Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

His body was sent flying backward by the blow.

The remaining half of the knife, which was hidden in its sheath, was also drawn completely during this opportunity.

Chapter 720: The Boxer

"careful----"

Tito's sudden scream was drawn out to the wolf's ears—her senses were far beyond those of ordinary people, and when she focused her mind, she often felt that the people around her had slowed down.

This extraordinary sense can sometimes become an obstacle in her life. For example, she may see or hear things unintentionally. She can also sense what others are saying behind her back, as long as they are not too far away.

When someone lies, their facial expression might not change, but she can directly observe details like their heartbeat and pupil size. Therefore, in most cases, she can see through a person's true thoughts. This ability also makes her unsure of how to conduct herself in social situations.

But at least for now, the wolf is incredibly grateful for its existence.

A sharp shard of glass is flying toward Tao.

Tito was quite a distance away, guiding guests onto the vehicles for the experience; she was about ten steps away. Wolf couldn't understand how she had noticed the shard of glass, but his immediate priority was to stop it!

Without thinking twice, she reached out and grabbed it.

"boom!"

Caught.

But the kinetic energy of the fragment... was almost equivalent to that of a bullet, hitting her palm directly. Flesh and blood flew everywhere. The wolf had a high pain tolerance, so she only raised her eyebrows slightly, groaned, and directly clamped the fragment between her left fingers and pulled it out of her flesh!

As the Rama Technique circulated, the wounds began to heal, hissing and steaming. Her eyes scanned the crowd rapidly, quickly settling on Qiao.

At a glance.

Without needing any extra words, in the instant their eyes met, the wolf realized its current predicament.

"Tito, get Tao out of here quickly!" she waved immediately, "Someone's..."

"Thump—!!"

Joe crouched low, his heels barely touching the ground, and like a nimble, agile hyena, he leaped forward. In a flash, Joe reached out with one hand, grabbed the wolf by the neck, and slammed it to the ground without holding back!

The high-backed chair behind the wolf was thus naturally smashed into pieces, like a prop made of foam.

The moment his neck was grabbed, the wolf's emerald pupils dilated again, and the rest of his sentence was cut off in his throat.

What a lot of strength.

Compared to my senior brother, there may still be some gaps, but I can already completely suppress myself in terms of strength.

Are there people born in America who are this strong?

Looking further up, Qiao's arm wasn't particularly thick, but the blue veins were unusually thick and solid, like small snakes, slowly throbbing under his skin.

Top-tier martial arts can reshape a person's physical body, like a complete transformation. My own Luo Mo Gong and my senior brother's Qi Hard Gong both have similar effects. As for these snake-like tendons, my senior brother had mentioned them to me before; they were the result of another top-tier martial art, a reshaping of the human body.

"Prajna Kung Fu?"

"..." Qiao's eyes changed slightly, and he tightened his grip with his five fingers.

"drink-!!"

The wolf wasn't about to give up so easily. With her neck caught, she used her strong legs to wrap around Joe's neck. Once the scissor twist was in place, Joe had no choice but to roll over in the direction of the wolf's force to avoid having his neck snapped.

Taking advantage of this opening, the wolf broke free from his grip, and the two got up again, as if they were back on the same starting line.

"Who are you?" A few inches of cold light flashed in his emerald eyes. "Who sent you?"

Joe remained silent, his eyes and expression unwavering, like a seasoned, skilled assassin.

……

Back when Tao hired him, Wolf was utterly baffled—at that time, he was still holed up in Dover Hill, tinkering with some obscure machines and relying on bizarre commissions to make ends meet. Why would such a nobody hire bodyguards? Even with the doors wide open, thieves might not be willing to break into your lab.

In retrospect, Tao's foresight is truly admirable.

He has always been confident that his inventions will change the world sooner or later.

Creating a new world means smashing the old world and its numerous networks of vested interests. Before their complete annihilation, there will be a fierce counterattack, and a defenseless scientist will be torn to pieces, falling before the dawn of the new world.

Right now, Tao's and his senior's interests are firmly intertwined, and Wolf has a thousand reasons to protect him.

