Chapter 153 The Death of Fourth Master Jin
Cracking, a series of firecrackers exploded in the passage.
Then sand and rocks flew into the sky, and smoke and dust filled the ground.
The two of them are no longer obsessed with competing with each other, but simply fighting for a winner based on strength and speed.
This is both a martial arts battle and a mental battle.
Even if Mr. Jin had 10,000 reasons to convince himself not to fight Yin Xiu, he would put those reasons behind him.
Yin Xiu, on the other hand, is a mountain climber. He wants to use Master Jin Si to sharpen his skills, spirit, and vision. There is a mountain ahead of him, so there is no reason not to climb it.
Two people, one stands on the top of the mountain. After decades of wind and rain, he has become a peak that others look up to.
The other one is at the foot of the mountain, rising slowly like the newborn sun, waiting to rise to the sky and shine with heat.
This is originally not contradictory. Some people rise and others die. Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river. The world is like this, and there is no reason for anyone to hinder the other.
But it happened that both of them had to get through each other's hands, and the matter was finally concluded.
boom!
After another fist bump, the two stepped away.
Fourth Master Jin rubbed his sore wrist and sighed: "Sure enough, human flesh can't beat the machine. With this punch, I almost broke the bones of my hand."
Yin Xiu's shoulders also trembled slightly, and the reaction force of the punch just now made his shoulder joint feel like a blunt blow, causing some discomfort.
Fourth Master Jin is currently leaning against a row of cabinets. These cabinets are usually placed in the passage to store things.
Some were for cleaning utensils, while others were for towels and shoes. He reached into one of the cabinets and groped around.
If it had been anyone else, Yin Xiu's first reaction would have been that he was going to take out the weapon. Maybe there was a dagger or pistol hidden inside, but it wasn't a good thing anyway.
But the opponent was Mr. Jin, so he felt a little relieved. He just let the opponent rummage around in the cabinet without worrying about what tricks he would do.
Sure enough, after groping for a while, Mr. Jin had a smile on his face. When he took out his hand again, he already held a bamboo tube in his hand.
"Here!"
He threw the bamboo tube over and Yin Xiu caught it.
After uncovering the red silk stuffed on the bamboo tube, Yin Xiu found that it contained some coal ash, with distinct particles.
He looked at Fourth Master Jin with some confusion, but the latter still looked disdainful.
"When I fought with you just now, I guessed that you were out of steam!"
He pointed at Yin Xiu's left hand, obviously saying that the fuel in his arm had been exhausted.
Indeed, after a series of battles, even if the fuel is replenished midway, the consumption rate is still too fast.
At this moment, Red Scale has reached a point where it is exhausted. Although it can still be used, it cannot exert its full power.
"I have been in the world for many years, and what I hate most is fighting those who only have half a life left. Every time I meet such a person, I want to stab myself several times, and then tie up one of my hands before taking action. .”
Yin Xiu sneered, "They're all just out to fool around. What's the point of being poor? Those who walk on the road are shot, chopped with axes, drugged and set on fire. Whether it's a sneak attack or a fight, it's fine as long as they kill the person. What's the point of fairness?"
"No, I just want to talk about fairness."
Fourth Master Jin raised his eyebrows, "Others can say that Kowloon Walled City is chaotic and smelly, but no one dares to say that it is unfair. Whoever has a strong fist here and dares to risk his life will be able to eat well and drink hot food. Where is the outside?" Isn’t it fair to have such an opportunity?”
Yin Xiu had no intention of arguing with him. He had his own views on "fairness", but it was definitely not a model like Kowloon Walled City. After lowering his head and unscrewing the screw cap, he scattered all the old coal ash on the ground and filled it with new fuel. The red scale instantly buzzed and trembled.
"Okay, now it's on fire!"
Yin Xiu stepped hard, swallowing a breath of cold wind, and ran as if he was riding the strong wind, full of power.
On his left hand, the red scale emits fire, and the steaming smoke is like a dragon, tightly surrounding him.
Fourth Master Jin also opened his mouth wide. After the roar of a tiger was squeezed out of his throat, his whole chest bulged suddenly. When he relaxed again, every inch of his muscles bulged, and his whole body seemed to have swelled.
Boom!
After the two exchanged another punch, Yin Xiu acted first after each took a few steps back. Pointing his toes, he inserted a foot behind Mr. Jin's knee to block his retreat.
At the same time, he used the crossed legs as a fulcrum, twisted his waist, and punched Fourth Master Jin like a comet in the face, carrying flames and smoke!
Fourth Master Jin put his hands on the red scales, and his palms immediately showed signs of burnt blackness.
But he didn't seem to feel any pain. He just pushed his fist back with all his strength, and then smashed Yin Xiu's temples on both sides with his hands like walnuts.
Seeing this, Yin Xiu hooked the foot that was touching the knee forward, pushing Fourth Master Jin forward, and she took advantage of the situation and crashed into his wide open middle door.
Upon seeing this, Fourth Master Jin changed the word "Paint" to "Zhen" and slapped Yin Xiu's Tianling Gai with his palm.
It was so powerful that even the bluestone would be shattered under this slap.
"The Overlord is trapped!"
Yin Xiu's eyes were red with bloodshed, she did not dodge or dodge, she let the palm hit her, blood spurted all over her body, her aura that had accumulated to its peak exploded, and she smashed her fist into Fourth Master Jin's chest.
At this moment, Fourth Master Jin suddenly took a step forward like a ghost and bumped into Iron Fist himself.
The red scale, which was operating at full capacity, suddenly let out an excited roar, piercing through Jin Siye's solid chest and passing through his body.
It wasn't until Fourth Master Jin's hand gently fell on his head that Yin Xiu came back to his senses and protected the already weak Fourth Master Jin.
"Master Jin, you are obviously faster than me. With that palm of your hand, I will definitely die." Yin Xiu was puzzled.
He really didn't understand why Mr. Jin took such a step forward and was hit by his punch.
Fourth Master Jin spit out a mouthful of blood, but his expression was still very plain and indifferent.
"I don't have much time. I originally listened to what the blind man said, and I tried my best to find Feng Shui corpses and search for people all over Hong Kong Island, just to survive. In the end, I made wedding clothes for others. Although I don’t regret it, but I don’t want to do it.”
Seeing Yin Xiu's complicated expression, he raised his hand with great effort and patted his shoulder. His palm left a blood mark on Yin Xiu's shoulder.
"Even if I don't die in your hands tonight, I won't live for a few more days. Although the prince and Shisan are two strong men in the world, I don't want to die in the hands of outsiders and become a stepping stone for others.
What if I die on the hospital bed, motherfucker! I, a martial arts master, did not die in the hands of my opponent, but died cowardly on my bed. If word spread, it would be better to be stabbed to death by a drug addict. ”
He showed a smile and said, "So I would rather die in your hands. After all, we are our own people. Killing is irrelevant. I would rather give this reputation to you."
Knowing that Yin Xiu was in a sad mood at this time, he smiled and said: "I don't have any last wishes or words. After I die, you can just put me here. There is no need to deliberately bury me. I am a gangster leader and I will erect a monument and be spat on." Water? ”
"As for this boxing ring, it's been decades..."
His eyes were full of nostalgia, and he stretched out his hand as if to touch the wall, and then put it down heavily.
“If it’s gone, it’s gone.”
(End of chapter)