Beauty President's Super Berserker

Chapter 252 Kimchi Smecta

As a result, after he poured out the gasoline and drove out, Jessica was long gone.

This should be the only woman in my memory who has seen his real appearance but didn't catch a cold at all.

He didn't believe in blindness before, but today he believed it. What kind of vision is this?

Suddenly, two men in stark contrast appeared on the road. The one on the left was tall and handsome, with a well-proportioned figure and obvious muscular development. He was over 1.8 meters tall and had fair skin. He had his hands on his belt and was dressed very trendy. Nima is also wearing a toad mirror.

The one on the right is at most 1.7 meters tall, with dark skin and a thin body. The clothes that are not big are worn loosely on the body, and the pockets of the trousers are tightly tightened. The slightly disheveled face is full of fortitude.

And these two are Asian faces, what do you want to do here?

"What's the situation, Pengci?"

Su Sheng scratched his head. If it was really a collision, he would not dare to hit it, because this car is considered a temporary requisition and has no insurance, and his previous favorite car, bought a three-party insurance worth several million. When it comes to touching porcelain, he will stop, and after confirming, he will rush over.

As soon as the car stopped, the white-faced tall man suddenly bowed ninety degrees and said, "Instructor MINI, please enlighten me, Kang Sang Smecta!"

"Fuck, are you Kimchi Smecta?"

Su Sheng pushed open the car door. He didn't expect that this person was also a challenger. Isn't that right? Even in the Kimchi Country, the champion of the finals could be selected?
Of course, he also said the same thing. The battle for the king of soldiers should not be based on nationality, but on the relationship and overall strength of the country to which they belong.

Uh, this seems to be no different from the previous opinion!
"Instructor, challenge you to melee short blade combat!"

The short black man stood there and saluted, but the method of saluting was very problematic.

"Are you from the Northern Dynasty?"

Su Sheng was also very surprised, isn't it, the two of you actually met together.

It's not normal for two people who are calling Nanbeihan and Nanbeichao at the same time, both of whom want to take advantage of the address, to appear at the same time and challenge him together.

"Short blade fighting is no problem, how do you compare? Wheel fight, or go together."

At this time, Su Sheng had already seen the aerial photography equipment in the sky, but the helicopter did not follow. This place is remote, but it is a good place for fighting.

At this time, Bai Gao, who was wearing sunglasses, stood up and said, "Three people, one person wins!"

The short black said, "Scramble!"

"OK no problem!"

Su Sheng is not far from anyone who comes. Competing with him with a short blade is like an egg hitting a rock. His strengths are bayonet, gun fighting, and short blade. This is almost an open secret. Don't these two think they can do it? beat him?So abnormal!
He thought that no one would challenge these events, but now that he met them, he became excited instantly. It would be great if he could meet a master. He is very much looking forward to a hearty blade battle!

He was not polite either, he pulled out the dagger with his right hand, and the tiger claw with his left hand, he wanted to let everyone see clearly, why, he can be the chief examiner and instructor.

The tall white man drew out a short knife, and the short black man's weapon was similar, but the way he held the knife was straight and the other was reversed, exactly opposite to Su Sheng's one straight and one opposite.

"come together!"

Su Sheng beckoned, hoping not to disappoint him, the intersection of short blades was more intense than the feeling of punching to the flesh, one was painful, and the other was so painful that it bleeds.

"ah!"

The tall white man rushed forward shouting, attacking Su Sheng's left side, while the short black man rushed forward silently, attacking the right side.

These two people are completely different in terms of personality, clothing, and the way they hold the knife. If they are attacked at the same time, they will definitely not adapt to it.

But Su Sheng became excited, his left hand swept across the tiger claws, opened and closed, and flapped the jacket he was wearing, which was very ornamental, while his right hand was in a sharp style, short and fast.

"Kakkaka!"

The swords clashed, accompanied by the sound of fists and feet, Su Sheng suddenly pierced the opponent's clothes with the dagger in his hand, but suddenly he was also almost cut to the wrist vein by the short black man.

Heck, suddenly a short knife slashed across Su Sheng's shoulder, and the claw knife had already cut through Bai Gao's clothes in front of him one step at a time, and a trace of blood emerged faintly.

"Hey!"

After a short confrontation, the three of them separated in an instant. Su Sheng's left and right hands moved up and down, whether it was a dagger or a claw knife, there were blood spots on them.

The tall white man looked dignified, and the short black man's face became even darker. I'm afraid it's not easy to earn six points!
"Kimchi Smecta, take your sunglasses off."

At the beginning, Su Sheng, this kid is too arrogant, and he is wearing sunglasses when fighting against him. Are you trying to be more cool than anyone else?
"Kang Sang Mi Da, instructor, I'm sorry, I can't show my whole face, there are restrictions!"

Bai Gao once again bowed at [-] degrees. I don't know if he is used to it, or he can only bend down in front of Su Sheng.

Su Sheng was speechless, as if he had restrictions on the people of the Southern Frost Kingdom, but he did it at his own risk, even in a tiny place, he dared to challenge the authority of the Great Heavenly Dynasty.

"Come again, you two show your real skills!"

As soon as the words fell, he took the initiative to attack, the dagger was sharp, and the tiger claws attacked in a wide range. One against two, it was completely technical, and he didn't even use much strength, for fear of knocking the opponent's weapon into the air.

At this time, in the picture seen by the big brothers, the three people in the scuffle were almost at their peak, with swords, lights and swords, and every move, even though it seemed calm, was full of murderous aura.

"Shhhhh!"

Su Sheng's right hand is fast and fast, and his left hand is extremely fancy. His feet are separated back and forth. The soles of his feet obviously haven't left the ground, but they are moving very fast. He is completely using his toes to exert force, and he keeps absolute focus and balance at all times. .

If his feet were raised, it meant that the battle should be over.

"Boom!"

The handle of the knife in Su Sheng's hand suddenly hit the position of the handle in Hei Shorty's hand. Although the impact was useless, it was enough to let the weapon fall out of his hand. Unexpectedly, Hei Shorty held it and did not lose it.

On the other side, Bai Gao had already been stabbed five times, and his coat had been cut to pieces. Although he wasn't seriously injured, he was extremely embarrassed.

"I lose and leave, you two continue, and the one who wins gets six points."

As soon as Su Sheng finished speaking, his feet moved, and suddenly he jumped up. The tiger's claws slashed across the tall man's sunglasses, and at the same time the dagger pierced the short man's shoulder. By the time the two of them reacted, he had already retreated. He ran back into the car, flicked his clothes when he had something to do, and never stayed behind for thousands of miles.

However, he left instead. The battle between the tall and the short has just begun. The winner gets six points, and the loser deducts points.

Su Sheng stretched out his hand out of the window, shaking off the soot. He thought that Kimchi would lose in the end. Even though he was tall and muscular, he really couldn't compete with the short ribs of others. The battle of the king of soldiers, too A competition of willpower, Smecta!
(End of this chapter)