What she didn't expect was that the first group of people who came to assassinate her would have such strength.

……

"Are you dumb?"

"..." Joe didn't speak, but he glanced at the gunmen to the side out of the corner of his eye.

His fingers dug deep into the tabletop, cracking and warping the wooden board under their pressure, yet his expression remained unchanged. He effortlessly lifted the table. Plates, dishes, and cutlery clattered and slid off the table, shattering on the floor. Joe lifted the six-person banquet table, raised it overhead, and hurled it at them like a discus thrower!

"Thump—!!"

Vigorously miracle.

In an instant, sawdust flew everywhere, dust billowed, and chaos erupted at the scene. Those who had come to participate probably never expected to witness such an exciting spectacle. As the crowd moved, his figure was temporarily obscured.

"boom--!!"

A short, powerful jab grazed the wolf's cheek, and the sharp wind from the punch actually left a bloody gash on her face.

Having temporarily resolved the interference from other directions, Joe focused on dealing with the girl before him. He adopted a highly professional stance, leaping across the ground with his toes. His fists were clenched, always guarding his chest, combining the jumps and punches in a coordinated manner. Coupled with the power of his Prajna Kung Fu, each short, fast jab possessed considerable lethality.

His punching style is different from the martial arts that Wolf is familiar with, but it is clear that he is supported by a great deal of technique and combat experience.

Fists rained down.

Realizing that his hooks and straight punches might be countered by the wolf, he changed his strategy and relied on footwork to only throw jabs, trying to compete with this troublesome girl in terms of speed.

Although... I haven't actually encountered a wolf even once so far.

It was as if she had a script; with her uncanny ability to anticipate and anticipate, she managed to turn the tables on you. Not only that, but as the fight progressed, she also figured out her opponent's style from their moves—they only used punches, while their legs were only used for movement and positioning to find better striking positions for their fists.

A classic Western boxer.

That makes things much easier!

"boom----!!"

The intensely imposing short punch grazed past the tip of his blond hair once more. Wolf seized the opportunity, crouched low, and slid in to attack his shin!

Chapter 721: Ah—————！ ！ ！

"?!"

Joe was taken aback.

The training methods for boxers are basically the same; there's no real distinction between different schools of thought. Even two completely different coaches will produce boxers who learn the same set of techniques. Ultimately, who wins or loses in the ring depends entirely on the individual boxer.

Starting in 1853, the rules of the London Boxing Championships included a ban on low punches, headbutts, and biting. This rule gained widespread support and spread to other countries where boxing is a sport, including America. Joe never needed to worry about anyone using such ground techniques on him in the ring, which they considered "lowbrow."

But across the ocean, wolves receive a completely different kind of education.

Humans are born with two arms and two legs. If you insist on restricting half of your limbs and preventing them from participating in an attack, isn't that just being a fool?

……

Joe retreated, his face contorted with utter disgust. He tried to grab the wolf off the ground, but bending down exposed his lack of ground fighting skills. The wolf instantly changed target, letting out a sharp cry, slamming its paws on the ground, and using the ground's momentum, its entire body sprang up like it was filled with springs! It then charged straight at Joe's face!

Joe looked somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting that such a petite girl could possess such unrestrained explosive power. But he also displayed the adaptability expected of a top Western boxer—he forcefully pushed off the ground with the balls of his feet, took a large step back with his back foot, stopped abruptly with his lower body, and pulled back with his upper body, barely managing to create a fist's distance for himself.

One punch.

A cannonball-like punch landed on the girl's liver.

The girl's seemingly small fist, however, was like a well-honed weapon, thrusting straight towards his jaw.

"Thump—!!!"

Blood for blood!

Both were thrown back by each other's force, but in terms of sheer strength, Qiao, who practiced the Prajna Technique, undoubtedly had the advantage.

The wolf was slammed heavily onto the ground, instantly shattering a section of the stone slab. Then, her body sprang back up, stretching and dissipating the force in mid-air. Through a near-perfect rotation, she neutralized most of the impact from the powerful blow to her liver and kidneys. The remaining force was further neutralized through the circulation of the Rama Technique.

