Chapter 370: No Martial Ethics

"Boom!"

De Chai crashed into the building, knocked down several desks, and rolled on the ground for several rounds. He stood up unscathed. His body was covered with a layer of faint white light. It was this white light that protected his skin from being scratched by glass fragments and gravel.

De Chai did not care about his own situation. He just looked in a certain direction for the first time, and said in a cold voice: "Don't hide, I have found you."

"I'm not hiding..."

Cheng Xiao, who was moving his hands and feet, walked out of the dark. This man who was usually smiling and smiling had a serious expression on his face at this moment. He first looked at De Chai's hands and feet for several times, and then looked at the white light on the other party's body, and said in an affirmative tone: "Thai boxing master, add fighting spirit to exchange."

"Eastern warrior?"

De Chai glanced at the joints of his fists, where there were thick calluses left by years of hitting and training. Although he did not intend to hide, the man in front of him could see it at a glance, which was enough to prove that the other party was obviously quite familiar with it.

"Cheng Xiao, my name."

Cheng Xiao cupped his hands and made a strange boxing posture: "I've heard from the old man that Muay Thai is fierce. It is said that they can train every part of their body into the strongest weapon, and the bones of their fists are as hard as steel and difficult to break... I didn't meet any masters in the real world, but I didn't expect to meet one in the main god space."

"... You reminded me of troublesome things and some not-so-good memories."

In Cheng Xiao's tone, in addition to the high will to fight, there seemed to be a kind of awareness of being happy to see the prey, but Dechai didn't even feel like talking to the person in front of him, because he had heard this tone once before.

Some memories before entering the main god space are gradually revived. Dechai is a clone who unlocked the gene lock and entered the demon team after experiencing two horror movies in the original team, but this does not mean that he has no past before being copied. In fact, just as the clone Zheng Zha still has all the experiences and memories of the original body, Dechai also has all the memories from birth to copying.

The Lord God will not make mistakes in this regard, so in the current demon team, there will not be some "strange characters" who have been copied, but for unknown reasons, have lost all their memories and started from scratch.

Before entering the Lord God space, Dechai was an underground black boxing champion, maintaining a very high winning rate, active in the underground boxing world in Southeast Asia, and known for his viciousness. Those who fight with him often end up badly, with broken hands and feet at the lightest, and lifelong disability at the worst - but this man's men rarely have too many lives, and this phenomenon can be said to be extremely rare in the disorderly underground black boxing arena.

This is not because Dechai is a man who will show mercy, but because this guy, as a challenger, has never used his full strength. He has always been a "performer" to maximize the interests of himself and the dealer behind him, and he does not have any self-esteem as a strong man.

Dechai is talented, otherwise, he would not be able to win consecutive battles with only 7 points of his strength at most. Even the matches he lost were deliberately let down for the sake of odds, and the goal was just for greater benefits... Under the influence of money, he could give up some of his principles.

But everything was broken on that day.

"You obviously have the talent to move to a higher level, why don't you hone your skills, but would rather waste your time in this quagmire for money?"

The person who said this was an old man in his sixties. This uninvited guy jumped down from the audience after a game and challenged him on his own. And this arrogance that does not match his age does have corresponding capital - the Thai boxing that Dechai is proud of cannot match his Chinese martial arts. Even if he used all his strength, the young man was still knocked to the ground by the old man.

"This is an energy called 'internal force'."

To this day, Dechai still remembers the expression of the old man, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes were full of regret. He extended his hand to Dechai: "You have practiced so much by yourself, it's a pity to waste your talent here... Before learning martial arts, you must understand martial virtues, so that you can reach a higher level."

Facing the old man's declaration of victory, Dechai also gasped for breath. He said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, without moving his lips: "I, I admit..."

The old man was right about one thing. Dechai was indeed talented. During the battle, he had memorized every move of his opponent, and at the same time understood that if he really had a formal duel, he would definitely not be the enemy's opponent.

But the old man was wrong about one thing. He didn't understand Dechai's persistence, nor did he understand what Dechai could do to prevent the people behind him from losing a large sum of money.

