C81 Chou Jia
C81 Chou Jia
The gazes of these people no longer held the emotions and desires of an ordinary person, there was only numbness and viciousness.
Pow!
A youngster around the age of sixteen knocked down another opponent of the same age as him, and his dagger viciously stabbed towards the opponent's throat!
"Stop!" As the instructor shouted, the dagger in the youth's hand stopped a centimeter away from the youth's throat.
The other youth was drenched in sweat as he lay on the ground, gasping for air.
This kind of place was cruel. Every day, they would walk between life and death.
According to the instructor, only by looking at life and death lightly could one become an outstanding mercenary.
A situation like this could be seen everywhere in the training grounds of the entire city.
In the center of the forest city was a luxurious villa. A white man in his 30s sat in the living room of the villa watching a video.
In the video, Wang Feng and a Caucasian man were fighting to the death.
The Caucasian man in the video looked quite similar to the Caucasian man. If one did not look at him carefully, they might be mistaken.
The battle between the two was very shocking. Both sides only had daggers in their hands, and when they wielded the daggers, they appeared like white shadows. It was impossible to tell which direction the daggers were coming from, and the only way to determine how fast they were was was through the clanging sounds of the daggers.
"Puchi!"
"Puchi!"
The two of them struck each other at the same time with their daggers, but they didn't seem to feel any pain at all. Both of them kicked each other in the chest at the same time and then both flew out at the same time.
Swish!
The moment Wang Feng got up, he threw a dagger towards his opponent. The dagger was too fast, so the Caucasian man didn't dare to block and could only dodge to the side.
The next moment, Wang Feng quickly rushed in front of the Caucasian man and kicked towards the Caucasian man's head.
The Caucasian man stabbed the dagger toward Wang Feng's ankle. Wang Feng immediately pulled back his foot, and his hands suddenly pressed down and pulled back the Caucasian man's hand that held the dagger. He pointed the dagger's tip at the Caucasian man's throat.
The Caucasian man hastily used his other hand, and both of them clashed.
Peng! The Caucasian man was pressed against the wall by Wang Feng. The tip of the dagger was only a few centimeters away from Wang Feng's throat.
The two of them continued to shake as they had used too much strength, and the looks in their eyes were extremely malevolent.
"Ya — —" The Caucasian man roared and finally pushed Wang Feng away. The next moment, Wang Feng, who was pushed away, suddenly raised his arm and a throwing knife flew out from Wang Feng's sleeve. "Puchi", it pierced the Caucasian man!
The Caucasian man looked at Wang Feng in astonishment with disbelief in his eyes.
His body slowly slid down the wall until he finally fell to the ground. His head tilted.
"Big brother, I didn't expect you to die so miserably." If he did not see it with his own eyes, the Caucasian man who watched the video would not have thought that his brother would die at the hands of a Chinese.
This Chinese was not as big as his brother, but his body's explosive strength and fighting techniques were terrifyingly strong.
When both sides were wrestling, his brother was actually at a disadvantage, and had to rely on explosive force to push Chinese away.
However, even if his brother managed to push his opponent away, he was still unable to escape his opponent's fatal blow. His opponent had pierced his throat with a flying knife.
He would remember this grudge!