cicada

Chapter 1435 Fighting
Skorzeny looked at the bald man in front of him and immediately felt a great threat. He knew that the other man was a skilled fighter who was proficient in hand-to-hand combat, just like him.

Gui Youguang, on the other side, was also observing his opponent. He was strong, burly, and muscular, and looked like a tough opponent.

The two men faced off for a few seconds. Skorzeny's right hand, which was holding the gun, twitched slightly. In this situation, only the gun could end the fight as quickly as possible.

"If I were you, I wouldn't use that little toy."

Gui Youguang lifted his shirt, revealing a Browning M1911 pistol. He took two steps forward and spoke in English.

"Given the current situation, if we use guns, neither of us will be able to leave alive. Let's solve this like men do."

Skorzeny glanced at the alley, which was less than a meter wide and completely unobstructed, and suddenly smiled as he slowly put the gun back in its holster.

The other side is right; using guns will only result in mutual destruction. In that case, let's decide the outcome using the most primitive method.

The scorching sunlight slanted into the alley, blurring the shadows of the two people together, and the temperature gradually rose.

Sweat beaded on Skorzeny's forehead, trickling down his brow and into his eyes. Just as his eyelids fluttered, Gui Youguang stirred.

The bald man stomped his right foot on the ground and rushed in front of his opponent. He quickly raised his right hand and aimed his elbow at the opponent's chin.

In such a confined space, the expansive and dynamic military combat techniques were not applicable; only close-quarters fighting was possible. Therefore, Gui Youguang used a traditional martial art originating from Siam called "Ben Nan".

This is a fighting technique that uses fists, legs, knees, elbows, and all four limbs as weapons for attacks, and its style is exceptionally fierce.

Because the attacks target vital areas, it is common for competitors to be killed or injured in the Ben Nam competition in Siam.

The Military Intelligence Bureau's combat training not only included traditional Chinese martial arts but also absorbed the essence of combat techniques from around the world, all in order to achieve a fatal blow.

Although Skorzeny was unfamiliar with Siamese martial arts, as a skilled fighter, he sensed a strong killing intent in his opponent's movements.

With a loud thud, Gui Youguang's elbow slammed into Skorzne's arm, and the two separated immediately, widening the distance between them once again.

Feeling the soreness and numbness in his arm, Skorzeny's expression turned serious. This bald man was the most formidable guy he had ever seen.

If he hadn't dodged that attack in time, he would probably be unconscious or seriously injured.

On the other side, Gui Youguang swung his arm, chuckled, and once again approached Skorznei, raising his knee to strike the opponent's chest.

If you are hit by this move, you may experience breathing difficulties at best, and rib fractures at worst.

Skorzeny crossed his arms and lowered them to block, but with a muffled thud, he was knocked back several steps by a tremendous force.

The outcome seemed to be decided, but Skorzeny was not going to admit defeat. He raised his fists to protect his face and ears, and kept moving his feet back and forth and left and right.

Gui Youguang straightened his body, relaxed his shoulders naturally, and gently hooked his finger.

Faced with the provocation, Skorzeny did not get angry, but calmly looked for an opportunity. In a battle between masters, life and death can be decided in an instant.

Upon seeing the man from the Republic of China lower his fingers, he immediately stepped forward and attacked the bald man's jaw and ribs with a right jab and a left hook, his punches incredibly fast.

Gui Youguang retreated instead of advancing, tilting his head to dodge the punch, and then hooked his left leg up to strike Skorzne's waist.

Seeing the whip kick coming with a whooshing sound, Skorzeny could only retreat and hug the wall to avoid the attack.

But Gui Youguang's attacks came one after another. As soon as his left leg landed, his right elbow slammed into the opponent's temple.

Skorznee took small, quick steps backward, narrowly escaping the attack range.

The next second, the wall he had been leaning against was ploughed with a deep gash by Gui Youguang's elbow blade, and brick dust flew everywhere.

Heavy breathing echoed through the alley. Skorzeny was covered in cold sweat. He couldn't go on like this; the opponent had too much of an advantage here.

The confined space restricted his movements, while his opponent could use this strange fighting style to gain the upper hand.

Then, Dang Guiyouguang delivered another whip kick, but Skorzeny did not retreat.

He used his strong arms to block the attack, and then grabbed Gui Youguang's neck, using the same knee-to-chest move.

Gui Youguang calmly pressed down with his arms to push down his knee, but unexpectedly Skorzeny turned his body and the two turned around to face each other, their positions now reversed.

Skorzeny released his hands, looked straight ahead, and quickly retreated until he reached an open space at the end of the alley.

His previous move wasn't an attack at all; his real purpose was to retreat to this open space and gain more room to maneuver.

This is an intersection surrounded by houses on all sides, with several clotheslines hanging in the middle of the area.

Gui Youguang caught up with his target, his eyes full of smiles. He put away the "Run South" move, raised his fists and moved them left and right, also playing Western boxing.

