Killer in the Coffin

"You'd better take your men and get lost!" Wei Yiyi furrowed his brows. Once again, the Discipline within his body stirred restlessly.

"What's going on? Why do I feel my soul being agitated and uneasy, as if a beauty is calling me?"

Right at that moment, within Wei Yi's seal, the pervert woke up from his sleep, feeling something strange in Wei Yi's body.

"You'd better be quiet, don't cause me any trouble at this time!" Wei Yi hurriedly warned the pervert. He didn't want to be taken over by the pervert in this situation. The consequences would be dire.

The pervert's consciousness was gradually awakening. Through Wei Yiyi's vision and perception, he quickly understood the situation Wei Yiyi was in, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Following you, I haven't seen any wonderful things happen while I was asleep."

"Cut the crap, help me sense my body. What's going on? Why are my superpowers so ready to make a move?"

Wei Yi quickly told the pervert about his feelings. In this situation, if necessary, he would activate the pervert's superpower to forcefully repair his body, then fight it out with Big Black.

His current condition was too bad. With his body constantly suffering from internal injuries, he might not be able to protect Nong Xue Jia and safely leave this place.

The most critical thing was that the man in front of him had nothing to fear, which meant that he either had powerful fighting techniques to guarantee him or he still had some hidden tricks up his sleeve. As long as Wei was able to force him into a corner, he would definitely activate his hidden moves.

Just as Wei Yiyi's thoughts were flying about, the large, dark man once again broke into a grin. "The order of this society is getting better and better. It's so good that I can't remember how long it has been since I last heard someone speak to me in such a manner."

Wei Yi didn't say anything further. He calmly took out his Dragon Soul Dagger from his back. He didn't like it when people talked a lot before they started fighting or killing. People like that don't live long in a killer training camp.

"You want to get serious?"

His big black eyebrows twitched and he retracted his smile. He reached into his belt and pulled out two 25-centimeter short knives.

"It's been a long time since I've had someone else take action. Today, I'll let you practice!"

The large black figure gently swung his short knife, and each of the short knives instantly became longer, radiating cold light.

"The blade is not bad." Wei's eyes lit up. He could feel that the quality of his opponent's dual blades was not inferior to his Dragon Soul.

"Your dagger is also not bad."

The big black guy only glanced at Wei Yi's dagger and saw the quality of it.

"Dagger – Dragon Soul." Wei Yi lightly reported the name of his dagger.

"Two blades — — Phoenix Highdragon!" The big black guy answered and then proudly explained, "A terrifying killer from China gave me a masterpiece by an ancient Chinese weapon master before he died."

"It suits you." Wei Yiyi's response was to leap up and wipe the back of his hand across that huge black neck, wanting to gain the upper hand.

Wei Yi had always been wary of China's heritage. Ancient Chinese martial arts were filled with mystery and danger, who knew if the big black dog had also inherited ancient Chinese martial arts.

Big Black's reaction wasn't slow. He used his blade to block in front of his neck and chopped towards Wei Yi's waist. Wei Yi immediately retracted his sabre and pressed it down, fending off the huge black saber's attack. At the same time, he pressed his sabre against the huge black saber and slashed at its chest.

Big Black clearly understood the advantages of a dagger. If the dagger was stuck to the other party, then the person would die without a burial ground. He immediately jumped back and widened the distance between him and Wei Yi.

Wei Yi once again charged forward, wanting to end this battle quickly.

"Clank, clank ~ ~ ~"

Sparks flew in all directions. The two weapons made contact with each other in the night, and as the two fought, their blades were deadly, but were dangerously neutralized by the other.

Nong Xuejia, who was inside the car, had completely quieted down. She held the perfume bag to her mouth, and was so scared that she didn't even dare to breathe.

She hadn't seen Wei Yi fight the sniper that day, but at that moment she could imagine how dangerous Wei Yi had been fighting the female sniper. No wonder his dagger was full of holes.

Fortunately, Wei Yi had a good dagger this time. Otherwise, Nong Xuejia was really afraid that Wei Yi's dagger would be chopped into two.

Wei Yiyi's movements were nimble, but his large black sabre danced in an extraordinary manner, with both offense and defense. Clearly, he had been instructed in orthodox martial arts before. The two of them were at a stalemate and couldn't do anything to each other.

Although Nong Xuejia knew the quality of the dagger she sent Wei Yi with, every time she saw that huge black figure flip backwards to hack at Wei Yi, she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for him.

Fortunately, Nong Shiqiang's money was not spent in vain. Wei Yi's dagger was safe and sound, not even a scratch.

The battle continued. After dozens of exchanges between Big Black and Wei Yi, the more they fought, the more shocked they became. Wei Yi's strength was beyond his expectations.

Wei Yi's technique was simple, but it was very practical. Most importantly, Wei Yi was not afraid of death, and in order to cut off the neck of his enemy, he could even sacrifice his own arm.

In fact, Wei Yi wasn't as uncaring of his own body as the big black guy had imagined. Rather, he felt that his body's condition was getting worse and worse, and wanted to end the battle quickly.

However, as time passed, Wei Yi realized that this big black guy was becoming more and more courageous. If Wei Yi wanted to kill this guy, he wouldn't be able to do so within a short period of time. He couldn't help but hesitate about whether he should use his Sickle of the God of Death, otherwise his dagger would be too passive in front of this big black man.

"Don't count on your Scythe of the God of Death. This guy used an ancient martial art and even cultivated something like inner force. If you keep fighting, it will be very disadvantageous to you unless you use a hot weapon."

The pervert who had been silent all this time slowly opened his mouth. He never expected to see the inheritance of ancient martial arts in a place like England. What surprised him was that the inheritance had actually appeared in the hands of a black man. He was still a hoodlum.

If he really did what he said, even God would have a headache if a hoodlum knew martial arts.

"Inner force?" "Why haven't I heard you say it before?"

Wei Yiyi frowned. If this big black guy were to know that he was still able to distract himself and communicate with the perverts, he would definitely be shocked. Facing this crazy attack from Wei Yi, he didn't dare to have the slightest bit of reaction.

"Didn't I tell you?" The pervert rolled his eyes, "When this marshal was young, I asked you to practice according to some of the methods I taught you so that you could cultivate inner force. But you didn't listen to me even once, so I was too lazy to teach you."

Wei Yi's face was filled with black lines. "Are you sure you're practicing the inner force techniques that you've taught me?"

"Nonsense, this marshal is wise and wise, could it be that I would try to trick you?" The pervert had an expression that said "I can't teach a child".

"But why is it that after practicing for a month, my lower body is still strong and hard all day long, and there are no other effects?"

It was alright if the pervert didn't want to talk about this, but the moment Wei Yi mentioned it, he really wanted to beat him up. At that time, this pervert purely wanted to teach him how to be an unbeatable golden spear man so that he could use his body to find a woman to enjoy the pleasures of the rain in the future.

The pervert looked embarrassed as he scratched his head, "Erm... That... You wouldn't understand even if I told you. This was also a type of inner strength. In ancient times, people would call it a 'child's play'. No, my Golden Body is not bad! "