. If I launch a sneak attack, I can definitely help this expert end the battle quickly."

Erbatu approached the battlefield, then suddenly jumped out from behind the crowd, an ice ball forming in his palm. He hurled it at Sarutobi Yuro, shouting, "Boss, I'm here to help you!"

"roll!"

To everyone's surprise, the executor was not grateful. When faced with the two working together, he suddenly leaped high into the air, punched the ice puck to pieces, and then slammed it into Erbatu's head.

Bang!
The fragile head split open like a watermelon, and blood mixed with brain matter sprayed out from under the hood, landing all over the ground.

"You trash don't deserve to fight alongside me!"

The executor uttered these cold words without glancing at Erbatu's soon-to-be-cold corpse. He had no interest in such a waste who relied on genetic abilities, and he considered it a disgrace to fight alongside such a waste.

His honor must not be tarnished by such trash!

After killing Erbatu with a single punch, Sarutobi Yuro and Yu Xiaoyu paused, retreating in shock.

The opponent hasn't even gone all out yet!

It should be noted that the physical strength of all of them was limited to a certain level by the terminal. Since the other party was able to kill one person with one blow, it means that he could kill them in the same way before!
“I despise trash, but I admire trash who dares to attack me and fight me… or rather, trash who isn’t so trash.” The Executor slowly turned around, his large mouth with sharp teeth under his hood grinning smugly, revealing a cruel smile: “Warm-up complete. Now, let me taste the flavor of slaughter.”

Before he finished speaking, his body vanished from the spot.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of Sarutobi Yuraku. The violent killing intent frantically stimulated Sarutobi Yuraku's nerves, causing her pupils to involuntarily contract.

"First."

Clenching his fist, throwing a punch, the executor delivered a simple straight punch to Sarutobi Amuro as if it were a casual gesture.

This seemingly ordinary punch, even before it hit its mark, filled Sarutobi Amuro with despair.

Can't escape!

Can’t answer!
I……

will die!

As Sarutobi Yuro's thoughts raced, many figures seemed to flash through her mind: her mother, her father whom she had always hated, her father's first wife, and the boy in the suit. Finally, the image settled on a slightly indifferent face.

"world!"

"One cut!"

An overwhelming fighting spirit erupted, shaking everyone's minds and making them tremble.

The hair on the executor's back stood on end, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast from ancient times. Instinctively, he dissipated the force of his attack and quickly dodged to the side.

(End of this chapter)