lanterns illuminate rivers and mountains

On the third day after Xuanlin brought Ye Shisan to Tokyo, Long Jiwei was hit by this bolt from the blue.

The old dragon is gone!Went to Japan with high-risk humanoid weapons!

Oh shit!

For a moment, everyone in the Nine Places was in danger, Long Jiwei was engulfed in rage, and wherever the strong wind went, bloody corpses were left on the ground.

Xuanlin, who was far away from the Emperor Yamagao in Tokyo, was very leisurely. He took Ye Shisan, who was going abroad for the first time to see everything fresh, and found a big hotel near the competition venue to stay, and went out to sign up the next day.

It is not too late to sign up at this time, the preliminaries are not over yet, applicants have to be grouped voluntarily and arrange the game time, draw lots to determine the opponent and group.

When Ye Zhen went to sign up, the competition committee was full of tall, muscular male contestants.When the clerks saw the teenage children, they were quite frightened and kept asking, "Are you sure? This is a very dangerous competition. Are you sure you want to participate?"

Ye Zhen obviously couldn't understand Japanese, so he nodded and said, "Yes! Yes!"

Xuanlin said casually: "I am his guardian, and I agree with him to participate in the competition." After saying that, he signed his name swiftly after the form, threw away the pen, and left with his son.

The staff looked at Xuan Lin with anger, and they all discussed: "How can this be! How can there be such an irresponsible guardian!"

"Maybe it's a black market boxing coach, an inhuman guy!"

"There are also parents who are greedy for fame and force their children to participate in competitions, so as to attract the attention of the media!"

"Yes, yes, it's too much!"

……

Xuanlin's father, who was too much, felt his nose itchy as soon as he walked to the gate of the competition committee, and then he sneezed solidly.

"What's wrong with Uncle Xuanlin, have you caught a cold?"

"No," Xuanlin rubbed his nose in confusion, and quickly said cheerfully: "It must be your mother who is talking about me, secretly missing me, hahahaha!"

Ye Zhen: "..."

At this time, the registration was almost over, and the heavyweight and explosive players had already been hyped by the media for a round. Ye Zhen was submerged in the countless miscellaneous fish in the preliminaries, and did not attract any attention.

After all, the preliminaries are less difficult, less bloody, and have no barriers to entry.Every year, half-baked cannon fodder like Ye Zhen would be sent by coaches or parents to see them in the preliminaries, experience the atmosphere of the competition for themselves, and obediently go back to the stage to be an audience after feeling it.

By the time of the official competition, trash fish like Ye Zhen were basically wiped out.

Therefore, the preliminaries are not very interesting to watch. Except for a few seeded players who have achieved excellent results in previous years, others will not receive too much attention from the media or audience.

Everything was within Xuanlin's expectations, Ye Zhen was assigned to a second-rate player from Thailand in the preliminaries, with mediocre skills but strong muscles.Although it is the result of the lottery in name, it is actually a decision after consideration by the competition committee.

The cannon fodder who has no experience in the competition and looks weak at first glance, rather than let them fight each other endlessly, it is better to send a second-rate player to clear them all, so that the seed players who were favored by the media in advance can advance to the semi-finals without any effort .

But Ye Zhen was very serious. On the eve of the match, he looked up the profile of the Thai player on the Internet and carefully summarized the opponent's strengths and weaknesses: "Although he is stronger than me, his skills are not as good as mine. What's more, he has only been in the fighting world for only two years, and his experience is far less than mine, so there is nothing to worry about!"

Xuanlin kicked the triumphant Ye Shisan away, and said angrily, "It's already twelve o'clock, and you're still asleep—!"

In fact, if Ye Zhen's words were heard by other people, he would really laugh out loud.

Although Piak is only a second-rate player, as the data says, he has only been a pro in the world fighting world for only two years.For a young man under the age of 20 to rank among the world's second-rate players is already a good achievement.

