Chapter 186 (1/2)

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

He takes a small step forward and bends his legs slightly to keep his center of gravity stable and flexible. Clench your fists, cross your chest, bow your back, slightly lower your shiny bald head, bury it between your fists, block your face, and only show your eagle eyes staring at the green wood.

Since he left the underground ring, Hou Biao hasn't put on such a posture for a long time. After becoming a mercenary, the purpose changed from defeating the opponent to killing the opponent. Many boxing skills are useless. In terms of killing skills, of course, it's great to be a soldier, but if you fight one-on-one with your bare hands, no matter how strong a soldier is, he can't beat a first-class professional fighter.

Hou Biao is an excellent mercenary. He has fought in the rainforests of Africa, the Middle East and South Asia; He is also a first-class fighter. He has created 43 wins, 3 losses and 30 Ko opponents in 46 combat competitions in his career. Whether in the mercenary market or in the underground boxing ring in Thailand, his nickname ”monkey” was also famous. Although his skill is not as good as before, he really hasn't met any opponents in a city like Wuzhong.

Aoki still looks lazy, slightly hunched back, just like yawning all night in the Internet cafe. But his hands, which had been stuck in his trouser pockets, pulled out and his fingers curled slightly.

Hou Biao vaguely heard several slight joint explosions, and the sound was rattling. He knew that only a real trainer could make such a sound without action. He took a look at the pull board on Aoki's feet, then suddenly ran out like a leopard and hit Aoki's face with a straight fist.

Aoki moved slightly, and one side of his body avoided Hou Biao's fist. At the same time, his right hand stood like a knife and cut horizontally. He obviously did not use modern fighting, but a technique similar to ancient martial arts. He didn't know why he used such a move, but instinctively.

Hou Biao expected that his fist would fail, so he didn't use all his strength. When he saw Qingmu siding away, he had already stopped the strength of the fist, raised his left arm to block Qingmu's palm attack, and pulled his right leg to Qingmu's center of gravity leg.

Aoki hit Hou Biao's arm with a palm. It was like cutting on a steel plate. He found that this person's muscle was much stronger than he thought. At this time, Hou Biao's whip leg has arrived. Aoki presses down with his left hand, presses and holds the tibia of the lower leg thrown by Hou Biao, grabs it with his five fingers, sucks it on his leg like a suction cup, and then lifts it out, and the gap in Hou Biao's footwall is exposed. As soon as Aoki lifted his left foot, he recorded a bullet leg, pulled the board and kicked out of Hou Biao's crotch.

Hou Biao didn't expect Aoki's reaction to be so fast, and the palm adsorbed a little more than he expected. He almost fell to the ground with unstable center of gravity. But he has rich fighting experience and knows that his gap is exposed. The other party must attack his crotch. Without thinking about it, the right fist he just received hit under his crotch and just hit the instep of Qingmu's raised foot.

They heard a slap. At the moment of fist to foot contact, they shook at the same time. Hou Biao only felt numbness in the back of his hand and pain in his knuckles. He unconsciously loosened his five fingers and shook them. Aoki's instep is no better. It seems that he just kicked an iron hammer.

They changed their steps, and crackled a few moves. They were all lightning and stone fire, regardless of the outcome.

Hou Biao became more and more addicted. He felt that he had returned to the boxing ring in those years. However, the boxing ring does not use homicide, so it is more like returning to the battlefield. However, there is no such pleasure of boxing to meat on the battlefield.

Compared with Hou Biao, Aoki's feeling is more complex.

For the first time, he fought closely with people, without relying on weapons or spiritual power. This feeling is wonderful. He almost fought with Hou Biao with an instinctive reaction. Every punch or kick was not in his plan. It was like he was a string puppet, and his body was being commanded by another consciousness. But he vaguely remembered that he had learned these things and had quite rich practical experience. In his mind, scenes of bloody battles even emerged, which were more intense and spectacular than the current fighting. However, these pictures are independent and incoherent, and can not provide him with more complete memory information. Whenever he wants to connect these memory fragments, he feels his head is big and wants to be lazy. He even wants to lie down and sleep immediately regardless of the current life and death struggle.

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