The Last Mecha

Chapter 150 Fierce defeat, iron-footed Buddha
Jiang Mulin, from Cangzhou, was born in a mountain farmer. At the age of 12, he was favored by Li Xianzhi, the ancestor of Xingyimen. There is little difference.

At this time, the Qi metal has not stirred up troubles in Xia Kingdom, and Jiang Mulin, who has not yet come into contact with this strange metal, is a dragon and a phoenix among people, and his Qi power level is also at the top of 10.

Although his martial arts is still a few small steps away from the great success in the future, Wu Gou is not able to touch porcelain after more than ten years of professional study.

After all, his research on martial arts has not reached that depth. His only advantage is time and experience, but the gap between this kind of thing will not be so obvious after more than ten years. It is completely two concepts.

Logically speaking, Wu Gou knew it well. If he was going head-to-head, if he didn't open up the Qi door, he should not be able to beat Jiang Mulin at this age.

But if he opened it, it would be considered cheating, would he?
joke.

"Master Jiang?"

Wu Gou asked tentatively, but the corners of the young man's lips were tightly closed, showing no intention of communicating.

The bamboo slippers kicked on the ground, and in the shadows of grass flying all over the sky, the young Jiang Mulin seemed to have turned into a pale yellow sharp knife. His muscular arms were raised high, and it fell on the top of Wu Gou's forehead.

"You look down on me so much?"

Wu Gou thought to himself, and then a fierce force burst out from his eyes. He spun around with one leg and flew up at the same time. The tip of the black shoe drew a neat line in midair, shining on Jiang Mulin's temple. Boomed past.

A ferocious aura exploded from the man's body like wind and rain. He didn't want to avoid it. When his neck tilted and he stretched out his hand, he was about to grab Wu Gou's calf neck. At the same time, he punched from bottom to top with his right hand like a dragon ascending to the sky.

The punch from the oblique ground was very vicious, and it happened to come out from under the shadow of Wu Gou's thigh.

If it wasn't for the improvement of observation and reaction that Wu Gou had brought to Wu Gou, allowing him to observe the subtle movements of Jiang Mulin's shoulder muscles, he would have suffered in this first fight and was punched on the chin.

I saw him forcefully twisting his waist in mid-air, turning his body and changing his legs, and the pitch-black heel turned into a small hammer, and he smashed down, avoiding the capture and at the same time blocking the slanting punch.

However, Jiang Mulin's reaction was not inferior. He stood on both feet, and at the cost of being hit hard by Wu Hook on his right arm, he flew up to meet him, and the sharp knuckles on his left hand were about to grab his throat without hesitation.

This sudden blow made Wu Gou break into a cold sweat. Since he returned to this era, it was the first time he had seen a martial arts practitioner adopt such a desperate style of attack.

An arm, a leg, or even half a life can be weighed on the balance, and the purpose of everything is to let the opponent die before oneself.

The reason why Wushu was created, its purpose has always been to kill people, and it has never changed.

What discussions, what making friends, are just a little incidental product, dispensable.

Martial artists who came out of that chaotic era, as long as they made a name for themselves, they all showed this to the extreme!
This move paves the way for the ultimate life and death, which arouses the murderous aura in Wu Gou's body that has been dormant for a long time.

There was a smoldering anger in his eyes, and the deadly attack in front of him, a fierce force was launched from his neck, and then without warning, he smashed Jiang Mulin's left hand with a head hammer, and at the same time, he lowered his right foot. Withdrawing to the ground, the curled up left leg hit a knee like a rainbow passing by!
Facing the Jedi's counterattack, the fierceness in Jiang Mulin's eyes did not diminish by half. Even if he was confronted with Wu Gou's slapstick tricks, he did not rush, and flicked his left hand around the top of his head. The target was determined to take his most vulnerable throat.

At the same time, his footsteps half swayed, and one side of his body slid away lightly. Wu Gou's desperate knee missed the ground, at most he hit half of it. There is no change in the white foam, even the face and eyes.

As long as his vise-like left hand can touch the Wu hook, the duel is over.

But, not yet!

Wu Gou gritted his teeth, the mottled blood on the corner of his lips looked like a winding snake.

Just when Jiang Mulin's five fingers were within an inch of his neck, he suddenly leaned back at an angle exceeding an exaggerated 120 degrees, which was no longer within the range that a human waist could support.

There was a sharp pain in the waist, and Jiang Mulin's eyes flashed with surprise.

After Wu Gou's knee bump fell through the air, he simply did a backflip, clamping Jiang Mulin's waist and eyes with his legs, and resolved the huge crisis in front of him from an extremely strange angle.

This kind of impromptu movement is pure intuition and combat IQ, which cannot be taught.

But he immediately faced a more serious problem, what to do next.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Mulin smashed his fists down with the sound of howling wind, pulling out two blurred shadows.

Wu Gou twisted his waist violently, jumped up, took the move with both hands left and right, and at the same time drew a half arc with his right leg, turned his whole body upside down, and pierced through the gap between his four arms with a deadly kick. Pointing at Jiang Mulin's throat!
In this desperate environment, the first priority in Wu Gou's thinking is still not how to dodge, but how to kill!

but--

"Boom!"

A heavy fleshy sound sounded from the back of Wu Gou's heart, and he felt that his whole body was like a broken ball, most of his energy was lost in a flash, and the toe that was about to touch his throat went limp as if he had been electrocuted. go down.

He fell heavily to the ground, unable to move his limbs, and just kept twitching. It wasn't until the next second that Wu Gou realized what had happened.

The spine is broken.

Jiang Mulin, who had always used only his hands to fight against the enemy, finally showed his real killer move at this moment, kicking Wu Gou's vest fiercely with his flying keel feet.

Jiang Mulin, who is in his late twenties, does not yet have the title of "Half-step Bengquan hits the world", but has another title that is gradually forgotten in later generations-"Iron-footed Buddha".

As the chill gradually approached, in Wu Gou's field of vision, a young man with an expressionless face strode forward, bamboo slippers streaked across a pale blue trail, and then the world in front of him was shattered by the piercing pain.

Wu Gou panted heavily, and when he looked up, he could see the night sky with the bright moon track higher than the apex.

"It's so fucking true."

He couldn't help cursing, and the corner of his mouth turned into a smile.

It is only used once, and the harvest is not small.

In the previous life, he had been the body of the Martial God for a long time, and he almost forgot the fear of this kind of death battle.

Now recalling the life-and-death struggle, the feeling of losing a thousand miles by a hair, I still have a bit of taste.

In a situation where the strength is similar or weaker than the opponent, at least now that there is no means of staying in the air, it is better to use less legs for the first time in melee combat. After all, the balance is all on the lower body. If you fail to reap the benefits, you will be at a disadvantage.

In the first duel with Jiang Mulin just now, Wu Gou completely fell into the opponent's rhythm from that first kick, and he was never able to stand up again.

In a duel between masters, once someone takes advantage, it is really difficult to recover.

Wu Gou summed it up in his heart, then turned his gaze to the memory core.

nice one.

So what about the pain of death, it was a price he could bear.

He has to use it until dawn, and in five days, he has to cross the first floor of Tanwu's tower.

(End of this chapter)