Dream Guide

Hou Biao took off his sun hat, put the gun inside the hat, and put the hat on the ground.

He took a small step forward, bending his legs slightly to keep his center of gravity stable without losing flexibility. He made fists with both hands and crossed them in front of his chest, arched his back, lowered his shiny bald head slightly, and buried it between his fists to block his face, leaving only his eagle-like eyes staring at Aoki.

Since leaving the underground boxing ring, Hou Biao has not shown such a posture for a long time. After becoming a mercenary, the goal has changed from defeating the opponent to killing the opponent, and many skills in the boxing ring will be useless. In terms of killing skills, of course a soldier is very good, but in one-on-one unarmed combat, no matter how powerful a soldier is, he cannot defeat a first-rate professional fighter.

Hou Biao is an excellent mercenary. There are traces of his battles everywhere in the rainforests of Africa, the Middle East and South Asia. He is also a first-class fighter. He has achieved 43 goals in 46 fights in his career. A record of winning three times and knocking out opponents thirty times. Whether in the mercenary market or in the underground boxing ring in Thailand, his nickname "Monkey" was quite famous back then. Although his current skills are not as good as before, in a city like Wuzhong, he really hasn't encountered any opponents.

Aoki still had the same lazy look, with his back slightly hunched, as if he had just stayed up all night in an Internet cafe and yawned. But he took out his hands that had been in his trouser pockets and curled his fingers slightly.

Hou Biao vaguely heard a few slight cracks of joints, and the sound was crunchy. He knew that only a true practitioner could make such a sound without moving. He glanced at the straps on Aoki's feet, and then suddenly rushed out like a leopard, hitting Aoki directly in the face with a straight fist.

Qingmu moved his steps slightly, leaning to one side to avoid Hou Biao's fist. At the same time, he raised his right hand like a knife and slashed horizontally. What he used was obviously not a modern fighting technique, but a technique similar to ancient martial arts. He didn't know why he used such a move, he just used it instinctively.

Hou Biao expected that his punch would definitely miss, so he did not use all his strength in the punch. When he saw Aoki sideways dodging, he had already stopped the force of his punch, raised his left arm to block Aoki's palm strike, and struck out with his right leg. The whip leg hits Aoki's center leg.

Qingmu hit Hou Biao's arm with a palm, as if it was chopped on a steel plate, only to realize that this man's muscles were far stronger than imagined. At this time, Biao's whip leg has arrived. Qingmu pressed down with his left hand, holding down the tibia of Hou Biao's calf. He grabbed it with five fingers and sucked it on his leg like a suction cup. Then he pushed it outward, and Hou Biao The gap in the lower plate is exposed. Aoki raised his left foot, flicked his leg, and kicked out the pull board towards Hou Biao's crotch.

Hou Biao didn't expect Qingmu's reaction to be so quick, and the grip on his palm was beyond his expectation. He almost lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground. But he had rich fighting experience and knew that if he had an opening, the opponent would definitely attack his crotch. Without thinking, the right fist he had just withdrawn hit his crotch, just hitting Aoki's raised fist. On the instep.

There was a snap and the moment fists and feet connected, they both shook at the same time. Hou Biao felt the back of his hand was numb and his knuckles hurt terribly. He unconsciously loosened his fingers and shook them. Aoki's instep was not much better, as if he had just been kicked by an iron hammer.

The two of them transformed and exchanged steps, and exchanged a few more moves, all of which were lightning flashes, regardless of victory or defeat.

Hou Biao became more and more addicted to fighting and felt like he was back in the boxing ring back then. But in the boxing ring, you don't use killing techniques every time, so it's more like returning to the battlefield. However, there is no such refreshing feeling on the battlefield.

Compared to Hou Biao, Aoki's feelings are more complicated.

