Huadu small security guard

Chapter 143

Rubbing the little bit that should have been swollen, Zhang Jialin gritted his teeth angrily, this guy obviously played himself like a monkey.

With a strong enemy at his side, Zhang Jialin regained his composure in an instant. Zhang Yiming's strength far exceeded his own. If he wanted to complete the task, he could only use that trick.

Concentrating again, he looked at Zhang Yiming decisively: "You are really strong, but I must take your life today,"

Zhang Jialin's eyes never left Zhang Yiming for a moment, and the fighting spirit in his body gradually gathered.

On the contrary, Zhang Yiming is calm and relaxed. When facing any opponent, he is always in this relaxed state. This is a habit he has developed since childhood.

Because there is no one in this world who is more terrifying than Feng Lao Si, a wretched old man. When this guy trains himself, he never spares any effort. steel.

Zhang Jialin's steps gradually became lighter as his fighting spirit increased, and he began to sprint around Zhang Yiming, looking for his flaws.

Zhang Yiming's eyes flickered, and he found that Zhang Jialin's fighting spirit had broken through his own limit, and he even faintly had the courage to surpass himself.

"Damn, you're cheating, how could you suddenly upgrade at this time?"

Although Zhang Yiming said this, he didn't panic at all. After two fights, he was fully aware of Zhang Jialin's strength, which should be at the peak of A-level combat power. Compared with himself, he was still at a much lower level.

His current fighting spirit improvement should be the result of using some special method, which is just the result of stimulating the potential of fighting spirit in his body.

He is not particularly worried about such a false increase in strength.

Zhang Jialin let out a breath of scorching air, his pace gradually slowed down, his pupils had turned blood red, Zhou Zheng's face gradually twisted ferociously, the muscles of his whole body were swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his fighting spirit had already come out through his body. An invisible barrier formed around his body.

"Zhang Yiming, this is the most quintessential boxing method in my Taishan style. I will kill myself and kill each other. Now I am burning my life to raise my fighting spirit to the same level as yours. Come on, have a final duel with me!"

Zhang Jialin's eyes burst out with brilliance, and he said to Zhang Yiming coldly.

Zhang Yiming curled his lips: "Hey, is it really meaningful to sacrifice yourself for victory?"

Zhang Jialin's eyes were firm: "I am a soldier, and my mission must be completed. This is the honor of being a soldier."

Zhang Yiming nodded in admiration: "Very well, since you have the consciousness of death, then I will use all my strength, this is my respect to you."

Zhang Jialin smiled knowingly: "Thank you! Killing each other can only last for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, my heart will burst and I will die. I don't want to leave any regrets before I die. Let's start."

Zhang Yiming nodded slightly, and put on a rare posture: "Xuanyuan boxing method, breaking the sky."

Zhang Jialin yelled suddenly, and his fighting spirit exploded in an instant. Even if the Taishan Liuquan method of hitting acupuncture points with fighting energy could not cause fatal damage to Zhang Yiming, it would at least injure him physically. With his fighting energy increased several times, he possessed such strength.

Zhang Yiming's speed is not as fast as his own. With a speed that surpasses his opponents, he can also make himself invincible. After all, in martial arts in the world, only speed can't be broken.

Zhang Jialin made a sudden move, and waved a powerful fist with both hands: "The strongest boxing method of Taishan style, Taishan cracks the sky!"

Following his strike, the wind of the fist was full of fighting spirit, and it had already attacked Zhang Yiming's big acupoints invisibly.

Zhang Yiming's hair was slightly messed up by the fist wind, and the invisible fighting spirit had already hit him.

He was hit by this force and took two steps back, with an excited smile in his eyes, he liked such an opponent.

He knew that Zhang Jialin's strongest strength was not fighting spirit, but the ever-changing boxing techniques. With Zhang Yiming's eyesight, it was even difficult to grasp the changes in boxing techniques. This was a very scary thing.

