End of ten days

Qiao Jiajin felt a trace of sweat flow down from his forehead, and when it hit his eyes, Zhang Shan moved.

He didn't dare to blink, letting sweat streak across his eyeballs, leaving a salty pain.

Zhang Shan took a big step, raised his fist to the back of his head, and stabbed Qiao Jiajin's head plainly.

This punch seemed ordinary, but Qiao Jiajin felt a huge punch rushing towards his face. He leaned against the wall and ducked sideways, and Zhang Shan's iron fist landed on the wall.

"Click"!

The huge noise seemed to be different from before. It was actually Zhang Shan who poked tiny cracks into the wall.

Qiao Jiajin took advantage of the opponent's lack of effort and immediately mobilized all his strength to hit Zhang Shan's side with a swinging fist. However, Zhang Shan just grunted and quickly counterattacked.

The two of them quickly exchanged punches in mid-air. Each of Zhang Shan's punches was as powerful as a bullet. Qiao Jiajin was forced to the wall and could not retreat. He only dodged left and right and blocked with his arms. Although he seemed uninjured, he could not retreat. Every time I blocked my arm, I would be shocked to the point of numbness. .🅆.

Zhang Shan's fists repeatedly hit the white wall behind Qiao Jiajin, and soon the wall shattered in large areas, but the structure of the wall was unknown. After it shattered, white powder began to explode like an ice sculpture.

Qiao Jiajin found the opportunity to block the heavy punch from Zhang Shan's right hand with his left arm, then endured the pain like a broken bone and suddenly raised his right elbow, hitting Zhang Shan's chin.

Zhang Shan's mouth was instantly filled with the smell of blood, and he seemed to lose consciousness for an instant. He turned half a circle unconsciously, then suddenly accelerated his rotation and threw a thick right fist over.

Qiao Jiajin shrank back based on intuition, and a large piece of flesh was scratched on his face by the extremely fast fist. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward, pushing his left and right elbows forward in turn, hitting Zhang Shan's chest one after another.

Zhang Shan blocked awkwardly while retreating quickly. When Qiao Jiajin took off and raised his knees, he gave up resisting. When his knees suddenly hit his chest, he hugged Qiao Jiajin in mid-air, and then Turn around and throw it to the ground.

While Qiao Jiajin was still unable to move, Zhang Shan flew up and stepped down hard. Qiao Jiajin also rolled out of the way at the critical moment, and then swept towards Zhang Shan's legs fiercely, dragging Zhang Shan in as well. ground.

The two of them switched from standing to punching and pulling on the ground. At this time, the adrenaline hormones had taken control of the whole body.

I forgot about fatigue and pain.

They only remember to use their awareness to attack and block.

After exchanging a few punches on the ground, the two stood up again and continued to punch each other in the face.

The punches of both men are extremely terrifying, and you must block these punches if you want to survive.

But at this moment...how can I stop it?

Their physical strength and consciousness could no longer allow them to think about more problems. Their faces were stained with blood. Qiao Jiajin finally couldn't resist and received a solid punch from Zhang Shan on his temple.

The power contained in this punch far exceeded his imagination. He felt his head suddenly twist to the side, and his ears suddenly started ringing.

He felt like the world was spinning, and all consciousness was moving away from him.

The body of an ordinary person is indeed unable to knock down a mountain... Are we about to fall?

Although I am not a mountain, the things I carry on my back are heavier than a mountain.

"Master Rong, I know nothing but fighting. You saved me and Jiuzai. From now on, I will follow you and help you fight."

"Liar, you have the brains and I have the fists, shall we cooperate?"

Only when you raise your fist do you feel that you really exist.

Only when you work hard for others do you feel that you can really repay these kindnesses.

Qiao Jiajin felt like he was slowly falling in a dark space, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

After you get out... what are you going to do?

Repay a favor, or take revenge?

I don't know either.

