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A narrow corridor.

Someone is wielding a club-like weapon, charging towards you.

How do you respond?

Fang Cheng quickly retreats, raising his arm to block.

After creating some distance, he takes a blow from the baton head-on.

Then, using the momentary pause as both regain their footing, he delivers a powerful front kick to the opponent's abdomen.

Immediately following, he uses a rising arm and side elbow, seizing the opportunity as the opponent dodges sideways, employing a grappling wrist lock.

In a split second, he formulates a battle strategy.

Exploiting his own strength and physique advantages, he uses close-quarters combat to restrict the opponent's space to wield weapons.

Bang!

The man in black grunts, the baton slips from his grasp, unexpectedly slammed against the wall.

But his movements are unusually agile.

The instant his back touches the wall, his entire body contorts in a bizarre manner.

Fang Cheng only feels his fingers gripping the opponent's wrist suddenly grasp empty air.

With a whoosh.

The man in black actually breaks free, then slides quickly away along the wall.

He rolls once, kneeling on one knee, adopting a squatting stance.

A pair of eyes, visible through the mask's holes, faintly gleam with sharp light.

Then, he slowly retrieves a butterfly knife from a leg pouch.

Shua shua shua!

He flips it open twice with a quick front-hand motion.

Then, holding it in reverse grip, he reveals the gleaming blade, his eyes fixed on Fang Cheng.

This flourish with the knife shows that he is usually skilled at using this kind of flexible and compact weapon.

Seeing that the opponent has produced a sharp weapon, Fang Cheng naturally will no longer choose to fight barehanded.

Immediately, he flicks his toe, kicking up the baton on the ground, grabbing it in his hand mid-air.

Whoosh!

The man in black pushes off the floor with his feet, instantly transitioning from a squatting stance to a sprinting start.

His figure only blurs, and he has already pounced in front of him, as fast as a gust of wind.

Fang Cheng's pupils constrict slightly, his vision actually only seeing a residual image remaining.

You need to know that Goro Majima, after transforming, has developed thigh muscles and extremely fast explosive speed, but he has not reached such an exaggerated level.

Fang Cheng opens his eyes wide, capturing the trajectory of the knife light in the afterimage.

Immediately, he sweeps the baton horizontally, slamming it fiercely.

But the opponent seems to be just feinting.

A forward thrust is a feint, followed by a downward swing of the arm, stabbing towards Fang Cheng's lower abdomen in an extreme posture.

Fang Cheng reacts extremely quickly, already making a step back, dodging the surprise attack with only half a centimeter to spare.

However—

The opponent changes his move again at this time!

The butterfly knife flicks in his fingers, changing from a reverse grip to a forward grip, a reverse-edged horizontal cut, swiftly stabbing towards Fang Cheng's right wrist holding the baton.

Three stabs in one second, the speed is so fast, the knife skills are so tricky.

It is dazzling, simply several times sharper than the kung fu superstars in the movies.

Seeing that there is no time to make a normal defensive action.

Fang Cheng loosens his fingers, the baton slides down his palm, using it as armor against his arm to assist in blocking the blade.

At the same time, a side kick forces the opponent back, creating distance again.

Drip.

Although the wrist avoided the inner vital point, the back was still slashed.

Blood dyed the clothes red, dripping down, falling on the floor.

Fang Cheng takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the extremely dangerous opponent in front of him.

Seemingly because of the brief burst just now, the man in black seems slightly out of breath, and also stops to adjust.

If Goro Majima represents the inhuman limit of power.

Then—

This guy can be said to be another level of agile "monster".

Fang Cheng's expression remains unchanged, glancing at the 9 free attributes on the panel.

Still did not choose to add points.

Actual combat is the best way to hone your skills!

How can you easily give up such a rare evenly matched opportunity?

"What's more…"

Fang Cheng's eyes seem to have orange flames burning.

"How could I, who possesses two 20-point attributes, be so weak that I can't even catch a flea like you?"

After a fight, he has initially figured out the opponent's true strength.

Immediately, he simply throws away the unwieldy baton, then hooks his middle finger at the man in black, signaling him to continue attacking.

The man in black's eyes are slightly stunned, appearing somewhat surprised.

Immediately, he snorts lightly, seemingly provoked, immediately exerting force from his feet, charging forward with the knife without hesitation.

The speed even seems faster than before!

With a "whoosh" sound, a hurricane that seems to devour obstacles instantly blows up in the corridor.

"Focus skill, activate!"

Fang Cheng's eyes are calm, staring at the clear figure of the opponent emerging from a mass of afterimages.

Just now, it was just the first time encountering this strange opponent, and he didn't pay attention for a while, not keeping up with the opponent's offensive rhythm.

Now, after adapting to the rhythm, plus using the focus skill.

It can be said that Fang Cheng has been able to completely see the opponent's tricks.

Shua! Shua! Shua!

The man in black's knife skills are still tricky and vicious, forward grip horizontal cut abdomen, reverse grip horizontal cut abdomen, continuous mid-range thrust.

If Fang Cheng's mental attribute was not high enough and his nerve reactions were fast enough.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would be stabbed into a blood gourd in one second.

Of course, this kind of playing style is also slightly wretched.

Making it difficult for Fang Cheng to attack, and it is also difficult to raise his legs, forcing him to rely on flexible footwork to retreat continuously.

The man in black's moves are fierce and merciless.

Every time he stabs forward, he is approaching step by step.

Before, Fang Cheng wanted to fight close, but now the man in black wants to close the distance as soon as possible.

When masters fight, they often find a suitable distance in offense and defense, and finally deliver a fatal blow!

Seeing that Fang Cheng has retreated to the end of the corridor, about to lean against the wall, with nowhere to hide.

The man in black's eyes flicker, seemingly revealing a hint of a smile.

Just then.

Fang Cheng suddenly inhales and gathers strength, lowers his shoulders, and slams into the closed door on the right side of the corridor.

With a "bang" sound.

Under the huge impact, the door lock is broken open, and the door leaf is directly dislocated and falls down.

Fang Cheng rolls over and rushes into the dark room.

The man in black is slightly stunned, his figure pauses for a second.

Immediately, with some annoyed emotions, he sprints straight after.

The opponent must not be allowed to take the opportunity to jump out of the window and escape.

However.

Just as his front foot crossed the door frame, and his back foot was still outside the door.

Pa!

Like a firecracker exploding, a strong wind suddenly rushes towards him.

The man in black's pupils shrink slightly.

Only to see a leg passing through the air in the darkness, drawing a crescent-like arc, kicking directly towards his face.

In this situation, both the left and right sides of the body are blocked by the door frame and the wall.

Either take this kick head-on, or quickly retreat to avoid it.

There is no third choice!

The man in black is bold and skillful, directly raising his dagger to counterattack.

When he raises his hand to make an attacking action, he has already thought about all the subsequent moves.

How to stab into the calf, sever the leg tendons, and then pull up smoothly, completely crippling the legs of this ignorant guy.

Within this one-hundredth of a second.

Under his gaze, the blade of the cold light in his hand is about to touch the target, piercing the flesh.

That leg actually twisted suddenly at an incredible angle.

Then—

The blade barely brushed past the leg, only tearing the trouser leg, and finally missing.

It seems that this leg is made of rubber!

Bang!

In the man in black's incredible gaze, a whip kick heavily strikes his face.

In slow motion, only to see his head tilting back, his cheek being squeezed and deformed little by little by the sole of the foot.