So he died, died of a sneak attack - the anesthetic gun bullet hidden in the dark silently penetrated the old man's body. And Dechai jumped up from the ground, used all his vicious means on this person who was still showing kindness to him before, and at the last moment, stabbed the old man's chest with a hidden dagger.

"Your martial virtue can't save you."

Standing in front of the old man's body, Dechai seemed to be answering the question, and seemed to be trying to convince himself: "In my world, these two useless words don't exist either."

Afterwards, the underground black boxing ring where Dechai was located was uprooted by the power belonging to the ancient martial arts family, which finally made him desperate and enter the main god space. This is another story.

The past is fleeting. As a man who has participated in three horror films of the Devils, Dechai has long developed the habit of using all his strength to fight the lion against the rabbit. I saw a rattling sound on the man's back, and two arms grew directly from his back. Then the four-armed man's muscles bulged, and he stepped on it. His whole body was wrapped in white light, and he moved toward Cheng. Xiao rushed over!

Second level gene lock?

Seeing the changes in the muscle condition of Dechai's body, Cheng Xiao suddenly became concerned. Facing four fists that came from different directions, he stepped on his feet and easily dodged Dechai's attack. At the same time, he lightly pressed his left hand on the opponent's fist at an incredible angle. , with this power, the whole person instantly floated into the air like a flying bird——

"Nandou Water Bird Fist... Feiyan Liuwu!"

Cheng Xiao's strength is naturally far inferior to that of Dechai, but he grew up in an ancient martial arts family and has sparred with Zheng Zha countless times in the Harry Potter world. His vision is certainly not comparable to that of Dechai who was born in the wild. Perhaps the enemy's fist is as sharp as a big ax and as heavy as a hammer, but as long as the opponent's power is borrowed from the side, the big ax and hammer can only fall into the air!

Like a roc turning around, Cheng Xiao used the side of Dechai's fist as a fulcrum and turned his head and feet into the air. Then he clenched the five fingers of his right hand together like a sharp beak and pecked at Dechai's neck... It looks like a swan with its head raised to the sky!

The neck has always been a vital part of the human body. Cheng Xiao's blow came fast and hard, and colorless internal force surrounded his palm. If this blow hit, even Dechai would be seriously injured!

But how could Dechai be so easy to deal with? Even if he could not fully grasp the secrets of the second-level gene lock, he could already control the muscle movements of his whole body. He saw that the muscles all over the body of this strong man were swelling and shrinking like running water, and the countless skins on his body became slippery. It also made Cheng Xiao's fulcrum unsustainable.

Without the fulcrum, Cheng Xiao's attack power also lost nearly half. Even if the blow hit Dechai's vital point, it only defeated the layer of white fighting spirit covering his body, causing his neck bones to make a kaba sound without breaking. . On the other hand, Dechai clenched his fists on his back again, his joints rattled, and he forcefully exerted force a second time at an impossible angle, hitting Cheng Xiao again who had no time to dodge!

"die!"

The power of the second-level gene lock has exceeded ten tons, and coupled with the blessing of fighting spirit, the power of Dechai's fist is no less powerful than the impact of a heavy truck. Cheng Xiao only had time to summon up his inner strength and put his left hand in front of him to draw a Tai Chi pattern. Two fists penetrated his defense one after another, causing the man to vomit out a large mouthful of blood and drenched it on Dechai. He was knocked straight out and crashed into a desk not far away.

"Idiot, in a head-on confrontation, your internal strength cannot be a match for my fighting spirit."

Although it can be felt that the blow seems to have hit the cotton, and the force is not fully applied, the blood represents the real injury to the opponent. Decai didn't care at all. He casually wiped a handful of the blood that Cheng Xiao had sprayed on the back of his head and neck. He looked at the enemy who was knocked dozens of meters away by the blow and fell to the ground with a disgraced face and said with a grin, "Surprisingly, Actively jump your body into the air and lose your center of gravity... Do you think this is part of daily practice? "

"This is not a venue for martial arts competition, but a life and death battle!"

Dechai, who had just used his self-created skill to relax his joints and penetrated Cheng Xiao's defense with his second force, moved his neck slightly as he spoke, squeezing the joints of his four hands. Xiang, walked towards Cheng Xiao with a leisurely pace, preparing to give the enemy the final blow.

