future master in modern

This is an ordinary residential building.

Like most houses here, it is low and low, with only two floors.

The house was deserted before, and few people came.

Two rows of hardy plants common in Siberia are planted in front of the house, adding a bit of vitality to the place.

When Sikov and Zao Wou-ki came here, an old man was cleaning fallen leaves in front of the house.

Holding the broom, he slowly swept the leaves that didn't seem to exist, as if he was indifferent to everything around him.

However, when he noticed that Zao Wou-ki and the others had come here, his eyes flicked, as if carelessly, but the movements of his hands slowed down.

Sikov glanced at the old man, but his pace was not slow at all. As soon as he lifted his foot, he walked towards the door of the residential building.

"Huh?" Sikov stopped.

A shriveled hand that looked like a dry branch stopped in front of him.

It's the old man.

He leaned on the broom under his hand and looked at Sikov with a wary face.

"Sir, this is a private residence, what can I do?"

Sikov suddenly realized that he seemed to have thought of something, nodded and said, "I'm Sikov, I'm here to see Karl for business." "Sikov."

The old man's expression relaxed, and his vigilance was greatly reduced. He just looked more at Zao Wou-ki behind Sikov.

"Mr. Carl is inside, tell me, if Mr. Sikoff comes, just go in directly."

"Oh, thank you." Sikov smiled kindly and walked to the door.

The old man nodded, bowed his body and started his sweeping work that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Sikov pushed open the door and led Zhao Wou-ki into the house.

The house was dark, with no light at all.

The furnishings in the house are extremely simple, and it doesn't look like someone lives here at all.

"Carl is on the international most wanted list, so he is extremely careful about his whereabouts." Sikov explained to Zao Wou-ki while walking.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't take it seriously, what a joke, none of the criminals in Lobestein Prison are criminals who are wanted worldwide, but he didn't want to teach him a lesson in prison.

What is this Karl, he must be too careful!It's almost the same as a shrinking turtle.

Before seeing Karl, Zao Wou-ki felt a little disdainful towards Karl.

The two walked to the corner of a staircase in the room, and Sikov opened the door to the basement.

When he first entered the basement, it was pitch black, if not for Zao Wou-ki's eyesight far surpassing that of ordinary people, he would be almost as blind as a smear of darkness.

"Here we are." Sikov's voice sounded in the silence.

He stopped and put his hand on the handle of a door ahead.

Push open the door.

suddenly see the light!

Zao Wou-ki took a big step forward and entered a room the size of several basketball courts.

The room is bright, like daytime, no longer the darkness just now.

As soon as you enter, you can hear the sound of shouting!

These voices continued to resound in this space, appearing quite imposing.

Looking closely, many people in the open space were sweating profusely and madly attacking the stake in front of them, again and again, without any interruption.

I saw that their bodies were incomparably muscular, and their upper body was naked, revealing their muscular body, and their hands were wrapped with layers of cloth belts for a flash.

Among these people, there are whites, blacks, and even yellows.

Their expressions were also different. Some of them had resolute faces, and when they were carrying those wooden stakes, their expressions remained unchanged at all, and they kicked the wooden stakes loudly.

And some of them showed pain on their faces. Looking at their legs again, they were swollen and shiny, but they still persisted, as if that leg was not theirs.

There are a lot of training equipment around them, but these training equipment are only used by a few people, and their expressions are relatively relaxed.

"Yes, that's the way to practice! Train your legs to be as hard as iron. Your legs are your chopping axes, and you will hack to death all opponents who dare to stop you!"

A fierce voice roared.

I saw a man with a height of two meters but a very well-proportioned body standing there, constantly instructing the boxers in training.

"He is Karl." Sikov said in Zao Wou-ki's ear.

Karl was observing the training of the named boxer, and a flash of light flashed out of the corner of his eye, and he saw Sikov and Zao Wou-ki standing there.

"Dude!" Carl saw Sikov and shouted, his voice full of enthusiasm.

"Hello, Karl." Sikov greeted him with a smile, and the two finished their greetings quite warmly.

"This is the Zhao I was talking about, Zao Wou-ki." After the two greeted each other, Sikov introduced Zao Wou-ki to Karl, and Karl put on a smile again.

"Hello, Zhao, a guest from the East." Carl's smile was as enthusiastic as before.

Zhao Wuji just smiled faintly, shook hands with Karl lightly, and said, "Hello."

An imperceptible unhappiness flashed in Carl's eyes, but he concealed it very well.

"Okay, Karl, you also know the purpose of my visit this time. How about my friend's recommendation letter?" Sikov asked Karl straight to the point.

Carl suppressed his smile, pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "Since you asked me, I will write this letter of recommendation for Zhao!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zao Wou-ki, as if he was sizing up Zao Wou-ki's physical fitness, and then showed some contempt.

