Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

Chapter 483 131: Knife fight
(Just after hanging the water, the whole ward was hospitalized after it was sunny. It was really spectacular!)
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Putting on airs, this clearly means that he is an airing.

What Qiu Heseng hates most is that people say that the martial arts skills he has been studying day and night are just a show. If it was the past, he would have broken the opponent's arm and stuffed it into his mouth.

But today's situation is quite special, and the reason is very simple, he is not as skilled as others.

"Whether it is strong or not, you have to go through two moves before you can see the outcome."

Before the words fell to the ground, Qiu Heseng rushed out and came in front of Long Wu, with a knife in his hand, he rushed to the heart.

Facing the sudden attack without martial ethics, Long Wu did not panic. After all, he had seen all the despicable moves in the rainforest.

In order to survive, don't do anything!

Although he could understand it in his heart, Long Wu's steel and iron grips were not idle. He directly grabbed Qiu Heseng's hand and pressed down desperately, so that the opponent's body would loosen and he could not continue to attack.

With his hands busy and his feet not idle, he directly slammed his knee into Qiu Heseng's forehead.

One hand was restrained, so Qiu Heseng could only use the other hand to cover his forehead, and received the blow firmly.

The copper hammer smashed the drum, and the taste was not very pleasant.

His eyes were red, his mouth was sweet, and his ears were buzzing. Now Qiu Heseng finally understood what it means to be deaf and deaf.

The head was severely injured, and the speed of his hands and feet slowed down a bit.

Taking advantage of his illness and killing him, Long Wu didn't give Qiu Heseng a chance to get up, and bumped his nose several times with his knee.

The dark red nosebleeds soaked the green army trousers, but this trivial matter did not stop the fight.

The bewildered Qiu Heseng who was kicked couldn't hold his posture at all, so he could only roll over with a lazy donkey, pulled away from his body, and escaped from Long Wu's punches and kicks.

"The fist is not hard enough!"

Qiu Heseng, who was covered in muddy water, got up from the ground in embarrassment, wiped the blood on his nose with his hand, and said bravely.

Dead duck mouth hard!
As for this young man's kung fu, Long Wu had a thorough understanding of it.

If it is in the society, it is indeed the material of the red stick, and even has the strength to compete for the double bonus red stick with small letters.

If you practice hard for a few years, you can make some achievements.

But it's a pity that this kid has no extra time to grow up.

"I hope your fist is harder than your mouth."

Not wanting to waste any more time, Long Wu just said something lightly, and strode up to Qiu Heseng, whipping his leg fiercely, attacking his waist.

He raised his knee and kicked sideways, blocking this powerful blow.

To survive from death, one needs to improve one's concentration, so Qiu Heseng was more careful, and tentatively punched, heading straight to the ribs.

Long Wu, who was as immovable as a mountain, saw through the opponent's plan at a glance, just took a step back, and made a head-on move.

Fist against fist, they collided firmly. This is a competition of endurance, and it depends on who can't stand it first.

I don't know if it's the desire to survive, Qiu Heseng gritted his teeth and stiffened without taking a step back, just wanting to regain some chances of winning.

The expressionless Long Wu smiled for the first time in the battle. The opponent in front of him has become a little more interesting.

Sometimes willpower matters and it can work wonders.

Qiu Heseng swung a few punches fiercely, trying to crush the opponent's punch, but the force of the feedback from the fist was getting stronger each time.

Two martial arts masters are like two naive children, competing with each other.

After more than a dozen punches, Qiu Heseng couldn't take it anymore. He felt that what he was facing was not a fist, but an iron wall.

Doubts arise in my heart, whether I can win or not, and then I become timid, wanting to change my style of play and my way of life.

The principle of fighting is similar to that of a stonemason smashing a stone. You can only hit one after another until the stone is smashed into pieces.

Looking at the flustered eyes of the opponent, Long Wu knew that the game was over.

The first dozen times were just playing around with this little bastard, but the next one was for real.

With one mind and one mind, this time the force on the fist was maximized, and it hit Qiu Heseng directly, wanting to see if he could grit his teeth and continue.

Hearing the sound of fists piercing the air, Qiu Heseng yelled in his heart that it was not good, but at this critical moment, he could not retreat, so he could only bite the bullet and throw a punch, competing for strength with the big fool opposite.

But as soon as he touched it, he knew that this punch was not something he could take.

My fist was like tofu, I couldn't resist it at all, and the heart-piercing pain quickly spread to my brain.

"what"

Qiu Heseng couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted involuntarily, unable to lift his whole arm, and kept backing away.

It was impossible for Long Wu to miss such a good opportunity. He quickly took two steps forward, water splashed everywhere, and soon came to Qiu Heseng, and punched him in the chest.

Facing such a fierce attack, Qiu Heseng could no longer resist, and was still punched by Long Wu's fists.

The weight of the punch was so heavy that his whole body was knocked out and he slid half a meter on the water.

He fell into the water and coughed non-stop. The rainwater under his body, which was originally clear to the bottom, began to become cloudy and red.

In just a few minutes of the beating, there were more than a dozen wounds on his body, and his entire right hand felt as if it had been hit by a car, and he couldn't lift it up at all.

Killing God was walking over step by step, he could only grit his teeth, and touched the only left hand that could move to his lower back.

Qiu Heseng's sneaky tricks did not escape Long Wu's eyes. Although the brothers detected that the other party did not bring a guy, they had to take precautions to avoid capsizing the boat in the gutter.

But the thing that came out was, disappointingly, just a dagger.

This is trying to confront me!
Long Wu shook his head disdainfully, took out a saber from his back waist, and gave Qiu Heseng enough time to get up quickly and accompany him through this boring rainy night.

Climbing out of the puddle, Qiu Heseng wiped the rainwater off his face, held the knife with his left hand with difficulty, and prepared for a new round of desperate efforts.

With the last bit of strength in his body, he was the first to start the attack, slashing at Long Wu's neck.

The edge of the blade appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, Long Wu picked up the blade to block it, then stuck the American saber in his hand to the blade, and slashed at Qiu Heseng's only wrist that could move.

The two sides made moves, but neither left a way for each other to survive. They both thought that they could kill with one blow.

It was impossible for Qiu Heseng not to care about his left hand that was finally able to move, so he could only take a few steps back, and the knife in his hand blocked the opponent's attack.

The blades clashed with each other, sparks splashed, and there was a tooth-piercing sound.

Seeing that the little bastard escaped his best tricks, Long Wudao swiped his carotid artery from bottom to top with a reverse motion.

　My body is still very weak, I can write as much as I can, please understand!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)