Skorzeny twisted his neck and launched a series of punches, while Gui Youguang retreated and sidestepped, perfectly dodging all the attacks. As Gui Youguang leaned forward to the left and dodged another punch, Skorzeny suddenly raised his right foot and used a scorpion kick, directly striking the bald man in the forehead.

Having succeeded with one strike, Skorzeny pressed his advantage, launching several more kicks in an attempt to finish the attack.

Gui Youguang was dizzy after being kicked in the head, but he still managed to raise his arms to protect his chest by relying on muscle memory. So although he was kicked backward, he did not suffer fatal injuries.

The distance between the two gradually increased, and Skorzeny moved around Gui Youguang while talking to attract his attention.

"I learned your martial arts in Hamburg's Chinatown. They had some nice tricks, but unfortunately, they weren't very skillful."

Gui Youguang touched his forehead, wiped the dust off, raised his head and revealed a ferocious smile, his body swaying rapidly as he approached the German.

Just as the two were about to meet, he reached out and grabbed the clothesline next to him, looped it around Skorzeny's neck, and tied a knot.

In a life-or-death struggle, there is no distinction between base and noble; it's either you die or I perish.

Gui Youguang grabbed the rope, kicked the opponent's waist with all his might with his left foot, and took advantage of Skorzne's block to close in and carry the opponent on his back.

The clothesline was deeply embedded in his neck. Skorz reached back with both hands, but could only touch Gui Youguang's back. The suffocating feeling in his neck grew stronger and stronger.

Finding himself unable to break free, Skorzeny decisively abandoned his futile struggle, immediately inserting his left thumb between his neck and the rope to avoid suffocation, and forcefully pulling the clothesline with his right hand.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Gui Youguang felt his hand loosen and the wooden stick with the clothesline attached was forcibly pulled down from the wall.

"cough cough"

Skorzeny clutched his neck and coughed violently. Before his breathing had even calmed down, he rushed forward with red eyes and used brute force to push Gui Youguang far away.

The two remained entangled and retreated until they finally broke through the wooden door of a house and entered. After another rampage, they smashed through another door and rushed into a parallel alley.

Inside the house, a couple trembled as they held their child, watching Gui Youguang and Skorzeny flash past them, smashing their front and back doors to pieces.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Gui Youguang's mouth. He laughed heartily, twisted his body to shield Skorz in front of him, and rammed the man into another house.

Looking down at the residential area from above, the sounds of shattering doors and the cries of children and adults filled the air.

After a long while, a sturdy iron gate slammed onto the ground with a loud crash, and Gui Youguang and Skorzeny fell from the gate onto the road, leaving passersby dumbfounded.

Almost simultaneously, Gui Youguang and Skorzne released their hands, drew their sidearms, and aimed at each other, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Those around who witnessed this scene screamed and ran away in fright. A disabled beggar who was begging along the street jumped up and fled, running even faster than a normal person.

But a four- or five-year-old child, unaware of what was happening, walked between the two and blocked the line of fire.

Because they were so close, Gui Youguang could clearly feel the other person's breathing. Just as Skorzeny was about to say something, a loud gunshot and several loud bangs came from afar.

Hearing the continuous sounds of gunfire, Skorzeny suddenly realized: "This is a trap."

Gui Youguang looked at the other party with interest but did not answer. Skorzeny thought for a moment, put down his pistol, and shrugged.

“The child is innocent, it’s a draw, but you can’t keep me here, our fight is over.”

As he spoke, he whistled, and a white man carrying a rifle appeared on a distant rooftop; there were definitely more gunmen in the shadows.

Gui Youguang's eyes flashed, and he slowly removed the gun from Skorzne's body, just as the guy had said, the battle was over.

The two retreated little by little, each reaching the side of their cover. Just as Skorzeny was about to enter the cover, Gui Youguang shouted loudly.

"You are the most formidable opponent I have ever faced. If Germany is defeated and you need a new job, you can write to P.O. Box 23, Shancheng."

Skorzeny turned and left upon hearing this, neither agreeing nor refusing, and then his voice echoed in the empty street.

“Friend, you are also the most formidable opponent I have ever faced. If the Republic of China is defeated, you can also seek help at 44 Unter den Linden in Berlin.”

As soon as the voice fell, Skorzeny's figure disappeared, and a person quietly walked up to Gui Youguang and spoke.

"What, you've already become kindred spirits?"

Zuo Zhong glanced at the bald man with a smile. He had just thought the two of them would spontaneously kiss.

Gui Youguang put away his sidearm and silently shook his head: "Co-pilot, this German is not simple. In the future, we need more white partners, and he is very suitable."

Of course he's not simple. This is "Europe's most dangerous man," Zuo Zhong smiled and strode towards the direction from which the gunshots came.

No one can predict the future; right now, he just wants to see if the other group of assassins are actually Japanese.

Hundreds of meters away from the two, Gu Qi stood beside several corpses with a solemn expression. He had been shot in the arm, and bright red blood was seeping through the gauze.