Great World of Magic Cube

"What do you mean." Nanjo Kisarlo still asked some frowns that he did not understand.

"In this world, people who practice martial arts can be roughly divided into two categories. One is the grandfather of the Yuga Museum, which is like the younger one, and the ones in the [Liangshanpo] that I have been with you before. One of the martial arts is that the realm of martial arts lies in killing people, never killing people, and killing people who are active in the underground forces around the world." Ito Cheng, who drives the car, explained.

"And the purpose of bringing you out today is to want you to see the true military appearance and to confront the warrior who uses the killing fist when the opportunity is right."

"This time, unlike the situation in which I played against Qianchun in my world, I was a little careless, but I was going to die." Then, Ito Satoshi added in a relaxed tone. Then, through the rearview mirror, I asked the Nanjo Jisharo whispered, "How about Ji Shaluo, are you afraid?"

"Hey, don't underestimate me." Nanjo Kisha heard the cold voice, then pushed his hands on the back of the chair, sitting back and sitting back, his face turned to look out the window. A scene that slides backwards.

Ito Iwam saw this lightly, did not stimulate the Nanjo Kisar, quietly obeyed the instructions of the Jiuhe Museum, and drove by car.

After driving for about ten minutes in such a quiet manner, the car finally stopped at a short distance from the courtyard of a separate duplex villa.

"Don't we go in." After seeing Ito’s stop, the Nanjo Kisha, who still didn’t push the door, asked with a puzzled look.

"No, wait a second, our goal is not here." Ito Cheng, who is holding the steering wheel with both hands, shook his head slightly.

"Oh." Nanjo Ji Sha Luo reached out and gently pressed the green small cap on his head and whispered.

After more than twenty minutes, as the engine sounded, a car slowly moved out of the manor. And after stepping on the road, accelerate to the far side.

"The signal source is not in the car." Looking down at the display of the ipad, the Jiuhe Museum should be reminded.

"It doesn't matter, just use them as an example. Let's see what the real warrior looks like." Pulling the handbrake and starting the car to catch up with Ito Cheng smiled.

"To Ji Shaluo, wait until you pay attention to watching, the other party is a talented master who uses kicking." Then Ito Cheng said to Nanjo Kisha.

“Is it?” Nanjo Jisharo’s tone was slightly surprised.

"Well." Ito Cheng confirmed. Then I recalled the original information about the other party in the original book. I would like to introduce to the Nanjo Kisar and the Kumi Hall. "The name of the person is called Christopher Ackrell. It is a professional killer without weapons. The murderous boxers are the united underground forces [dark]."

"Dark!?" said the interface of the Jiuhe Museum to be surprised.

"Small you want to know dark?" Ito Cheng asked the long-term hall to ask.

"Well, when I met Grandpa, I heard him talk about it." The Jiuhe Pavilion replied.

Ito Satoshi nodded and continued to introduce the information of Christopher to the two.

"The martial arts French leg striking used by Christopher is the French fighting technique that originated in the ancient Greek gladiatorial competition. It is characterized by a lot of foot skills. In modern times, there is a sports-style French boxing that deducts the elbow and the throwing. Fighting. But what Christopher used, can be said to be the main purpose of killing French leggings! In terms of purely killing, compared to Jishalu, you are now practicing Taekwondo. A little bit."

"Oh." Nanjo Kisha Luo nodded.

"Right. What is the [dark] that you mentioned in the mouth of your sister and Freya?" Then Nanjo Kisha looked curiously and asked Ito and the Kyuhekan.

"In any case, you will have to contact them sooner or later. When you arrive, you will hurt yourself because of the lack of understanding of his danger. It is better to tell you clearly now." After Ishida and Kumi Hall have to look at each other , whispered.

"I said at the time of departure that the warriors of this world can be divided into two major categories. One is the living man who pursues the martial arts without killing, the other is the murderous fist that pursues killing, which is represented by the living fist. It is the most powerful name [Liangshanpo]. As a murder boxer, it represents the vast majority of the world's international underground organizations [dark] who use murderous boxers."

"They have a very strong sphere of influence and a lot of business. They basically have business dealings with all countries and famous businessmen all over the world. The main business is to help the country train the army, help secret agencies to train agents, and undertake various dangerous assassination missions. And dispatching warriors to serve as bodyguards."

