Chapter 25 Battle Settlement

A group of the lagging brothers froze in place, their faces full of expressions of seeing a ghost. How could the prey that had suffered heavy injuries and was half dead and could only wait for the kill suddenly become full of energy again, knocking down their team leader with just one stick.

"Pa pa pa pa!"

Applause rang out.

Looking at his unconscious subordinates, the bald man had a cold face and a cold arc at the corner of his mouth: "Interesting, interesting, a high school student, 97 and 96, two useless people, can't even handle their hands, and I have to ask me to do it myself."

"Speaking of which, your current state of rapid strength should be the special skills you practiced?"

The bald man frowned, walked over, and moved his knuckles: "Speaking of which, prey of your quality is not our target. The trouble caused by Sun Rong, that stupid woman, will have to be cleaned up by me."

Qi Sui did not reply to him, his eyes always calmly observing the man's movements.

This person should be good at boxing.

"But since you've already started, you can't leave alive today!"

The bald man's face trembled, his eyes showed murderous light, and he stomped his right leg violently. In just three or five steps, he crossed the nearly ten-meter distance between the two.

A powerful fist with brass knuckles.

The lethality it exploded is probably more terrifying than a sharp blade like a dagger.

You can't take it head-on!

Qi Sui's steps were as swift as a tiger, and he forcibly moved sideways one step, instead of retreating, he lowered his body and pounced on the man's waist.

Boom!

The direction sign behind him was actually cut off by the man's punch.

What does it mean?

At least 3,500 pounds of punching force.

"Little mouse, weren't you good at fighting just now? Why are you just hiding now?"

The man kicked Qi Sui out with a casual kick. He stepped forward like a bulldozer, and smashed the boy's head with his right hand.

Bang!

Five pits appeared on the ground.

Qi Sui narrowly avoided it again, and the iron rod hit the man's waist.

The bald man just staggered back a little, and then dissipated the power brought by the iron rod. The muscles in his abdomen were knotted together, like a tight steel.

"You want to break my defense when you haven't even grown all your hair? Go and practice for a few more years!"

He swung his palm as big as a palm fan at Qi Sui.

Qi Sui was forced to retract the iron rod to parry.

In the face of absolute power, all skills seem so pale and powerless.

The iron rod was blown away, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and the indescribable strange force surged like a wave. The whole person flew backwards more than ten meters away, and rolled several times before the domineering force was relieved.

"Cough cough cough!"

Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Qi Sui's bones seemed to be falling apart, and he barely stood up with his hands supporting the ground.

The difference in strength was too obvious!

The bald man's strength was also extremely strong among the "three stages". In his previous life, he was a pervert who could fight lions and tigers barehanded without necessarily being at a disadvantage.

Especially since he also cultivated the kung fu of connecting the flesh, it was simply a nightmare for the opponent.

He had just entered the "second stage". Even in the "metabolism" state, he was at most the strength of the "third stage". Moreover, he had just entered the martial arts not long ago. Whether it was fighting experience or martial arts skills, he was far behind the other party.

"You guys, get ready to collect the bodies, the noise is a bit too loud!"

The bald man strode over and was about to end Qi Sui's life.

[Life force: 53/160]

[Spirit power: 42/150]

The glaring red of the status panel kept warning Qi Sui that he was in a very dangerous situation.

"I, I haven't let my mother stand up yet... But, I can't die here."

The fatigue brought by the exhaustion of mental power made his vision dazed. He was still trying to dodge the bald man's punches. With the support of the will to survive, he attacked the man's lower body, joints and other vital parts.

Bang!

Another punch in the abdomen.

The tearing sensation brought by the brass knuckles made Qi Sui spit out a large mouthful of blood. With a fierce look on his face, he forced the blood that surged into his throat to swallow it again, and his willow legs soared into the sky, kicking the man's chin again.

"This kid is really tough. He can't be killed even with this beating!"

The bald man kicked him again without mercy.

The more he hit, the more frightened he became.

Although the boy was seriously injured, there was no fear of death in his eyes. There was only a cold madness, just like a wounded lone wolf fighting fiercely, who would rather die than tear a piece of meat from the hunter.

"Gouge out your eyes!"

The bald man felt very uncomfortable being looked at, and he raised a strong wind with his fingertips and dug into the boy's eyes.

Tiger pounce!

Qi Sui burst out with the last of his strength, jumped up, and punched the man's head with both fists, which was a life-and-death fighting style.

The bald man stopped walking, with contempt on his lips.

A rookie is a rookie.

When fighting, it is a taboo for warriors to jump in the air with both feet off the ground.

He lowered his shoulders to gather strength, stretched out his long arms, and before Qi Sui's fist could stop him, he would land on the opponent's chest and shatter his heart.

"Metabolism lv1→lv5"

It was like a dying person suddenly injected with dozens of adrenaline.

Boom boom boom!

The heartbeat was dull and powerful, as if it was about to jump out of the chest. In just a moment, it soared to an exaggerated frequency of in.

The blood was surging and hot, and the flesh was about to be evaporated. The body was covered with white mist in the night, as if it was burning.

In the bald man's unbelievable eyes, Qi Sui made a completely unreasonable forward rush in the air. The fist that was supposed to hit the chest deviated to the abdomen, and Qi Sui's fist also took the opportunity to hit in front.

No, not a fist!

A machete suddenly appeared from the boy's sleeve. The tip of the knife was cold, piercing his throat and coming out through the back of his neck.

"Fuck you!"

Tick, tick!

Blood dripped from the tip of the knife.

The bald man froze in place, the shock in his eyes had not completely dissipated.

Why?

Who can tell him why?

This kid hid a knife on his body, and he didn't show it even when he was about to be beaten to death, just for this last blow?

Unfortunately, no one could answer him. The colors and sounds of the world were slowly dissipating, and finally reduced to nothingness and silence.

"Battle settled, over-level kill, professional [Martial Arts Student] experience +500..."

"Battle settled, defeated, professional [Martial Arts Student] experience +36..."

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

The blood color on the skin gradually faded.

Qi Sui held his knees with both hands, his cheeks were pale, and his breathing was violent like a fish about to drown on the shore.

Compared with auxiliary skills such as [self-healing], [metabolism] is more inclined to combat, but the consumption of mental power is too exaggerated.

Based on the current four-dimensional data, it can only be used as a last-ditch trump card.

Just then, hurried footsteps came on the street.

The few people who came wearing the uniforms of the Special Operations Department of the National Security Bureau quickly subdued the remaining men in black. The leader walked to Qi Sui and handed him a small bottle with a light green liquid in it, exuding the fragrance of plants and trees.

"Qi Sui, drink it, it will help your injuries!"

"Leave the rest to us, and we will definitely give you justice tonight. This is my promise, He Jing'an."

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