Chapter 3 Chinese Kung Fu
Gold Coast, Europe.
"Hey, Daofeng, this Chinese boy is so ugly. I don't know why Linghu rescued him. Did he fall in love with this boy?" A Russian man with a full beard and as strong as a bear pouted as he looked at Zhao Ziyang lying on the bed.
"Omo, I actually think this guy is much more handsome than you. But I don't think the fox spirit is attracted to him. You know, Oriental people are very mysterious. For example, a Chinese boy who was specially cared for by the fox spirit suddenly opened his eyes..."
"Hey, Blade, do you think this is possible?" Omo stretched out his big hand like a palm leaf fan, took out a wine flask from his pocket, took a sip and said, "I believe in the fox spirit. She said it will definitely be possible in ten days... Ha, vodka is still the best, uh..."
A smell of alcohol drifted towards Zhao Ziyang's face, waking him up slowly from his coma. But he didn't move, and he suppressed the slight twitching of his eyelids, maintaining his breathing rhythm, pretending that he was still in a coma.
Where is this? Who is speaking?
Zhao Ziyang's brain immediately started working at high speed after he woke up. He had to figure out what was going on with him.
One, two, there were only two people's aura in the room, both of them were men, and the aura they exuded was strong. One could clearly feel the murderous aura that could not be concealed after years of fighting in the battlefield.
Two, should be fine !
Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth in his heart. With two dangerous people around him, he had to suddenly jump up and subdue the other party, and then figure out where he was and who the other party was.
Holding the flask and taking another big gulp of vodka, Omo looked at Zhao Ziyang. His eyes suddenly opened wide, full of disbelief. He saw the Chinese boy on the bed opened his eyes. He actually woke up?
His first reaction was that it was impossible, because he saw with his own eyes that Linghu injected the Chinese boy with ten milliliters of "deep amnesia", and it was absolutely impossible for him to wake up in such a short time!
But before the bear-like Omo could finish his exclamation, he found that his arm was tightly grasped by Zhao Ziyang on the bed, and then he saw murderous intent gushing out of the other's open eyes.
This undisguised murderous intent pierced into Omo's eyes, making him immediately feel as if he was facing a formidable enemy. The muscles all over his body instantly contracted and tensed. He grabbed Zhao Ziyang's left hand that was grabbing his arm with his backhand, and his right palm formed a knife shape and slashed fiercely at Zhao Ziyang's neck artery.
After entering combat state, Omo did not seem as clumsy as a bear. On the contrary, he was very fast, incredibly fast.
But Zhao Ziyang, who had just woken up, was even faster, so fast that Omo had no way to resist.
When Omo's knife fell on his neck, Zhao Ziyang dodged to the side, raised his right foot and hit Omo's ribs hard. At the same time, he struggled to break free from Omo's palm like a palm leaf with his left hand, and hit the opponent's lower abdomen with a hook punch.
"Bang! Bang!" Two muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh were heard, and Omo's huge body didn't even shake. He stretched out his hand and gently patted his ribs, looking like nothing had happened. But his face became ferocious, his muscles swelled horribly, and the combat uniform wrapped around him made a sound of cracking.
"Oh my God, Omo, please don't do this, you will crush the Chinese kid to death." Blade on the side was briefly surprised, but when he saw Omo entering combat mode, he immediately pinched his forehead and made a sound that something was wrong.
At this moment, Omo was like a Nordic berserker, with impeccable explosive power in his body. In this case, he only needed one punch to beat the fragile Chinese boy into a pulp.
"Huff, huff..." Omo gasped heavily, staring with his eyes like copper bells at Zhao Ziyang, who was standing in front of him across a bed.
"Shut up!" Omo growled at the blade behind him, then stretched out his hands and pushed the bed in front of him towards Zhao Ziyang.
"Damn it! Omo, you stupid big bear. If the fox knows we sneaked in to see what's new, we'll be dead!" Blade groaned and looked helplessly at the poor bed that was lifted into the air by Omo and smashed towards the Chinese boy.
With a loud "bang", something incredible happened to Daofeng: the bed, which should have knocked the Chinese boy to the ground, rushed towards Omo at a speed faster than it had hit him!
Looking at the bed flying towards him, Omo smiled disdainfully. He stretched out his right arm and made a downward chopping motion.
“Wow!”
The sound of the bed board breaking was heard, and under the impact of Omo's gravity, the whole bed broke into pieces .
Just as the shattered bed board blocked his view, Zhao Ziyang's body moved like lightning. While rushing forward, he jumped high and kicked Omo's chest with an extremely fierce side kick.
With a "bang", the kick hit Omo solidly, but it only made his strong bear-like body shake a little.
"Hah!" A loud shout came from Omo's mouth. After being kicked in the chest, he stretched out his right hand like lightning and grabbed Zhao Ziyang's collar, and threw him heavily to the ground as if he was grabbing a poor chicken.
However, when he was halfway through this action, he found that Zhao Ziyang suddenly raised his waist, and his legs wrapped around his arms tightly like a snake, and then twisted his waist in Omo's surprised eyes.
