Some people said that a random punch could kill an old master, while others said that two fists were no match for four hands. This widely circulated saying was not without reason. To a certain extent, it could be used as a reference and was worthy of affirmation. Of course, an old master who could be killed by a random punch was definitely not a good master. Two fists were no match for four hands, and these two fists were definitely not iron fists with too much strength.
Experts. A true expert. It was not limited to the number of enemies. Not to mention two or four, even eight or ten, for a true expert, was only a matter of a little more physical strength. It would not affect the outcome of the battle or the outcome.
Even age, which was a fatal factor for both men and women, could not be directly reflected on an expert.
The reason why an expert became an expert was because his physical fitness and fighting philosophy were beyond ordinary people. Whether he was thirty, forty, or even fifty or sixty years old, when facing a strong man who was also thirty years old, an expert would have a hundred percent chance of winning. This had nothing to do with his age. What was related was that he was still full of fighting spirit and could still move his hands and feet.
Wasn't it often reported on the news that an old man in his seventies or eighties subdued several strong men with knives with his bare hands? Some people said that this was an expert among the people. In fact, this was simply a few blind little thieves meeting a true expert.
In fact, as long as their physical strength did not seriously decline, and their body functions were seriously damaged, a little older, in a life and death battle, would have a greater advantage. Because they had enough experience, and because they had a calmness that young people could not match. Also because, after years of exploration, they had a set of fighting philosophy that was most beneficial to them. This was a rare and precious wealth for young experts who had not seen enough of the colorful world and were not willing to spend too much effort to study fighting theory.
Yamamoto.
He had experienced hundreds of battles, large and small, and had once been the number one samurai in the world's killer list. He was in the prime of his life, and his energy and physical strength were absolutely at their peak. How could an opponent like him not be the most terrifying enemy?
Therefore, the moment Yamamoto appeared, Ah Si's slightly panicked heart was greatly comforted. He even couldn't help but light a cigarette to ease his tense mood.
However, Xiao Zheng's sudden attack and Yamamoto's thunderous counterattack once again made Ah Si's nerves tense and stiff.
This …
Ah Si swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his eyes filled with horror as he muttered to himself, "It's too scary …"
His speed, strength, and the terrifying killing intent that overflowed from his body, as well as the sharp attack that was on a completely different level from a fight with an ordinary hoodlum, made A 'Si quickly realize that once Yamamoto failed, he and Miye Zhao would probably be instantly destroyed by Xiao Zheng. There was no suspense at all!
Buzz!
Yamamoto brazenly pulled out his blade. Under the dim yellow light, the blade suddenly appeared with a cold glint. It slashed at the side of Xiao Zheng's neck at an unfathomable speed. At the same time, the blade in Xiao Zheng's hand approached Yamamoto's head. In the blink of an eye, both of them fell into a life and death situation. It was thrilling.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Clang!
When both sides faced a fatal attack, their figures simultaneously deviated from their original trajectory. While he skillfully dodged the other party's attack, both of them swung their blades and clashed against each other without any suspense. It made a sharp, ear-piercing sound. Intense sparks flew in the air. It made one's heart tremble.
After a fierce and brief collision, Xiao Zheng, who stood back to back, didn't stop at all. He didn't even turn his head as the blade in his hand slashed out again. The blade arrived first, and the person turned around.
Whoosh!
The blade pierced through the air and tore through space. With a terrifying sound, Xiao Zheng's blade was already close to Yamamoto's throat.
At the same time, Yamamoto didn't have time to pull out his katana. As Xiao Zheng's blade continued to expand in his eyes, he tapped the tip of his feet and shot backwards at an extremely fast speed. He landed back where Xiao Zheng was before.
Whoosh …
There was a heart-piercing cold wind in the air. The lights in the cold and damp parking lot were dim, and the figures were treacherous. It was as if a huge monster was roaring ferociously. Together with the whistling wind, it was as if it was going to tear a person's heart apart. It was intimidating.
The battle between the two of them happened in the blink of an eye. It was short, swift, and hair-raising. Life and death were on the line. Not to mention Yamamoto, who was in the middle of the authorities, even Ah Si, who was standing at the side, forgot to smoke the cigarette between his fingers. His scalp went numb, and his mouth was dry.
The movement of the two of them facing each other was comparable to the world's top athletes. The movement of Xiao Zheng turning around to slash his blade seemed to be able to use every muscle in his body, exploding with astonishing power. Otherwise, how could he have counterattacked at that moment? And Yamamoto's final retreat was as fast as a gust of wind, as fast as a ghost. Not to mention a blade, even a bullet would not be able to harm him in the slightest.
However.
Something unexpected happened.
Just as Ah Si was secretly applauding the two of them for their wonderful opening show, Yamamoto, who had returned to where Xiao Zheng was previously, raised his hand slightly and touched his slightly cold neck.
The place where his fingers touched was warm and slippery, and a strong fishy smell surged into his nose. Yamamoto raised his hand and saw that his fingers were dyed red with dark red blood. However, there was no horror. The only thing that surged out of his chest was endless anger!
A very shallow but rather long wound was left on Yamamoto's throat. The blood even stopped a few seconds after it squeezed out of his skin. This was enough to prove that the wound was so shallow that it could quickly repair itself without any external force and stop bleeding. However, to a world-renowned assassin of the older generation like Yamamoto, it was a maddening humiliation.
Clang!
Yamamoto pulled out the katana that was firmly planted on the ground. A sinister expression appeared on his originally calm and indifferent face. His bloodthirsty eyes stared fixedly at Xiao Zheng, who was standing in the same place, and he said coldly, "I will dismember your body into ten thousand pieces!"
"Nonsense." Xiao Zheng waved his blade and said expressionlessly. "You speak as if I will let you go."
Swoosh!
Yamamoto lost interest in communicating with Xiao Zheng. He waved the sharp and cold katana with both hands and rushed towards Xiao Zheng like a meat grinder. His imposing manner was extraordinary!
"He's injured." Ah Si said with slight worry.
"It's a small matter." Mister Zhao stared at the two people on the battlefield with a serious expression.
Small matter?
Ah Si was stunned at first, but he immediately understood the meaning of Mister Zhao's words.
That's right. For a top-notch assassin like Yamamoto, as long as he was still alive, as long as he could still hold a weapon, not to mention an extremely shallow cut on his neck, even if he lost an arm or a leg, he could still kill any enemy who was not his match in an instant.
This was the greatest advantage of an assassin.
As long as he could survive, his opponent would definitely die!
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