1389 One Punch One Cry (1/2)
Zhuang Xiaodie learned from Zhang Zian's memory that he had practiced a few self-defense techniques with the tea-colored cat. However, she only briefly browsed and blocked these memories, as they were related to the elfins. She gave them no further thought. She looked down on this so-called kung fu; she thought it was nothing more than a way of exercising, similar to the gymnastics exercises on TV. Besides, she also felt that the elfin called Old Time Tea was the most overrated one among them.
Under her horrified gaze, Zhang Zian took two steps forward and smiled at them while she moved her hands and feet. ”What? Are you all coming together, or one at a time? In other words, is it a one-versus-one fight or a free-for-all?”
”Yah!”
The red hair spat on the ground. He was cautious about how to proceed but was nevertheless inclined to. This was because Zhang Zian was too calm. He was not sure whether the guy was really psychotic or had a hidden trump card.
”We are seven heroes of the sea, and we all fight together. Even if we fight one thousand opponents, we also do it together!” The red- and yellow-hair guys were on the same page and unwilling to jump ship as of now.
Zhang Zian didn't say anything. This time it was not an illusion. This sentence was very familiar!
”Let's go!”
The red-haired guy rushed over and cranked back his fist to hit Zhang Zian's face.
In Zhang Zian's opinion, all of the red-haired guy's movements were flawed, and his form was also ridiculous. In addition, he was thin. A master fighter could easily strike him down. Even an ordinary adult man needed not be afraid of him. It was unlikely that he would prevail in any fight. However, when ordinary people encountered this kind of situation, they often did not fight first and only thought of running away. In addition, his six companions were waiting for the opportunity to move, but they were also unable to focus on the red-haired dude's movement.
When the red-haired dude's fist was close, Zhang Zian simply moved to the side, dodged his fist, and used his foot to strike his calf. He had already seen that the red-haired guy was vain and only focused on building his upper body. He was merely using his arm to generate the force and not his entire body.
The red-haired dude didn't pay attention to his foot at all, and the force was too strong. In the next moment, he'd already been beaten to a pulp and fell heavily on the ground. When he fell, he saw stars, and his whole body was in severe pain. He couldn't stand up.
”So now... Are you the Six Immortals of Binhai?” Zhang Zian looked at the remaining six.
The remaining six people saw the red-haired dude's defeat. They became more vigilant and learned from the mistakes of the red-haired dude. They gave each other looks, shouted, and scattered. They evenly surrounded Zhang Zian, each person about three meters apart. They slowly approached.
Zhang Zian certainly couldn't wait for them to get close to him. By that time, as long as they got close enough to each grab one of his limbs, he would likely be beaten because he'd been so passive.
His body moved involuntarily, striking the yellow-haired dude and then quickly twisting his body and kicking the purple-haired dude in the stomach. This might not have been a real move but a response to the situation. He focused on finding the weaknesses of his opponents and used the quickest method he could to subdue them.
This move was no problem, and the execution was very beautiful. However, after kicking the purple-haired dude, he felt a dull pain in his waist, just like the feeling a person who sat in the office for a long time but suddenly engaged in highly rigorous exercise might get. Thus, he had to be more reserved in his subsequent attacks to prevent further injuries.
When one was being besieged, each second is precious. He could have escaped the punch of the next guy, the green-haired dude. The result was that, because he reacted more slowly, he could only be struck by the fist on his face.