More importantly, although Piak's skills are mediocre, he excels in diligence!He debuted for two years, and has fought more than 30 big fights, more than 50 small or private boxing fights, almost once every half a month!Compared with players of the same age, this number is already terrible.

The media and audience didn't pay attention to tomorrow's match at all - even if they paid attention to it, no one would think that Ye Zhen had even the slightest chance of winning.

Ye Zhen is full of confidence. If other people know about it, it will be a big joke.

On the second day, a total of [-] preliminaries were held in the Gymnasium. Ye Zhen was placed at [-] o'clock in the morning, and happened to run into the fateful match between the two seeded players next door.In an instant, the media and spectators flocked to another match, but Ye Zhen's spectators were few and far between, which seemed quite deserted.

But Ye Zhen didn't realize it. He changed into the snow-white practice clothes in the locker room, tied a black cloth around his waist, and warmed up energetically.

Xuanlin Dama Jindao sat on the coach's bench and said, "Son, you are so unfortunate that you don't even have a supporter. Dad is so pitiful to you... Oh no, there are still a few spectators over there." Those watching the game, do you want to shake hands with them?"

Ye Zhen said arrogantly: "Master, I don't shake hands with Japanese devils!"

"Oh that's great, because they're holding up a sign supporting your Thai opponent, hahahahahahahahaha—"

Ye Zhen: "..."

According to the idea that "the friend of the enemy is also the enemy", poor Piak received two slaps from Ye Zhen as soon as he took the stage, as if he had been slapped in the face.

Afterwards, Piack recalled that this was probably the most inexplicable and fastest-ending game in his life.

In fact, when he drew lots and decided to be in a group with this weak Chinese teenager, his fate had already shown a hideous face—it’s just that he had so many audiences, media, referees and members of the competition committee, he was stunned. Can expect this!

After the referee finished speaking the rules, as soon as the whistle was blown, before he had time to get back, Ye Zhen turned around and kicked Piak with a backspin!

That was really lightning speed, even the referee was almost blown by the whistling leg wind, and when he reacted, Piak had already flew out!

That's right!The referee felt as if ten thousand mud horses ran past in an instant, and rushed to count the seconds: "Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!..."

Piack was completely stunned, and shook his head vigorously to get up. The referee asked, "Is it okay? Can it be compared?"

"..." Piak nodded, panting, staring at Ye Zhen.

The referee slashed with one hand and stepped back quickly.Now Piak learned to be smart, strode forward at the moment the game started, and punched Ye Zhen in the face!

Aren't you moving fast? Well, I really can't beat you!

But when the two sides are attacking each other, can your attack intensity be comparable to that of Lao Tzu!

My defense can't prevent you, but as the saying goes, offense is the best defense!

Student Piack's combat strategy is neither unintelligent nor imprecise, which shows that he is not a boxer with muscles but no brains.

However, Ye Zhen didn't lose face at all, he flew up the moment Piak rushed over, and even brushed Piak's fist with his heel!

At that moment, Piack and the referee were in the same mind:

Ni-ma-!Is it a high jump or a fight, it's too fucking cheating! !

There was a loud bang, and Piak suddenly heard the voice from deep in his eardrum.

His eyes went dark, and the last image left in his eyes was the moment when the young man turned around 360 degrees in the air, kicking himself in the side with his left leg with a heavy force.

Immediately afterwards, the world was pitch black, and the referee roared and rushed forward to block Ye Zhen, knelt down on one knee, and counted the seconds loudly: "Ten! Nine! Eight!..."

Piack was out of hearing.

Ye Zhen's kick was too heavy, and he hit the cheek directly from the side. The ear bone was obviously injured, and the terrible concussion immediately took Piak's consciousness away.

"Four! Three! Two! One!—"

There was a sudden loud applause from the audience.

The medical team rushed to the ring, and the doctor yelled in Japanese: "It's incomparable! He passed out completely!"

"Lift up lift up! Watch out! Definitely got a concussion!"

"Ventilator! Prepare ventilator!"