"Sikoff, I wonder if your friend has participated in systematic training? I think his physical fitness is good, but he doesn't seem to have any obvious advantages!" As he said this, his right hand habitually He touched his chin, as if he was evaluating a piece of goods.

Zhao Wuji frowned.

"No, this friend of mine hasn't participated in any systematic training." Sikov said with a smile, not caring about Karl's ugly look.

He was just a little skeptical just now, but when he learned from Sikov that Zao Wou-ki was almost a rookie, Karl was still very surprised, his face became extremely ugly, as if he had been insulted.

He looked at Zhao Wou-ki more and more badly, in his eyes, Zhao Wou-ki was looking for death.

Can anyone enter the Siberian training camp?A person who has not undergone any systematic training wants to enter the training camp, he simply thinks his life is too long.

Although he didn't want to, Karl had no choice but to ask for this letter of recommendation for Zao Wou-ki, because he couldn't offend Sikov, specifically the person behind Sikov.

For that kind of character, crushing him is like crushing an ant, effortlessly.

He took out a piece of paper and was about to write a letter of recommendation for Zao Wou-ki.

"and many more!"

At this moment, a blunt voice came, which was quite unpleasant.

Zhao Wou-ki squinted his eyes, looked up, and it turned out to be a yellow-skinned Asian who stopped Karl's move.

This Asian was at the training equipment just now, and he seemed to be an older student here.

He has been observing the situation here, and seeing that Carl is going to write a letter of recommendation for Zao Wou-Ki, he couldn't help but stop him.

Sikov was unhappy, he didn't expect someone to disturb their affairs.

At this time, no one noticed that there was a trace of joy and pleasure on Calder's face, but he quickly covered up his expression, turned to pretend to be angry, and turned to the Asian man, "Pu Yuanxi, shut up, is it time for you to intervene?"

"Well, Korean?" Zhao Wuji thought to himself, snorting coldly, it depends on what tricks he plays.

Pu Yuanxi was not moved at all, and said loudly: "Coach, those of us practice hard day and night in order to be able to enter the Siberia training camp one day, but you gave this outsider the only chance to recommend this year. I don't accept it. I believe it. They don't agree either."

Pu Yuanxi threw out his arm and pointed at those students who also looked dissatisfied.

Carl seemed to hesitate for a moment, thought for a moment, and then said to Zao Wou-ki and Sikoff with a look of embarrassment: "It's really unfair for me to do this. After all, they train day and night just to be able to enter the Beria training camp one day." It seems a bit..."

Zhao Wou-ki could tell, this guy is not willing to give him this letter of recommendation at all, what the hell? !

Sikov was angry this time, he almost jumped up and said, "What's the matter, Carl, you promised me this a long time ago, you should know what the consequences of repenting are!" Sikov said harshly , staring at Karl.

Startled, Carl realized he was playing with fire.

At this moment, Pu Yuanxi stood up, stared at Zhao Wuji and said: "Your Excellency should be Japanese! I have heard about Japanese karate for a long time, I hope I can experience it."

With a long laugh, Zhao Wou-ki looked at Pu Yuanxi as if he was looking at a fool.

"What are you laughing at?" Pu Yuanxi was furious.

"I laugh at you talking nonsense with your eyes open. I am obviously a Chinese, but you insist on putting me on some Japanese. Are you insulting me?" Zhao Wou-ki stared at Pu Yuanxi sharply, and said in a cold voice .

"What, Chinese people?" Pu Yuanxi was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "Chinese people? If I flatter you that you are Japanese, how dare you dream of entering the Siberian training camp just because of your Chinese physique? Fighting is a hobby of higher nations, and you dare to spy on it, and only our Korean nation is most qualified to get in touch with the art of fighting."

Zhao Wou-ki's eyes became colder and colder.

"If that's the case, get out! I was planning to compete with you, but now it's completely unnecessary. I can deal with ten Chinese people by myself. If I compete with you today, I'll lose face. Hurry up!" Get out, shameful and conspicuous Chinese people!"

Pu Yuanxi looked aloof, looking at Zao Wou-ki as if he was looking at a bug.

Pu Yuanxi didn't take Zao Wou-ki seriously in his heart, at best he was a rich man with a little connection, so he didn't worry about his own safety at all.

Karl's face turned pale, and he wished to tear Pu Yuanxi apart. He disrupted all his plans. Originally, he was just planning to let him compete with Zao Wou-ki. After winning, Zao Wou-ki retreated. And now?Is it a completely one-sided insult?

"I'm finished!" Carl wailed in his heart.

"Hehe, congratulations, you have successfully provoked my anger." Zhao Wou-ki smiled calmly.

"What!...uh"

Bang!

Zhao Wuji punched Pu Yuanxi away with a roar of air flow.

Instead of flying out like a parabola, it flew straight up to the ceiling.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the consciousness in Pu Yuanxi's mind seemed to be in a turbulent flow, extremely chaotic.

