Teng! Teng! Teng!
He didn't expect that his simultaneous blow would actually hit him. It hit this guy directly on the chest and even knocked him back continuously.
Seeing the stunned look in his eyes, his expression suddenly became even crazier. Seeing that he didn't even react with discomfort, I knew that it wasn't easy to exert force with my left hand, and it was just sweeping across his upper body. Although it pushed him away a little, the damage was actually not that great, just like scratching an itch.
With a bit of annoyance, not to mention that I am usually not ruthless. After adapting to society as an adult, I naturally won't fight with people to the death. How can I be so ruthless? Naturally, he was slightly stunned in his heart, even with a bit of regret, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Sure enough, my unexpected and incorrect blow made him stunned for a moment, and then he rubbed me again in an instant. This time he rushed over directly. Although he was holding the spikes in his hands, he seemed to be two steps away from me when he jumped up.
Seeing such a high momentum, the spikes in his hand pierced me directly from top to bottom, and at the same time, his left fist also hit my face, instantly smashing it down.
In order to swing away his spikes, I don't have much fighting experience, but I also understand that negligence can lead to death. So I could only rely on the street fighting style I had when I was a teenager, look at him closely, and react quickly in my mind. Looking at his short body and flexible and responsive fighting, I was naturally filled with surprise.
While waving the spikes in his hand, he wanted to block the spikes in his hand, and at the same time, he also wanted to avoid his fist. But I seem to have forgotten that the thoughts in my heart simply cannot keep up with the speed of my reaction.
After all, I haven't had any professional fighting training or many years of fighting experience in these years. Seeing his quick reaction and speed, my heart skipped a beat and I knew something was really going to happen!
But in order to meet his attack, I had to react, but I was obviously a little too wishful. Because even though he was close to this moment, his spikes were blocked. But it was too late to avoid the fist he was coming.
It’s been a long time since I had a fight. Even though I was reacting quickly, all the thoughts that followed in my mind could only be made after the fact, watching the final action and reacting helplessly.
I don't want to have such a result, but at this moment I am really helpless, because I can only have this reaction. And I didn't seem to be as lucky as him. I felt his fist with a fishy wind hit me directly on the right side of my face, close to my nasal cavity and nasolabial folds.
Instantly, a soreness and hot blood surged out of my nose!
The soreness, numbness and pain even made me feel that my upper gums near the nasal cavity seemed to have been severely damaged. At this moment, I even felt like I was dazzling. I almost didn't have time to think about it, the world was spinning so fast that I felt dizzy.
Of course, I instantly knew that I had been mercilessly hit by him, but I didn’t feel the slightest bit sad or regretful!
Because I suddenly discovered that as I was hurt and beaten, maybe because of the blood, my hands were covered with weak sweat. I don’t know if it was a physical blow or a strong crisis in my heart. Suddenly, he realized that when his fingers were pinched together, his arm actually gained strength!
That feeling of being helpless and helpless, I don’t know if other people will feel this miserable feeling. However, after I suffered a blow, the pain and fear in my body seemed to awaken an instinct of resistance that had always been present and latent in my body!
I don’t know if it was due to bloodlust, but when I felt the danger of death, I was gradually able to coordinate my mind and body movements!
At this moment, he was attacked directly, and he almost sat on the ground. However, after I suffered the blow, I naturally took a few steps back and stabilized my figure instantly. Then, before the thought came up in my mind, I vaguely felt again that he was rushing towards me one after another, as if he didn't want to give me a chance to resist.
In this almost dark environment, I instantly felt that death was approaching so quickly!
But the thoughts in my heart became really clear. I knew I couldn't die. If I were a little slower, I would definitely be pierced by him and nailed to the ground.
I don't want this, and I can't be strangled by him like this!
So it was almost an instinctive reaction to get out of the way with a stagger. This time, he really moved smoothly, turning aside quickly, even before he could react. At this moment, no matter whether he could avoid it or not, he instinctively waved the spikes in his hand, not wanting him to get close for the time being.
After all, my opponent didn’t know my abilities, and even though I knew at first, my inner thoughts were a bit miscalculated and I couldn’t keep up. Now I have to pretend to cope with it, because I want to buy time, fight for my mind and hands-on ability, an ability that can be coordinated!
If I couldn't calm down, I knew I would be dealt with quickly. So even though I felt severe pain in my nose and around my gums, tears and blood were flowing. But in the dark, after suffering such a blow, I knew it was not a matter of shame.
So he shook his head quickly to keep himself awake, and then immediately avoided the fatal attack. Because he felt the spikes in his hand and was in the dark with the opponent, he fought twice in an instant.
However, because of this delay in movement and the momentary buffering of thoughts, my eyes finally became clearer again. I knew this guy wanted to get close to me, and he really didn't want me alive. At this time, any words or thoughts have no effect at all.
I knew the only reaction I could make was to fight back against him as quickly as possible. But after receiving two more punches on my body, and of course one on my face, I felt dizzy and unable to hold on.
But I gritted my teeth and endured the pain. Even if I didn't have time to react, I thought of the saying the old man taught me in the past, that your hands are like two doors, and you rely on your legs to hit people. In a hand-to-hand fight, the real attack on someone is not done with your hands. So at this moment, I instantly watched his movements and the direction of his dodging movements.
Then after taking two hits, he was finally able to kick. What I didn't expect was that it was this weak kick that actually made him retreat.
In this reaction, I couldn't even tell whether I kicked him or not. But the moment I saw him retreat, I suddenly understood that he was indeed a little instinctively afraid that I would attack him.
So I don't know where the courage came from. In an instant, after almost standing firm, my feet landed on the ground. Then I kicked off my feet and rushed towards him. This was my first direct attack. As I raised and lowered the stick, I waved the spike in my hand and hit him hard.
This weapon that was supposed to kill, now in my hand, turned into a club blow.
"Ah ah!"