Her light figure landed on the ground, her toes twirling slightly, like an elegant ballerina.

"?!" Joe's pupils dilated slightly, showing his confusion. His lips moved a few times, as if he was about to unconsciously utter a curse.

Before this, he had always prided himself on being the king of damage dealers. With the blessing of the Prajna Kung Fu, even ordinary hooks, jabs, and swings could produce cannonball-like effects. This was the first time he had been outmaneuvered by a seemingly slender girl during a damage exchange.

jaw……

The boxer's "glass chin" was struck, and frankly, more deadly than the pain itself was the persistent dizziness. This dizziness equally weakened all senses, to the point that even the pain wasn't so clear, which was a fatal thing in the ensuing fight.

He still didn't speak.

The sound of wind rushing through the air came from behind, and Qiao felt something was wrong. His body was drowning in dizziness, and his ability to sense danger also decreased!

"Sa!"

The blade grazed his hair; had it been just a fraction later, it would have sliced ​​off his ear.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jin, having missed with his first strike, slashed again, this time directly from behind, showing absolutely no regard for samurai honor.

Sweep downwards.

Pick up.

Diagonal slash.

A horizontal slash.

Like flowing water, the relentless slashes aimed every single one at vital points. Joe, still reeling from the dizziness, struggled to dodge, looking utterly disheveled. This incredibly strong boxer was forced to retreat repeatedly by a thin piece of metal.

As the enemy retreated, I advanced. Ren suppressed the enemy with one hand, his blade flashing. With a final strike, he finally left a wound on the enemy's shoulder.

Blood gushes out.

The pain spurred Joe into a rage that, ironically, jolted him out of the daze caused by the blow to his jaw. Instead of retreating, he clamped his hands together, and with a snap, caught the blade in his bare hands. The immense force transmitted through his palms prevented Ren from bringing the katana down; the strike seemed stuck in a crevice.

Joe curled his lips into a smug smile.

Ren's expression remained unchanged. He released his grip, drew his second wakizashi from his waist, and with a swift movement, plunged it into Joe's shoulder.

laugh!

Blood flowed.

"Ughhhhhhh!"

Joe opened his mouth and let out a scream, his eyes filled with incredulous rage. He endured the excruciating pain of his injury, like a bull roused by blood, raising his neck and launching a fierce attack on Ren's forehead!

"Thump—!!"

Foreheads bumping against foreheads.

Before he could react, he was sent flying, smashing tables and chairs in his path to pieces. The moment he drew his wakizashi, Joe's expression went out of control again, contorted with rage. He grabbed a square table, raised it above his head, and was about to smash it down on Jin.

Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist from behind.

"?!"

"Hahahaha—!!"

Before he could regain his footing, Joe heard a wild laugh behind him. His body was lifted above his opponent's head and thrown to the ground in a bridge-like fall! He had heard of the destructive power of this move, so he dared not be careless. He wrapped his arms around his neck to avoid breaking his neck upon landing and dying.

"boom---!!"

The famous "bomb drop" was so powerful that it was as if a real bomb had been dropped on the spot, almost burying Joe's upper body completely into the ground.

Drago did a somersault, flipping himself up from the ground and grinning, giving him an incredibly healthy smile.

“Since we’re going to compare strength…” He cracked his wrists, making a snapping sound, and laughed, “shouldn’t we find an evenly matched opponent?”

……

A trickle of blood flowed from Jin's forehead, but he overcame it with sheer willpower. With a roar, he punched his chest and stood up as if nothing had happened. The wakizashi was thrown far away, and he held the katana in one hand and reached for the kunai in his pocket with the other.

As a qualified warrior, he is ready to fight in any situation, and he always carries these hidden weapons with him.

Ah Tian, ​​who has not yet participated in the fight, assumed the standard Muay Thai starting stance, his ribbons fluttering slightly in the wind.

The wolf leaped lightly in front of him, blocking his last escape route.

"Don't kill him, keep him alive!" Mike dispersed the remaining guests, turned back, and shouted, "We have to get something out of him, otherwise, we won't be able to explain ourselves when he comes back."