“Therefore, they have a great influence. They have their own branches in almost every country. There are also a large number of their supporters in the heads of government, and even the presence of [dark] people in the army. ""

"And the inside of [dark] is divided into two major factions. One is an empty-handed group that believes that empty hands can outperform everything, and does not pursue any external force. One is a weapon group that uses weapons and considers the strongest weapon. The leader of the empty-handed group. It is the ten martial arts darlings who are known as the shadow of nine punches, and the boxing sacred sacred one in the nine fists is the behind-the-scenes control of you [the dusk of the gods]."

"Ah!" The first time I knew the situation behind the dusk of the gods, Nanjo Kisararo was subconsciously exclaimed.

"In addition, the hostile target [yomi] specified by you [the dusk of the gods] was also a small group under the [dark] organization, but different from [the dusk of the gods], [the dusk of the gods] belongs to the boxing sacred Fang Yishen’s private group, while [yomi] belongs to the collective leadership of a shadow and a fist, can be counted as the young people who passed on their disciples.” Ito Cheng continued to report.

"It turns out that." The Jiuhe Pavilion said with a soft voice.

"As for why I said that you will be paired with [dark] sooner or later, this is not only because you are from [the dusk of the gods], but in the future, it may become a disciple who is nourished by the boxing sacred ancestor, but also because of Jisha. Luo, you joined the relationship of the new white union. You must know that as the new white joint master general, Shirahama and the one who is a living disciple [Liang Shanbo] is a big disciple who is destined to be treated as a target. Said Ito Cheng.

"But these are the things of the future. When Ji Shaluo and Xiaoya are still not in this world, I can't say anything." Then Ito became a fan of the wind and shrugged.

"Ki Sharo, pay attention." At this moment, Ito Cheng, who drove the car, suddenly shouted and shouted.

As Yi Tengcheng’s voice fell, one foot sneakers, the lower body wearing tight sweatpants, the upper body wearing a buttoned windbreaker, a blonde like Africans tied out a few slender scorpions, a long woman like a woman suddenly Starting from the overpass, and in the midair, a flying scorpion resembling a karate in the triangle kicked to the windshield of the car that Ito was tracking.

"Kur, oh!" Even if it is far away, the slamming sound that can be heard faintly sounds, the car with the windshield completely broken open straight hits a wire stalk on the side, and the huge impact makes the front of the car instantly A concave font.

"It's so strong." From the front window of the car, Christopher jumped into the bridge, and then he turned to the ground. The process of turning over and landing was all in the eyes of Nanjo Kisar.

Then I saw that the broken car was open on both sides of the car. One with black hair curls and two men with short blond hair immediately rushed out of the car and made their own response with a completely different reflection.

The blond short-haired man turned to the side of the flower without hesitation, and the burly man with black fine hair curled up with a strong arm and shot at Christopher.

Christopher’s body leaned forward and bit the man’s short shot in his mouth.

"Spit." An empty-faced Christopher opened his mouth and spit on the ground, and then ignored the thin-haired burly man, reaching out and tearing the door of the back seat of the car off the body. .

"Is he human? How could there be such a strange power." Nanjo Kisha was surprised to see Christopher in the distance.

Just not waiting for Ito Sung to answer, Christopher's next move was completely shocked by Nanjo Kisar.

I saw that Christopher, who had been standing in the same place, suddenly jumped from the ground and used a trick like a street fighter in the spring, and he quickly kicked the car and kicked it. Immediately after the two cars were attacked by countless hard gravel, there were a lot of pits and sag on the surface of the car, making the whole car look like a broken car that was dragged out after the landslide. .

Naturally, as the primary target of attack, the thin-haired man who re-hidden into the car was dead under the violent attack and could not die any more.

"Oh..." Nanjo Kisarlo looked at the scrapped car silently, and couldn't say a word.

"Oh." At this moment, Christopher's body turned and ran to the distance at a speed that did not lose at the speed of the car.

"Is it, this is the real appearance and strength of the Wu people." Ito Cheng said that Christopher figure disappeared into the streets. Then he stayed in the same place and let Nanjo Kisharo remember the image of the broken car before re-starting the car and driving to the target position displayed on the ipad.

"That is the effect of [qi]." On the way to the road, the Jiuhe Museum asked out loud.

"Yes." Ito Cheng confirmed.

The noodle hall that got the answer nodded and silenced again. Then the three did not speak, quietly recollecting the scene that I had seen before.