Zhang Yiming's pupils are constantly shrinking, and he sees Zhang Jialin's fists swinging in front of his eyes, one becomes two, two becomes four, the speed of punching is so fast that the afterimage is increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye , making it difficult to judge Zhang Jialin's real attack direction.

Zhang Yiming's eyes flickered, his arms swung out like lightning, and his fists connected. Each punch blocked Zhang Jialin's attack. After the last collision, Zhang Jialin's people retreated a dozen steps before barely standing still. She was trembling slightly, obviously shocked by his powerful strength.

"Old Zhang, you underestimate my speed too much."

Zhang Yiming smiled slightly. If someone else said such a thing, Zhang Jialin would scoff. He was confident that no one would be faster than him, but he had to believe what Zhang Yiming said. Every punch was blocked by him, which shows that he really Able to keep up with his punching speed.

Zhang Jialin did not launch a second attack.

His wrist bones were still numb. He was no match for Zhang Yiming in terms of strength, and he lost his advantage in speed. He found that even if he tried to kill each other, he was still powerless to defeat Zhang Yiming. The strongest man in the world seemed to be hiding his strength all the time. , each time you only need to use just enough strength to restrain your opponent.

In other words, Zhang Yiming's strength is not something he can measure, nor can he compare it to.

"Old Zhang, you are out of action. Now it's my turn. Today I can make an exception and let you see my true strength. You will find that the speed you are proud of in your heart is slow motion compared to me. playback."

Zhang Yiming said with a serious look on his face.

Zhang Jialin involuntarily took two steps back, and was intimidated by the serious Zhang Yiming without warning.

The corners of Zhang Yiming's mouth raised slightly, and he was already bullying him. No one could describe that speed in words. If Bolt was called the Jamaica Lightning, Zhang Yiming should be called the Light of Liaodong.

At the limit of human speed, he can still keep his whole body flawless, making it impossible for Zhang Jialin to attack or dodge. Now he finally knows the gap between himself and Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming sneered, and swung his fist lightly, but with a strong fighting spirit, the air was cut open in an instant, forming a vacuum area in front of Zhang Jialin.

Zhang Jialin had long been on guard against Zhang Yiming's strongest vacuum cutting technique, the Sword of Xuanyuan, but his speed was far behind Zhang Yiming's. It was too late to make a judgment and react when the move was released.

Amid the mist of blood, Zhang Jialin's face turned pale, and a scar that was as deep as the bone appeared on his chest. In the damaged wound, blood was gushing out like a broken water pipe.

Zhang Jialin retreated sharply, going to the vacuum zone full of death that he could not avoid no matter what, he found that his strength had abruptly improved a level, and he was still not Zhang Yiming's triad general.

The fist wind roared, and Zhang Jialin closed his eyes safely. Although he failed to complete the task, he was able to die under the fist of Zhang Yiming, a peerless master, and it was a well-deserved death.

Zhang Yiming did not continue to attack, but condensed his fighting energy on his fingertips, and hit the seven major acupuncture points on his chest like lightning, not only stopped the bleeding from the wound for him, but also returned his hard work that had flowed backward due to the forced increase of fighting energy. lead to the whole body.

Zhang Jialin opened his eyes blankly, and what caught his eyes was Zhang Yiming's handsome smiling face.

"Taishan style's killing each other is to concentrate the energy of the whole body in the heart, thereby accelerating blood circulation, so as to achieve the effect of improving strength. Fortunately, my ghost doctor's thirteen needles can guide the blood flow, otherwise you will really hurt your heart. Burst and died."

"You, why did you save me?"

Zhang Jialin frowned, and asked coldly. His mood was very conflicted. On the one hand, he admired Zhang Yiming very much, and he rescued himself. On the other hand, he was a soldier. Kill Zhang Yiming at all costs.

Zhang Yiming's actions undoubtedly put him in a dilemma.

Zhang Yiming smiled faintly: "Old Zhang, don't be too contradictory. You can't kill me this time, and next time. During this time, you'd better heal your injuries and improve your strength with the right method. Don't use this kind of heresy again." .”

(End of this chapter)