"The fourth round of the preliminaries of the No.17 Asian No Rules Free Fighting Competition! Ye Shisan from China defeated Piak from Thailand within 30 seconds? Let Ke win!"

The referee raised Ye Zhen's hand high, and the few spectators in the auditorium stood up, clapping frantically, their expressions fascinated.

Ye Zhen looked at them blankly, under the high light of the ring, everything in the auditorium seemed very far away, becoming a faint and tiny dot in the strong light.

Xuan Lin stood up from the coach's bench under the corner of the ring, and threw the white towel aside.

"Son," he said flatly, "you won."

At the same time in Beijing, a shiny black red flag car was parked inside the large iron gate with electric grid.

The armed guard stepped forward to check the documents and asked, "All vehicles leaving this training base will be inspected, please cooperate?"

The driver nodded, and got out of the car cooperatively to be searched, and then opened the rear door.

Sitting in the carriage was a young man wrapped in black, with a dark complexion, deep eyebrows, and an indistinguishable icy beauty.

He leaned his head against the car window, the collar of his windbreaker was turned up to cover most of his face, and he was already asleep.

The guard clicked his tongue and asked the driver, "Long Jiwei from the Ninth Division of National Security?"

The driver nodded: "I fell asleep after working all night in the training room."

While speaking, several other guards had already checked the rear compartment, and came over and nodded.

"Since it's Director Long Jiu, there's no need for a body search, let's go."

The guard and the driver saluted each other, and the driver carefully closed the car door, as if afraid of waking Long Jiwei, and quickly drove the car out of the gate of the base.

It was still very early at this time, and there were no cars on the way back to Beijing from the suburbs. The driver was familiar with the road, and soon turned onto a small road with no people on the top of the expressway.

There was a slightly painful breathing from the back seat, with rapidity and struggle, and soon fell silent.

The driver's face darkened, and he quickly accelerated his speed. A narrow and rugged trail in the middle of the mountain immediately surpassed the speed of more than [-] kilometers per hour.

However, the struggle in the rear seat became more and more obvious and more frequent.Once or twice, Long Jiwei even struggled to make a sound, but fortunately his body was still unable to move.

Sweat dripped from the driver's forehead, and he finally arrived at his destination - an empty farmhouse on the outskirts of Beijing - before the sun reached the mid-heaven.

There were two off-road jeeps parked outside the big yard. The driver broke through the gate recklessly, and a shrill siren sounded in the yard immediately!The houses on both sides were suddenly opened, and more than a dozen Japanese agents ran out with guns in hand, and surrounded the Hongqi car like an enemy.

"It's about to die! He's about to wake up!" The driver scrambled and rushed out of the car: "Come on, come on!"

At the same time, the rear door moved, and then it was knocked open from the inside, and Long Jiwei rolled out.

He seemed to be struggling with some kind of force in his body, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was ashen, and he kept putting his hands to the back of his neck, as if trying to tear something out of his clothes.However, his hands trembled violently, and two agents rushed up to hold one of his hands, and he couldn't struggle immediately.

The agent hastily pulled him up and pressed him on the front seat of the car, probably because he moved too much. Long Jiwei struggled to open his eyes, and it took him a while to focus on the driver with his distracted focus.

"Wang Hao..."

His voice was hoarse and low, full of unspeakable disappointment.The driver Wang Hao buried his face in his hands, extremely ashamed: "Long... Director Long Jiu..."

The Japanese agent suddenly yelled loudly, clapped his legs together and bowed.Looking from the direction where he lowered his head, he saw a man walking out of the house and striding towards this side.

He wore a well-tailored black suit, looked to be in his late thirties, and walked with the sharpness of a soldier.He had a pair of peach blossom eyes, but at this time his gaze was focused and cold and frightening, as if a cluster of flames without temperature were burning inside; his lips were very thin, and this mean and ruthless face made his face look scary , even a little frightened.

