Urban Conceited Soldier

Five years?

Or six years?

Maybe longer!

Lu Hao can't remember clearly.

How long, no one dares to stand in front of him alone and bear his stormy attack.

At this moment, he had to admire the courage of the young man in front of him.

Of course I'm good at it.

Unfortunately, this is far from enough for LV Hao, who has already learned the highest star breath breathing method.

"You're too slow."

Lu HAOGE stopped Charles from hitting his knee in a very tricky Thai boxing. His face was not red and he was out of breath. He said slowly: "the angle of the knee raised is too high, which is not conducive to the follow-up force. On the surface, it seems that the strength is strong, but in fact, you have not found the most perfect starting point."

"Don't talk nonsense and eat me a punch!"

Charles has always served as a fighter in the order of the dragon. Boxing and footwork are his proudest skills, and also the confidence that he dare not give modi face.

But in front of me, this young man For the first time, he felt a sense of powerlessness in a team member with an unbroken myth in the mercenary world.

Can't be overwhelmed by the momentum of the other side!

Play your own rhythm!

Charles was shocked and changed his moves. The fierce Thai Boxing moves changed into Brazilian jujitsu, which focused on shopping and catching. He tried to solve the tough enemy in front of him by means of entanglement.

Although this kind of play has gradually deviated from his original intention.

But now Charles, no longer in the mood to think about these details.

There is only one question for him at the moment.

Victory!

Only victory!

"Your Brazilian jujitsu has not yet reached home. Your body is too hard and your posture is very awkward. In the gap between your first and second moves, you have exposed several fatal weaknesses under your ribs. At this time, I only need to punch here, and I don't need too much strength."

Lu Hao explained calmly that it was like a game in which he served as a commentator and participated in the competition.

As he said that, Lu Hao's simple and unadorned punch hit out, just in his words just mentioned, Charles rib weakness position.

"Poof..."

There was a dull noise.

Charles stepped back four or five steps, kneeling on one knee, pressing his right hand to the position of his ribs which had just been hit, and kneaded desperately. Only then did he feel the pain relieved.

"See, just a little punch, you'll be knocked back. At this time, I'll chase you forward, hit a side kick, and go to your left temple. If you haven't figured out the defensive strategy, coma will be your best ending."

Lu Hao closed his fist, still with a faint smile on his face. His legs suddenly burst into force. Like a cheetah preying on prey, the whole man rushed out, lifted his right leg high and threw it out.

"Poof!"

There was a dull sonic boom in the air!

Lu Hao's leg actually has a strong power to tear the air!

"Don't stink. I've been fighting for more than ten years since I was young. I don't need you to tell me how to do it!"

Charles is angry!

His eyes began to be congested, his teeth clenched, his arms lifted up, and he blocked Lu Hao's subsequent whip legs.

Charles was about to fight back, but Charles felt his arms tingle.

In this moment, he seemed to feel that his two arms did not belong to him.

Lu Gehao only blocked his leg.

"His power is so strong that it is still the power that human beings can achieve?"

For Charles, who spends his daily time in bars and girls, he doesn't delay his iron rolling exercise.

Beauty and training are all in his life.

He doesn't like food, he doesn't like traveling.

And there's no crazy obsession with money that most mercenaries have.

He didn't like to fight for power, because although the size of the order was not very large in the mercenary world, modi was not a wise enough leader.

He was still here for six years, sending off one teammate after another.

Once he thought that as long as his fist was hard enough, he could smash everything he wanted to smash, even if facing the whole world.

But at this moment, his world outlook wavered!

Has the king been so desperate

Charles felt that his knee was soft, and he could not support him any more. He went down on one knee and his brow was locked. His momentum was plummeting in this moment!

"It seems that you haven't got any significant improvement in the past ten years."

Lu Hao looked at one knee kneeling, the expression on his face was both angry and confused Charles, and said in a flat tone.He didn't mean to laugh at each other.

He can play with him for more than ten rounds, and the opponent's age is not very young, probably equivalent to him, which is enough to make Lu Hao look at him with a new look.

Eyes gradually serious, Lu Hao negative hand and stand, deep voice said: "the fight, is not as simple as you imagine."

"Ha ha, that's enough. There's no need to pose as a winner in front of me. If I lose, you can kill me. Since the first day when I came to the mercenary world, I've already realized that your head is my reward. Since I can't get this reward and die in your hand, I have nothing to say!"

Charles simply closed his eyes, gave up the resistance, a neck to kill attitude.

It's not that his will to fight is not strong enough.

In many cases, you have tried, tried, and insisted, you will find that there are many gaps, you look very small, but in fact there is a star river distance.

You want to do things, when you really put your life to do, you can not do, is not able to do.

And now.

Defeat the enemy in front of you.

That's what Charles couldn't bear in his life.

The opponent's strength is too strong, just like the sea of stars and mountains, which makes him feel powerless in vain, and even his anger is diluted.

What's the use of anger when you're faced with an opponent you're doomed to fail?

Lu Hao took a look at Charles, who was waiting for his death. He snorted coldly. There was a trace of scorn in his eyes. He did not pay attention to him any more. An opponent who had lost the sense of war was no different from a corpse. Whether to kill him or not depends on LV Hao's mood.

Step by step, Lu Hao went to the front of hall, lying on his back in the peanut field with a blank look in his eyes. Although he watched the whole battle, he didn't seem to get any information.

"Little friend, the tiger king is my brother. Can you tell me the contradiction between you and him?"

Lu Hao asked softly, his back to the sun, and his smile was warm and warm.