"Yes, I know this is not a venue for martial arts competitions."

Cheng Xiao got up from the ground and spit out the blood in his mouth: "There is no way. The power of the second-level gene lock is too huge. It may take me a long time to use Round Tai Chi to slowly defeat him in a head-on battle. You're going to die... I have no choice but to use this method."

"You? Consume me to death?"

Dechai burst out laughing, as if he had heard some big joke: "Is it because of your last move to block my fist? What about round Tai Chi? You still can't block my fist..."

Before Dechai finished speaking, his knees suddenly softened and he knelt down on one knee. For the first time, the muscular man showed a surprised expression: "What's going on? My body..."

"Poison, poison. The mouthful of blood I spurted out just now was mixed with the neurotoxin potion I took in advance. After breaking through your Dou Qi defense layer with the Nan Dou Water Bird Fist, it should take effect now. "

Cheng Xiao sighed, held his knees and stood up. The blow just now may have hurt him a little, but it was still too far to make him lose his fighting ability: "You know why I knew from the beginning that you were using fighting spirit." "Of course it's because I am also following this path."

And where Decai couldn't see it, the large area of ​​skin on his back that was sprayed by Cheng Xiao had long been corroded by flesh and blood, and even bones were exposed in some places. This was the characteristic of the Ernan Poison Body.

The green light on Cheng Xiao's body disappeared in a flash. It was not the green light that represented life energy, nor was it the color of wind-type fighting spirit. It was unique to him, meaning the color of poison-type fighting spirit: "But look at you. With your physique, this toxin can’t completely make you lose your fighting ability.”

Cheng Xiao's eyes fell on Dechai's trembling thighs. This guy was indeed a strong man who had unlocked the second-level gene lock. At this time, he was not only trying his best to remove toxins, but also mobilizing all his muscles. Be prepared for a counterattack... If Cheng Xiao dares to let down his guard and approach rashly, the counterattack that will follow in the next moment will turn the entire battle situation upside down.

——In this case, it might be a little troublesome to kill him.

No one understands the terror of a Muay Thai master better than Cheng Xiao, especially since this guy’s melee combat ability is undoubtedly strong. But when he was worried about how to kill the enemy, the sound of the Lord God’s prompt in his ear solved the problem. Xiao's doubts.

"One of the opposing team members has been killed. The Central Continent team has gained three positive points and currently has six thousand reward points. At the end of the horror movie, those with negative reward points will be directly wiped out..."

By the way, there is also this trick.

Decai, who also heard the Lord God's prompting, spent half of his energy fighting against the toxins in his body, and half of his energy preparing to fight back, trembled all over, and a bad premonition arose in his heart, and then he heard the poisonous bastard opposite him reveal his face. He smiled evilly: "I'm sorry. Since it's a life-and-death fight, you have to use every possible means... Properly utilizing every force around you is also a part of fighting."

With that said, Cheng Xiao took out the communicator from his arms with a smile and said to the person on the other side: "Zero Point, you should have done the killing just now. Can you see me? I'm begging you."

"Copy that, wait for me for two seconds."

What came from the other end was a ruthless, yet extremely reliable voice. But the sound sounded no less than the death knell to Dechai. The Muay Thai master who had not fully recovered his mobility and originally planned to deliver a fatal blow when Cheng Xiao approached subconsciously said: "Wait, you can't Doing this...aren’t the people in your country the most martial-minded?”

"Although the old man has always said that people of his era were most empathetic to martial arts and so on, he stopped talking about it after my distant elder, who was also eminent of martial ethics and a good teacher, had an accident in Southeast Asia. This is nonsense... After all, no matter how important martial ethics is, it is not as important as one's own life."

Cheng Xiao took his communicator back into his arms and shrugged his shoulders: "You have to be powerful when you go out to hang out, and you don't feel ashamed if you rely on your teammates. Sometimes it's good not to have martial ethics... If you are capable, you can also call yourself a teammate. ?”

"I killed it..."

Veins popped up on Decai's forehead, but the next moment, the bullet from the Gauss sniper rifle had penetrated his head.

My body is not very comfortable... I would rather say it's very uncomfortable, so I'm going to sleep first.