novelSusiti Chapter 23 What? An arrow between pectoral muscles?
Chapter 23 What? An arrow between pectoral muscles?
The appearance of two mysterious figures of unknown origin made the atmosphere on the 21st floor eerie and oppressive.
Neither Chen Jun nor Xing Tian dared to speak rashly. They could only stare at each other with wary and uneasy eyes, while frantically praying in their hearts—
Liu Li, come quick! Help!
"Wonderful, wonderful, absolutely wonderful, big guy, your strength has surprised me, and even my fighting spirit has been aroused by you."
The one speaking was the burly black man on the right. If it weren't for the reflection of his bald head, it would be very difficult to spot him standing there.
"Muscle Mountain, you're quite something. Yang definitely didn't expect to die at the hands of the enemy in this way. I was originally going to let you go, but after seeing how you killed Yang, I've changed my mind. Hehehe."
This time, the one speaking was the shadowy figure on the left. You could vaguely tell he was white, and his voice sent a strange chill down your spine.
That fiery red hair was as alluring as fresh blood.
It is particularly eye-catching.
The two did not stop talking. After they finished speaking, they had already passed through the fire door and walked several meters forward, leaving them less than 5 meters away from Chen Jun.
The two sides entered close combat, and Chen Jun was finally able to see the two people in front of him clearly.
Good guy!
These two men were incredibly strong; their bodybuilder-like muscles stretched their camouflage T-shirts so much they looked like they were about to burst, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
If Chen Jun's muscles are like those of a brown bear, full and huge yet without any sharpness, they are like the most perfect work of art.
Their muscles were like those of tigers, far less than half the size of Chen Jun's, yet they gleamed with the cold light of steel, giving off an extremely solid and sharp feeling.
Chen Jun, who had not been tempered by the blood and fire of the battlefield, felt inexplicably uneasy when he saw their muscles.
There was a misconception that my strength was inferior to theirs.
Especially the white man on the left, who is about 1.85 meters tall, has a hideous scar on his face that runs from his brow bone, across his eye, down to his chin, across his entire face.
His face, combined with his perfectly sculpted muscles, gives him an unparalleled and powerful aura.
Chen Jun was intimidated by the imposing presence of the two men and stood there warily, not daring to make any move. Xing Tian, who had fallen to the ground, also struggled to his feet.
Both knives had been thrown away as throwing knives, and the pistol was nowhere to be found. Fortunately, the crossbow was on his back, becoming Xing Tian's only weapon.
He drew the bowstring and aimed at the two men.
The red-haired white man and the bald black man didn't take Chen Jun and Xing Tian's hostile stance seriously.
The two of them felt relaxed, as if they were on vacation.
The red-haired scarred man was all smiles, not in a hurry to make a move at all, and jokingly said, "You two little guys, are you picking your opponents?"
This guy has thick lips and looks honest, but he's actually a ruthless killer.
"Heh, Butcher, you really are a bastard," the bald black man who was being slandered laughed and cursed.
Chen Jun couldn't stand it any longer. These two guys were too arrogant. He had no choice but to take the initiative and shouted, "We've already called the special operations team. You'd better leave right now, or you'll be spending your lives in jail."
Chen Jun has always had a strong learning ability. Although his English is not as good as that of professionals, it is sufficient for daily communication without any problems.
"No matter who you are, back off and get out of here. My crossbow doesn't have eyes." Xing Tian echoed Chen Jun.
"Kid, who are you trying to scare with that toy? Don't compare me to that piece of trash who got hit and killed. If you want to shoot, go ahead, but aim carefully, aim right here."
The scarred man named Butcher wasn't afraid at all, and walked towards Xing Tian step by step as he spoke.
As he walked, he seemed to be using some kind of technique, causing his already strong muscles to swell even more, tearing his camouflage T-shirt apart with large rips.
"Does he also possess internal energy?"
Chen Jun's pupils constricted as he witnessed this scene, astonished that the foreigner knew ancient Chinese martial arts.
This was the first time in Xing Tian's life that he had ever seen a human muscle expand to such a large size on its own. He was so shocked that his heart jumped into his throat.
As the menacing butcher approached step by step, Xing Tian was forced to defend himself.
"Whoosh~"
The arrow flew out.
Xing Tian's arrow was extremely accurate, aiming at the butcher's left heart, and it did indeed pierce the heart, but strangely it did not penetrate the flesh.
It was like shooting an arrow at a rubber tire; the butcher simply straightened his chest and deflected the arrow to the ground.
There was a small dent in the exposed chest area where the clothes were torn, with a little blood seeping out; it was at most a scrape.
"Hard Qigong??"
Xing Tian exclaimed in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He had seen his brother Xing Feng perform hard qigong, using stainless steel chopsticks to bend his neck against a wall without any damage to his neck.
Xing Feng explained to the stunned Xing Tian that for a master who has practiced hard qigong, as long as they are prepared in advance, the damage caused by crossbow bolts is extremely limited.
Now that a foreigner is proficient in Chinese hard qigong, how can Xing Tian still remain calm?
"This thing is called hard qigong? It looks the same as my internal energy in some ways, but it seems different in other ways. Could it be just a different name?" Chen Jun frowned and thought.
"Kid, your fighting style is more professional than his; you seem to have received training and know more."
The butcher looked at Xing Tian with surprise and found that Xing Tian seemed to be a promising talent as well. He explained with rare interest, "Unfortunately, this is not hard qigong. It is just a technique that I imitated, which is to increase the intensity by tightening the muscles."
When the arrow came flying, I clamped it with my muscles, preventing it from penetrating and causing damage.
Real hard qigong is far more powerful. I've met highly skilled practitioners who, when using hard qigong, can withstand even a 9mm pistol bullet without penetrating their muscle.
Even bullets can't penetrate it?
Xing Tian truly broadened his horizons and was deeply shocked. His sense of crisis was stronger than ever before, forcing him not to wait for his death.
Seeing that the other party was less than two meters away, he relaxed completely and made no defensive movements.
Xing Tian decided to take a gamble and tried to run towards the stairs.
In order to prevent the other party from discovering and taking precautions, Xing Tian did not communicate with Chen Jun in advance, and used the crossbow as a projectile to smash it into the butcher's face.
As the butcher reached out to block the crossbow bolt, Xing Tian seized the opportunity to charge toward the fire door.
Xing Tian believed that as long as he rushed through the fire door, the other party would have no choice but to chase after him, and Chen Jun could then launch a sneak attack from behind and take care of those two bastards.
Chen Jun's heroic act of running over and killing Mr. Yang gave Xing Tian the confidence to fight for Chen Jun's opportunity.
pity.
The idea was wonderful, but the reality was harsh.
Xing Tian had been shot in the thigh and abdomen. Although the bullets did not break bones or internal organs, the penetrating power of the pistol bullets was limited and they could not break bones.
But the bullet was already lodged in the muscle, which was like a thorn in the body.