He had never felt so bad before, his body was like a broken sack with wind leaking everywhere.

wrong!Where is the wind? It's clearly my own blood! ·····

This is Pu Yuanxi's last thought.

Zhao Wou-ki flew up from the ground, engulfed in the air, and even made a friction sound with the air under that extreme speed.

Bang!

It was another bang punch, hitting Pu Yuanxi who was vomiting blood in his mouth while he was falling.

Immediately, his body suddenly collapsed on his chest, his back suddenly bulged, and he flew up again with the remaining force of the heavy punch, looking extremely terrifying.

From his mouth, more viscous dark red blood spit out, this kind of blood can only flow out after the internal organs are broken.

At this time, Pu Yuanxi had lost consciousness, only the remaining pain nerves in his body transmitted waves of great pain to him.

Until now, he has not been killed, because Zhao Wuji's attack was too fast and violent.

Almost too late for him to die.

There was madness in Zhao Wou-ki's eyes. He wanted Pu Yuanxi to feel pain to his heart's content in the short time before his death, and he wanted Pu Yuanxi to regret coming to this world.

This is the end of the quick tongue!

Bang!Bang!

Zhao Wou-ki untiringly threw heavy punches time and time again, hitting Pu Yuanxi's rotten flesh-like body.

Blood splashed on the ground like rain, and the ground that was almost spotless was now a mess.

However, Pu Yuanxi's body did not disintegrate, this is the result of Zhao Wuji's perfect control of strength.

Even so, Pu Yuanxi's breath is still hanging, because so far, his head is still intact, used to accept the extreme pain in the world.

I don't know how long it took, but Pu Yuanxi's body was completely rotten.

With a loud "boom", Zhao Wuji fell heavily to the ground.

The ground he used to fly up again and again has long been broken, and mud and rocks are flying.

With a "snap", a mass of blood and flesh fell down, and blood spattered everywhere.

Pu Yuanxi, the only parts that are still intact are the limbs and the head.

Due to the nervous reaction, his limbs were still twitching slightly, and his head was also twitching regularly.

Zhao Wou-ki had a smile on his face, like a devil hired from hell.

"Let me end your life!"

Zhao Wou-ki ran over every inch of bone in his limbs one by one, the creaking sound of the bones breaking was so terrifying.

In the end, Zhao Wou-ki stepped on his head, like a broken watermelon, the whole head burst in an instant and ceased to exist.

"Are you still satisfied with my strength?" Zao Wou-ki stepped on the sticky things on his shoes and looked at Karl with a sneer.

"You...you..." Karl was a little incoherent. Zao Wou-ki, who was innocent and human just now, turned into a demon from hell in a blink of an eye. This transformation was unacceptable to him, and this full of The bloody scenes with visual impact are too challenging for him to bear.

With an afterimage, Zao Wou-ki came to Karl in an instant, and his mouth twitched heavily.

Karl rolled on the ground like a spinning top and rolled more than ten meters away.

When he trembled and wanted to stand up, he found that he couldn't stand up anyway, so he knelt on the ground blankly, not daring to look at Zhao Wou-ki again.

"Hey, hey, I think highly of you for asking you to write a letter of recommendation, but you're still so dazed, do you think I really need your letter of recommendation so much?"

"And you!" Zhao Wuji looked around, his eyes swept across their faces unscrupulously, but no one dared to look at him, Pu Yuanxi was a lesson from the past.

"Do you want to compare with me to see if I am qualified to have this letter of recommendation!" Zhao Wou-ki's voice shook their eardrums.It made their legs become weaker and weaker, and they could hardly stand up.

Finally, one person couldn't hold on anymore, and knelt down with a slap.With the first, there will be the second, and after a while, a large area will be kneeling.

Looking at their appearance, Zhao Wou-ki said disdainfully: "That's not how you kick a wooden post." He walked to a wooden post, and kicked out his legs as fast as lightning.

The stake was originally a complete piece, but now it looked like it had been cut by a real chopping axe, the upper half fell off neatly, and the cross section was neat.

But Zhao Wuji looked extremely relaxed, as if he had never made a move.

In the same way, in the next ten seconds or so, Zhao Wou-ki effortlessly swept off the rest of the stakes with his legs like just now.

This hand shocked everyone.

He has real strength!He is really strong!

"If anyone can do what I do, I will give him a letter of recommendation. How is it, anyone?"

The students were quiet and obediently behaved.

"Alright." Zhao Wou-ki nodded, "With your strength, going to the Siberia training camp is also courting death."

Zhao Wou-ki glanced at Carl on the ground, but didn't speak, but Carl, as if he had received some order, quickly struggled to come to the table, scribbling the letter of recommendation, writing like flowing water.

Zhao Wou-ki looked at Sikov with a half-smile.

Sikov's eyes were still blank, but there was only one thought in his mind.

"Fist, it really is the last word!"

ps: Thanks to the brothers who give me red tickets every day, thank you