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Ah Fu roared angrily, and the muscles all over his body bulged, and the human body aesthetics were perfectly displayed on Ah Fu's body.

"Bear's paw strikes!"

Hit the ground with all your strength.

Suddenly the venue shook slightly, and a three-centimeter palm print appeared on the ground.

You must know that the entire training ground is made of alloy ground, and even bullets only make the ground slightly dented.

Abel was also startled, and his sprinting pace was disrupted.

At that moment, the stabbing turned into a slash.

"Oh!"

An ordinary Tang knife actually produced a sonic boom in Abel's hand.

But Abel's previous pause had given Ah Fu a chance to breathe, and he seized the moment to dodge.

Come to the side of Abel.

"Flying Fist!"

Abel's eyes had already glanced at Ah Fu's figure, but he couldn't take the long knife back.

But his feet were not slow and he kicked Afu at the same time.

"Bang!" A muffled sound sounded.

Abel and Afu retreated at the same time.

Abel forcefully took a punch from Afu, but his strong physical fitness allowed him to recover within a few seconds.

On the other hand, there was a big footprint left on Ah Fu's chest. The wound that had been scratched by the long knife burst open and blood gushed out again.

Ah Fu wiped the blood from his chest and remembered what his master said when he was learning martial arts: an inch long is strong, an inch short is dangerous. When you encounter an enemy with a long weapon, you must stick to him and fight him. Don't let his weapon have room to play. If the opponent has a short weapon, you must hit it with one hit and retreat after hitting it. Only by spending this way can you win.

"Two Dragons Exploring Pearls!"

In an instant, he came to Abel and poked Abel in the eyes with both fingers.

Abel raised his left hand to defend himself, and picked up the long knife with his right hand to strike at Ah Fu.

At that moment, Abel's left hand protected his eyes.

Ah Fu came to Abel's left side in an instant.

"The cat turns around to pick up a hungry crane looking for shrimp!"

A palm struck Abel in the left side.

"Crack!"

Ah Fu knew very well that this was the sound of cracking bones, but he didn't want to fight at the moment and walked away as soon as he touched it.

Abel was also aware of his physical condition, and his eyes were slightly red.

Take the knife in your backhand, turn around and slash to the left.

In an instant, the two exchanged blows again, and the distance was again widened.

A drop of blood fell along the tip of the knife.

Abel's ribs on the left side were also dented.

Ah Fu's face was pale and he was breathing heavily. He covered the wound on his abdomen with both hands, but blood still inevitably gushes out. He was extremely anxious inside. The loss of blood had greatly reduced his strength. If he continued like this, he would either bleed to death or be chopped by Abel.

I have never seen someone with such a fast reaction speed. He has the blessing of the rabbit charm, but every time he attacks, he will be injured in exchange for injuries. In other words, every time he attacks, he can predict it and have already taken precautions.

"Abel, don't forget your promise not to fall into violence." Wang Yue shouted loudly from the outside.

Abel nodded slightly, the redness in his eyes forced down.

A broken rib will cause you to not turn around in time, easily exposing flaws, so you must strike first.

He stepped hard on the ground and stirred up a circle of dust.

He used the long knife in his backhand to protect himself and rushed towards Ah Fu again.

Cold sweat flowed into Ah Fu's eyes, but Ah Fu didn't dare to blink.

The serious injury to his abdomen caused excruciating pain every time he breathed, and now it was even more difficult to move.

Now there is only one chance to attack, life or death depends on this one time!

It must be a fatal blow!

The blade gradually approached Ah Fu.

But Ah Fu remained stagnant in place, clearly feeling that death was coming.

I thought silently in my heart: "It's not time yet! It's not time yet! It's not time yet!"

The moment the tip of the knife was about to touch Ah Fu's chest.

Ah Fu's knees were slightly bent and he rose into the air.

Blood from his abdomen splashed into Abel's eyes.

Abel closed his eyes subconsciously, only to hear a roar coming from his ears.

“Crows fly!”

A huge force came from above and kicked Abel in the head.

But the cold light flashed across, blood spattered, and one leg separated from Ah Fu's body.

After a while...

Abel got up with difficulty, barely able to withstand the heavy blow to his head, but his body was swaying and he was somewhat unsteady on his feet.

Shaking his head, he found that Ah Fu had fallen to the ground and passed out.

"Won!"

Abel raised his long knife, but instead of slashing at Ah Fu, it stayed in the air.

Wang Yue came to the training ground and asked, "You won, now you decide whether he lives or dies."

Abel nodded slightly and put down his long sword: "A very good warrior."

Wang Yue waved his hand, and the doctor immediately carried Ah Fu down for treatment.

At the same time, Ah Fu was promoted to one of the members of the E-level temporary formation.

"Are you still interested in your team? The position of captain has been reserved for you!" Wang Yue said.

Abel hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I want to take away that person just now!"

"No problem, but he needs a period of training before he can be on the special teams."

"Okay!" Abel replied simply, then turned and returned to his holding room to recover from his injuries.

Wang Yue walked up to his father with a smile and stretched out a hand: "Cheng Wutian, you are wrong!"

Dad pushed up his glasses: "If you give Ah Fu some time to adapt to the spell, then Ah Fu will win."

He raised his palm, retracted three fingers, and hit Jackie Chan on the head with a dunk.

"Oh! Dad! What else are you going to do?"

Dad lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "One more thing, Jackie Chan, give me money."

Jackie Chan sighed helplessly, took out ten dollars and handed it to Wang Yue.

But he complained in his heart: Why do you have to pay for your bet?

"Oh!" Another dunk hit Jackie Chan on the head.

"Dad!"o╥﹏╥o

Dad said slowly: "Jackie Chan, did you just scold me?"

Did I just make a sound? Jackie Chan looked confused.

He quickly shook his head: "No, no, no."

Wang Yue smiled and said: "How is the Holy Master doing recently?"

The father shook his head: "I only found the entrance to a demon. Now the Holy Master is hiding in a cave and cannot come out, so it is difficult to explore."

"That's it! Do you know what he is doing?"

The father said with a serious face: "They should be drawing a magic array. You need to go in to know the specific array."

"where?"

"Kangchenjunga! On the border of India."

"Red Queen, how is our development in India?" Wang Yue asked.

"Commander, there is no branch in India, but we have made friends with a senior Indian military officer."

Wang Yue said: "Let's arrange for India to conduct a military exercise near Mount Kangchenjunga and blow up the mountain to see what the Holy Lord is doing?"

"Yes."

After thinking for a while, Wang Yue continued: "Arrange some people to pretend to be S.H.I.E.L.D. and join in the drill together. The bombs of those people in India are not reliable."

"But, Commander, didn't you already promise Nick Fury not to pretend to be S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Wang Yue asked blankly: "Did I say it? Why didn't I know? It's okay, he won't mind!"

"Yes."