After all, everyone important to him in this world is no longer there.

He slowly opened his eyes in the darkness and saw two teenagers running forward in front of him, with words tattooed on their backs and smiles on their faces.

Compared with that time, this journey was...extraordinarily tiring.

The last time I was so tired, I went to the casino with Mr. Rong and was beaten by three people.

More than a dozen people chased and hacked him. He dragged Master Rong away while beating him, and he was injured while beating him.

But there were too many of them... After beating one, there was another, and after beating ten, there were still ten.

So if I fall down...will it be over?

I fell down...can I put down the things on my shoulders?

If he falls down, and Zhang Shan opens his own "door" and rushes in, who can stop him?

His fists are as hard as steel, and his speed is as fast as bullets. His body is like a mountain, and he will not fall down even if he takes dozens of punches from himself.

so……

Seeing that Qiao Jiajin's center of gravity was unstable, Zhang Shan took a step forward and threw another heavy punch. As long as this punch could hit the opponent's front door, the fight would really be decided.

When his fist was only a few centimeters away from Qiao Jiajin's cheek, Qiao Jiajin stretched out his hand like a conditioned reflex and grasped Zhang Shan's huge fist.

"So I can't fall..."

"Even if I die, I can't fall down and die..."

"As long as I am still standing, the enemy will not dare to touch the people behind me..."

Qiao Jiajin suddenly opened his eyes, roared and flew out his right fist, hitting Zhang Shan hard in the face.

Before Zhang Shan could even react to what happened, he was hit by the violent punch and took five steps back, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

Zhang Shan secretly thought something was wrong, and quickly came to his senses and made a blocking gesture.

What followed was Qiao Jiajin's fists like a storm. The surge of adrenaline hormones made the two of them feel no pain for a while. Zhang Shan simply gave up resisting and began to fight back the opponent's fists.

Neither of them resisted anymore, but just punched out towards the other's face.

The blood spitting out of their mouths flew everywhere, and as the opponent's punches flew away from their bodies, the entire "river" was stained with blood-red stars.

There was deathly silence all around, and only the whistling of the fist wind could be heard, and from time to time, the sound of fists and flesh colliding could be heard.

Qiao Jiajin didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or the sequelae of being hit too many times. He could no longer see anything in front of his eyes, only a red black.

But Zhang Shan is right there.

Whenever you throw a punch and it hits him, he's there.

So you can't move a step, you can't retreat a step. If you take this step away, you will never be able to hit him again.

Ten punches, twenty punches.

The speed of the two punches gradually slowed down, but they still hit each other's head accurately.

More blood and harsher winds were scattered everywhere.

After dozens of punches, both of them seemed to have stopped moving. Qiao Jiajin couldn't even speak. His ears were ringing and his mouth was bleeding, but the battle was still not over.

He lowered his head slowly, waiting for the fist that was supposed to come but never came.

Zhang Shan is right there.

Now the other party has stopped... This is a good opportunity...

Qiao Jiajin slowly raised his fist and punched according to muscle memory.

But the punch was empty.

Empty...why was this punch empty?

Zhang Shan...have you backed down...

You know I can't see...so are you holding back?

Qiao Jiajin changed his angle, raised his arm with all his strength, and punched hard.

Empty again.

Don't leave, Qiao Jiajin thought to himself, you can't leave before I fall.

As long as I'm still standing here, none of my teammates can move.

He could only turn his body again and punched the void again.

I don't know whether he punched the air a few times or dozens of times, but a pair of hands slowly pressed his shoulders, and then stretched out his hand to hold down his fist.

The owner of those hands said to him softly:

"Fist...Okay...Thank you for your hard work...He fell..."

After hearing this, Qiao Jiajin froze in place for a long time. His face had no consciousness, so he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. He only remembered that he made an expression and then slowly fell down.

He didn't remember falling to the ground, just being held up again.

This time, what held him up was the thing on his shoulders.