For the first time, he had a real close combat with someone, without relying on weapons or using mental power. This feeling was wonderful. He almost relied on an instinctive reaction to fight Hou Biao. Every punch or kick was not part of his plan. It was as if he was a puppet on strings and his body was being directed by another consciousness. But he vaguely remembered that he had learned these things and had considerable practical experience. Scenes of bloody battles even appeared in his mind, which were more intense and more spectacular than the current fight. However, these pictures were independent and incoherent and could not provide him with more complete memory information. Whenever he wanted to connect these memory fragments, he felt overwhelmed, wanted to be lazy, and even wanted to ignore the immediate life and death. Fight and immediately lie down and take a nap.

Hou Biao's elbow strike was blocked by Qingmu's palm, and his right hand suddenly took out a dagger from his waist.

The gap revealed when he touched the dagger gave Aoki a chance, and Aoki's palm knife stabbed Hou Biao's weak side. Hou Biao felt a pain and his abdomen shrank back. Qingmu then turned his palm into a fist and pushed forward.

If he used all his strength this time, several of Hou Biao's ribs would be broken.

But at this moment Hou Biao's dagger had been pulled out. When Qingmu broke Hou Biao's ribs, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop his hand in time and his arm would inevitably be scratched, so he only used three points of force, leaving seven points to retract his arm. , prepare to deal with that dagger.

The so-called sword-fighting with bare hands can only be done when there is a huge gap in strength. Now the two of them are in the middle of the fight, and when they are fighting inseparably, the opponent suddenly has a knife in his hand, and Aoki has to prepare for it.

But Hou Biao did not hold the dagger and draw it forward as he expected. Instead, he threw it forward, and the dagger plunged into a tree trunk next to Qingmu with a clang.

Hou Biao was hit in the soft ribs by Qingmu. Although he was not seriously injured, he groaned in pain, clutching his ribs and took a few steps back.

He slowly pulled out a piece of wire from the belt around his waist and said to Aoki: "Without a weapon, none of us can kill anyone. I'll give you the dagger, I'll use this."

Only then did Aoki realize that he was pulling out the knife to give it to him, and thought to himself that this guy was also a real person. If he hadn't told him in advance, if he hadn't stopped just now, his ribs would have been broken by now.

Hou Biao rubbed the area under his ribs where he was hit and felt his shoulders. Then with a lunge, the wire in his hand pounced towards Aoki's face like a spiritual snake.

Qingmu pulled out the dagger from the tree trunk, and with quick eyes and quick hands, he used the back of the knife to knock the end of the iron wire in Hou Biao's hand, making a clanging sound.

I don’t know what material the iron wire is made of. It is neither as soft as a rope nor as strong as an iron wire. It crackles when it is thrown, a bit like a whip, but it makes a loud sound when it touches a sharp dagger. The sound of metal clanging.

Hou Biao missed with one blow, his whip drew a circle in the air like a snake, and then swept it sideways. Qingmu ducked, dodged the whip, and stepped forward. A cold light flashed from the dagger in his hand, and it stabbed Hou Biao's chest. Hou Biao dodged, Qingmu flicked his wrist, the dagger turned half a circle on his wrist, and still stabbed Hou Biao in the chest.

Qingmu's method was beyond Hou Biao's expectation. When the army was training people to kill people with short blades, there was no such method. This is not a modern fighting technique at all, it is more like it was adapted from ancient swordsmanship.

At this time, Biao's body position has been determined, his steps are slow, and he cannot avoid Aoki's extremely strange stab. But he was not an energy-saving lamp. In desperation, he took back the wire in his hand, holding one end in each hand, and twisted it back and forth, and the wire wound around the dagger. Relying on the power of this entanglement, Kankan was able to stop the forward momentum of the dagger. At this time, the tip of the knife had already pierced into his clothes, and the skin on his chest felt a little cold.

Taking advantage of the moment when Hou Biao's attention was focused on the wire in his hand and the dagger on his chest, Aoki took advantage of the situation and kicked Hou Biao's supporting leg with the pull board. Hou Biao lost his balance and watched as he fell forward and threw himself at the dagger.