"Roar!" His arm was entangled by the opponent's body. Omo let out an angry roar, and the muscles on his arms swelled again, and he threw Zhao Ziyang to the side fiercely.
An irresistible force came over him, and Zhao Ziyang was thrown hard against the wall. But the moment his body touched the wall, he bent his legs and pressed against the wall, his whole body instantly shrank into a ball to relieve the huge force, and then he exerted force violently, and rushed forward like a cannonball, his target became the blade.
Compared to Omo, Blade is obviously much weaker.
Blade, who was attacked, immediately narrowed his eyes as if it was a conditioned reflex. He felt the power of the punch through the sound of breaking wind, and he immediately retreated backwards to avoid Zhao Ziyang's attack.
Zhao Ziyang lost his support and fell to the ground. He stepped forward with his right foot again and stabbed the blade with a fierce punch.
With a "bang", the tip of his fist hit Blade's forearm directly. At the moment of contact, his fist completed a rotation that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.
"Ah!" Daofeng screamed in pain and quickly retracted his forearm. He watched as the forearm that had come into contact with Zhao Ziyang's fist became torn apart, dark red blood continuously oozing out, and trembling slightly uncontrollably.
Horror! This was the first feeling in Blade's heart!
The opponent's fist was not just a simple violent blow, but at the moment of the violent blow, it caused a tearing effect through rapid friction with the skin. Such strength and speed were not something that many people could achieve even in the mercenary world.
In an instant, Daofeng's eyes lit up, and Zhao Ziyang in his eyes seemed to have become a rare treasure, extremely precious.
"Hehehe, stop, stop, is this Chinese Kung Fu?" Daofeng waved his hand to signal Zhao Ziyang to stop attacking, with excitement in his eyes.
"Bruce Lee, awwww..." The excited Blade performed one of Bruce Lee's signature moves and let out a howling sound.
With a "bang", Blade, who was performing Bruce Lee's moves, felt a sharp pain in his calf and fell heavily to the ground.
"Hey, man, you can't do this to me, I'm a big fan of Chinese Kung Fu..."
"Get lost!" Zhao Ziyang glared at the blade on the ground, looked around, and then grabbed the blade and asked in a bone-chilling tone: "Where is this?"
"Relax, relax, man, you need to relax." Blade, who was grabbed, tried to calm Zhao Ziyang's nerves, and said to Zhao Ziyang excitedly: "Can you teach me Chinese Kung Fu? I am a very good student. By the way, do you know the most popular young gambling god in Las Vegas back then? That's me. I can take you to the decadent Las Vegas and enjoy the life that only exists in the United States, with beauties, luxury cars, and most importantly, you can enjoy the feeling of being a God. It's really wonderful, ahaha..."
"This is Europe." A crisp female voice came, and a fox spirit with long golden hair walked in: fair skin, tall figure, emerald eyes, and especially a pair of glasses on her high nose bridge, which made her look sexy and intellectual.
When Zhao Ziyang saw the fox spirit coming in, he was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that there would be a woman here.
"Omo, Blade, the two of you get out of here. How could I let you walk into my laboratory without my permission?!"
Omo, who wanted to hit Zhao Ziyang hard from behind, withdrew his hand, glanced at the fox, and then said to Zhao Ziyang fiercely: "If you have the guts, come to the ring, I will tear you to pieces!"
"Afraid of you?" Zhao Ziyang responded arrogantly to Omo's threat. When it comes to a one-on-one fight, he is not afraid of anyone.
"Get out!" Linghu was angry and pointed at the door and shouted at Omo and Blade.
"Hmph!" Omo snorted heavily, clapped his hands and walked out.
"Hey, Chinese Kung Fu, woo..." Blade imitated Bruce Lee again, turned around and ran out.
Zhao Ziyang had no expression. He knew that the woman in front of him who had no killing power was the real danger because the two men were afraid of her!
"Actually, you should sleep a little longer." Linghu smiled mischievously at Zhao Ziyang and walked towards him.
A faint fragrance came over, making Zhao Ziyang feel very comfortable. But as soon as this feeling came over him, he immediately held his breath and stretched out his hand to pinch the fox's white and tender neck.
Just as he stretched out his hand halfway, he felt an irresistible dizziness and fell heavily to the ground, falling asleep.
“Hehe…” The fox spirit smiled cunningly, grabbed Zhao Ziyang by the collar, dragged him to the bed, and whispered to him: “My little white mouse, you are so awesome, hehe…”
There was a kind of Frankenstein's madness in Linghu's eyes. She licked her lower lips with her pink tongue and quickly tied Zhao Ziyang up tightly.
A full tube of blood was drawn from Zhao Ziyang's body, and the fox spirit immediately got busy, testing Zhao Ziyang's blood while muttering to himself: The cell regeneration ability is more than three times that of a normal person, which means that the ability to recover from injuries is far superior to that of a normal person. But how is this possible? What is the reason? What on earth did he eat?
