Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"They call themselves, the League of Assassins."

When John Wick said the word "Assassin's League", Chen Yan was already confused. He didn't even bother to complain to his son anymore.

As long as you are a killer, you really have something to do with the world of killers, right?

Mainly, ordinary killer movies are considered normal. The content of "Assassin's League" is completely beyond the scope! Not to mention the ultra-long-distance sniping, sniping off the target's head with one shot from eight hundred miles away, using the "gun fighting technique" that can bend the bullet, is already outrageous!

The corner of Chen Yan's mouth twitched, and he didn't know how to complain for a while, because there were too many flaws.

"The owner of Destiny Textile Factory is called Wesley, and he is also the current leader of the League of Assassins. He is very strong. I have competed with him before, and his fighting skills gave me a headache." John looked at the petrified place. Chen Yan continued, seeming to be recalling the battle scenes, "Can you imagine? His bullets can turn! Although he was still very raw in fighting at that time, his fighting skills interested me very much. , but I have been busy with work and did not ask Wesley to learn that kind of skills until I retired. I think it should greatly enhance your strength."

"So after you two fight, who will win?" Chen Yan had given up thinking and directly asked his most curious question.

"We are tied." John lowered his head, "And I can guarantee that if I had to fight for my life with him, I might be seriously injured, but he would never feel better."

Look, this is the confidence of [Night Demon].

However, the next second, Chen Yan almost stopped laughing, and John said with some embarrassment: "After all, he and I are already old. I am already an old guy with half a foot in the coffin, and he is almost 50 years old now." , these two old men are risking their lives, no matter how powerful they are, they can't be much different."

"However, I can still do things like educating the younger generation." John changed the subject, and Chen Yan felt something was wrong, "You are here anyway, if I don't teach you something, Kane will Say my words don’t count.”

"Uh, co-author, Master Ye asked you to teach me a lesson, right..." Chen Yan said with a black line on his head, "As for... I just bought a set of kitchen utensils from him... "

"Come on, let's move around." John stretched out, stamped out the cigarette butt, then stood in an open space not far away and hooked his hand towards Chen Yan.

"Okay..." Chen Yan sighed and walked to the opposite side of John with a "happy" look on his face.

"Punch." John smiled at Chen Yan and said.

Chen Yan nodded, took a deep breath, and then punched John directly in the face.

"Snapped."

The smile on John's face did not change, but Chen Yan's fist was slapped away by John's slap in an instant. Chen Yan couldn't even feel the pain because John didn't seem to use much force at all!

"Go on," John said.

Chen Yan did not believe in evil and punched again. Chen Yan still held back his force just now. This time Chen Yan chose to use a little more force and the speed was much faster. After all, he could not let others feel that he was bullying an old man who was over fifty years old. …

"Snapped!"

There was another slap sound, and Chen Yan looked at his fist as if he had seen a ghost. Logically speaking, even if the strength and speed of the punch just now could be blocked under normal circumstances, it would still require corresponding strength to block it, but John Wick's hand seemed to have strange power, and he used only very light force to neutralize Chen Yan's force.

"Don't worry about me, just try harder." John said with a smile.

Chen Yan took a deep breath and nodded seriously. The muscles all over his body bulged and sweat evaporated. He had suddenly activated the [Extreme Martial Arts]! I saw Chen Yan's fist turned into an afterimage. This time Chen Yan used an uppercut, which could not be easily resolved!

"Snapped."

John's action made Chen Yan stunned. John's right hand turned into a claw and instantly clasped Chen Yan's wrist. With a little force, Chen Yan felt a sharp pain.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts... be gentle, be gentle." Chen Yan exclaimed with his teeth bared, while John nodded thoughtfully and let go of Chen Yan's hand.

"Well... when you punched me for the first time, you didn't punch very well and didn't use much force. You must have taken it into consideration. Maybe you thought I was too old and you were afraid of hurting me." John stroked his chin and said, "Second For the second punch, you should have let go slightly. Your fist has the feeling of karate, but it is not as straight as karate. It seems that there is a change of moves in it. Unfortunately, the speed is too slow. The action is very standard. If it hits the body, it will be real. It hurts, but it’s just pain.”

"The third punch, it can be seen that it was the time when you used all your strength. The strength and speed are very good, but your movements are a bit jerky. It should be due to a lack of control of power."

John thought for a while and continued: "What you need now is not to strengthen your body, but to learn how to control your body. To be honest, your strength and speed, even among the killers in the Continental Hotel, are not You're considered above average, and I don't think anyone can match you in terms of muscle density. However, your body can't keep up with your thinking. Many of your movements are jerky, as if you've learned it. There are a lot of basic skills, but I haven’t fully mastered them.”

At this moment, Chen Yan also started to think.

John was right. From beginning to end, all Chen Yan's abilities, including the fighting, shooting and even assassination skills he mastered, were all given to him by the system. It can be said that the foundation is very solid, but his own use is not that flexible. His body has been strengthened twice and is already much stronger than ordinary people, but it still makes Chen Yan feel inadequate.

"You don't have to be too discouraged. Your physical fitness is much better than mine, young man." John looked at the pensive Chen Yan and said with a smile, "As for why I can catch your attack and even neutralize your strength. , it’s all accumulated experience over many years of practice, and it has formed something like muscle memory, so you don’t have to underestimate yourself.”

Afterwards, John led Chen Yan to a water tank, pointed at the water tank and said to Chen Yan: "In your Yan country, there once was a martial arts master named Bruce Lee. I like what he said very much."

"A good martial artist is like water, because water is formless. Therefore, you cannot grab it and you cannot hurt it with your fists. Empty your mind. Formless and formless, like water. Pour water into a cup , it will take the shape of a cup; pour water into a bottle, it will take the shape of a bottle. Pour water into a teapot, and it will take the shape of a teapot. Water can flow quietly or violently .”

John looked at the thoughtful Chen Yan and said with a smile.

"You have to learn to be flexible, kid. Whether it's fighting or assassination, you can't let yourself stick to the formality. That will only make you passive."