The driver opened his mouth, and after a while he yelled, "Mr. Shandiren..."

Shan Diren didn't even hear of it, he didn't even look at the driver, he just strode towards Long Jiwei.

Long Jiwei's face was extremely ugly, as if just fighting against the invisible force on his body had exhausted all his strength, making him feel as if he would faint at any time.

However, when Shan Diren approached, someone didn't know what suddenly stimulated Long Jiwei's last bit of struggling strength, and even the secret agent almost failed to hold his hand in an instant.

"Shanjiren...you..."

Shan Diren was obviously very surprised that Long Jiwei could call him by his name, and he couldn't help lowering his head to hear what he was going to say.

However, his face changed in a short while, obviously Long Jiwei scolded something that was not very nice.

"You did put the first-class body in his clothes?" Shan Diren's face returned to indifferent, and he turned his head to stare at the driver.

The driver nodded hurriedly: "I haven't woken up on the way here, I don't know why just now..."

"That's because the first-level body couldn't restrain itself, and its energy was exhausted." Shan Diren smiled, and said lightly: "'Sample' really cherishes his master control source very much. There's leftover buffer remaining on him."

He roughly unbuttoned Long Jiwei's windbreaker, and tore off the shirt on his chest, only to see a black rubber-like snake lying on his chest, with its two heads attached to his heart, arching and arching in pain. .

The snake's body part had already started to rot, Long Jiwei tried his best to take it away from his body, but his wrist was pressed to death by the Japanese agent one left and one right.

"It's finished." Shandi Ren whispered, "Even a first-class body can be easily killed by a little remaining buffer of the 'sample', which shows how powerful our enemy is."

An agent said with heartache: "This first-class body is very rare, especially with two heads. How much effort did we spend to..."

"What do you know? Just a two-headed snake can be exchanged for the sample master control source. Do you know how jealous Americans will be? Their eyes will bleed from jealousy!"

Long Jiwei leaned back on the front seat of the car weakly, panting like a collapse.His muscles were completely stiff because of the pain, his shoulders trembled slightly, and sweat trickled down his neck into his collar.

Shan Diren's heart moved, he pulled out a dagger, and carefully picked up the rotten part of the snake with the tip of the knife to prevent the corrosive liquid from getting on Long Jiwei's body.

However, at this moment, no one expected that Long Jiwei would suddenly lift his foot to kick, and the explosive force of that kick would even make Shan Diren stumble!

It stands to reason that he should have been unable to move!Although the old dragon is powerful, Long Jiwei itself is just a main control source with no attack power, and the strong buffer force of the first-level body is enough to make him feel like dying in pain!

Several Japanese agents changed their colors immediately, and before they had time to rush over, Long Jiwei pushed Shan Diren away, and took two steps staggeringly.

The agent who rushed to the front was about to touch the gun, but Shan Diren shouted sharply: "—stop!"

At the same time, the two-headed snake opened its two big mouths and let out a shrill scream that could not be heard by human ears.Everyone else was fine, only Long Jiwei covered his ears in pain, and knelt down instantly.

The two-headed snake bowed convulsively, and exploded instantly with a pop.The thick and terrifying black juice splashed far away, several Japanese agents hurriedly avoided, and some even fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Shan Diren's pupils constricted: "—Long Jiwei!"

Long Jiwei lost consciousness the moment the double-headed snake burst.In the end, he only had time to support himself on the ground with his hands, and then his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

Shan Diren rushed over, hugged Long Jiwei horizontally, pressed his trembling hands on his neck for a while, and turned his head after confirming that he still had a pulse, and shouted sharply: "Come on! Drive!"

His men rushed to the outside of the courtyard, and drove in two jeeps one after the other.Shan Diren tightly hugged Long Jiwei, who was unconscious, and took a group of agents into the car. When he spoke, his expression was frighteningly fierce and cold: "Go to the airport and leave before the ninth office finds that Long Jiwei is missing." Beijing, and then change ships to the high seas."