Chapter 565: Immovable as a mountain, move and you must kill!

"Uncle, this, this, this Boss Zhang, he... has he always been this impulsive?"

Zheng Ziwen stood beside his uncle, the blacksmith Ding Yongguo, with panic on his face.

He not only fantasized that Zhang Su would lose, but also ridiculously substituted himself into it. Thinking that he would lose face in front of so many people, he was anxious.

"Impulsive? Hehehe..."

Ding Yongguo clenched his fists excitedly, gritted his teeth and said to Zheng Ziwen beside him: "Ziwen, you aren't questioning Boss Zhang's combat power, you will get the answer soon, watch carefully!"

Actually, he didn't know what level Zhang Su's combat power was, but from the experience of him and Zhang Su dealing with each other over the years, he knew very well what kind of person Zhang Su was—he was definitely not a guy who would put himself in danger, he was very shrewd! The people of Daciaobao Township had dull expressions. People who had seen Zhang Su thought to themselves, when they cooperated at the Green Dragon Legion, he didn't look like such an impulsive person. He was clearly very measured. How come after not seeing him for dozens of days, he was possessed?

Xie Guangfa heard Zhang Su's words and really couldn't help turning around, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment. This person was either strong to the limit, or stupid to the point of no cure. Being able to become the boss of hundreds of people, he shouldn't be the latter, right?

His combat power was one of the best in the Flying Wolf Gang, but he couldn't even imagine such a big scene as one against nine. That was eighteen fists and eighteen legs! Unpredictable, unfathomable, unreasonable! Zhang Su and the others were stunned after hearing Zhang Su's words. The nine people looked at each other in the encirclement, and finally, most of them revealed strange smiles.

"There is such a good thing in the world?"

Zhang Su was ecstatic in his heart, not expecting to really meet a guy who would ignore everything for the sake of face.

Among the nine people, even the two aunts in their forties were people who could carry dozens of pounds of firewood without panting. They were sturdy and heavier than ordinary men, not to mention other male members. Their brains might not be enough, but they weren't weak when fighting!

Is it possible that the Flying Wolf Gang had no players with average skills, or players with no combat power at all? Of course there were, but those people had stayed in Dahu Town forever...

Now the remaining people, no one was the opponent of old cripple Xie Guangfa in a one-on-one fight, but as long as three people went up together, at most four, they could press old cripple to the ground and beat him to death! One against nine.

Do you really think you are a god?

"Xinyu, catch."

Zhang Su took off his rifle and threw it to Zheng Xinyu, then while untying his tactical belt, he looked at Zhang Su and said very calmly: "Are you scared stupid?"

"Ha..." Zhang Su suppressed the corners of his mouth, took a deep breath and puffed out his chest: "Boss Zhang is benevolent, thank you for being willing to give our brothers a chance to turn over a new leaf. We will naturally cherish it. I don't know if there are any other restrictions and regulations?"

"Restrictions, huh..." Zhang Su reached out and handed the tactical belt stuck with weapons to Zheng Xinyu, thoughtfully said: "There is only one restriction: either you die, or I die!"

Zhang Su and the others' faces twitched involuntarily, their throats swallowing saliva and feeling a bit tight.

"There's no need to fight to the death, right? You don't leave us any room, and you don't plan to leave yourself a way out?"

Zhang Su asked tentatively.

"Heh, heh, heh..."

Zhang Su began to warm up his body, just like when he was in school, the warm-up items in physical education class, first chest expansion, then stretching.

After turning his neck and shoulders, when he twisted his waist, he responded to Zhang Su: "Let me leave a way out? You guys don't really think you can win, right? Look at those graves over there, there will be nine more in a while."

"No more words, then let's start!"

Zhang Su felt that this guy Zhang Su was simply crazy, and started talking nonsense.

"Old Yu, the King of Hell's state is not right..."

Liu Yao leaned to Yu Wen's side and asked quite puzzled. He hadn't been with Zhang Su for a long time, but he really hadn't seen him so arrogant and domineering. Was he stimulated? Yu Wen shook his head with a strange expression. He didn't know if it was right or wrong, his brain was spinning fast, considering how to deal with it after Zhang Su won or lost...

Winning is easy to say, the problem is that if the King of Hell really shows signs of defeat, they definitely couldn't stand by and watch. Once they took action to save him, how to justify it? So hard! "Damn, there are still people rushing to die, it's really interesting!"

Zhang Su didn't know Yu Wen's trouble at all. While laughing, he turned his ankles and said distractedly: "Wait for me to warm up, give you some time to leave your last words!"

The strangeness in the hearts of the people around became stronger and stronger. Isn't this line of dialogue supposed to belong to the villain?

Hundreds of people gathered in the wilderness, but there was an eerie silence. The sky was dark and windless, and the whole scene was like a frozen picture.

Commonly known as, stuck.

At this time, there needs to be white pigeons flapping their wings, leaves falling, a breeze blowing, snowflakes falling...

The gaze of hundreds of people, as if the temperature was a few degrees lower. Zhang Su and the nine people's chests heaved, bearing the pressure together.

"Life or death, it depends on this one. Brothers, Zhang Su is just a paper tiger, the Flying Wolf Gang will win!"

Zhang Su suddenly shouted, cheering for himself and also giving chicken blood to his companions.

"Kill!! Kill!!"

The shouting fell, Zhang Su didn't rush up the first time, but Da Niu couldn't bear the pressure anymore, stepped on big steps and rushed toward Zhang Su, the two-hundred-pound strong man like a meat bullet tank.

Following closely, the other eight people shouted and rushed up. As the saying goes, chaotic fists beat the master, and they didn't believe that nine pairs of fists and feet couldn't kill one person!

Life-and-death battle, the Flying Wolf Gang's momentum was shocking. Zhang Su looked at the nine people rushing toward him not far away, thinking, weighing, and practicing in his mind. Even if he was already very strong now, he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy.

The words before were just shouting for fun, but in fact, he was incomparably cautious, more focused than when he first faced the big guy! Time was short. From Da Niu's launch to breaking into the range covered by white mist, it was only about a second. Zhang Su's eyes shot out essence. The thick soles of his work boots made a *creak* sound, and obvious deformation could be seen! The clear strength hadn't moved, but the dark strength had already been sent.

To the bystanders, Zhang Su didn't move at all. Many people couldn't help but squeeze a sweat for him. Everyone had only seen this kind of scene of one against nine in film and television works. It was fake, some people were always in the back, and the ones who really fought were always just one or two...

No one knew what the reality was, everyone was waiting to see! *Bang! * Zhang Su finally moved. When Da Niu rushed to two meters in front of him, his right leg exerted force, leaving a pit of smoke and dust where he stood, and the person was already gone.

*Thump! * The black shadow moved, like a tornado swirling in the air, accumulating violent power, and finally turned into a side kick, various kinetic potentials through the hard boot soles toward Da Niu's chest.

If you don't move, you don't move; if you move, you must kill!

On the sidelines, Liu Yao's face darkened when Zhang Su attacked. Painful memories floated in his mind. He had tasted the power of Zhang Su's kick, but that was just an ordinary kick, without sprinting, let alone swirling in the air!

I dare not imagine what kind of power such a kick would have. In my heart, I secretly had a desire to try it, but I quickly suppressed this self-abusive mentality.

Wu Baokang, as a mercenary with excellent fighting skills, was full of confusion after seeing Zhang Su's move. Swirling was fine, kicking was also fine, swirling kicking was also fine, why was there a swirling side kick that was clearly very distorted but so silky when performed?

Soon he understood. What made the swirling side kick silky was the person. When the core strength reached a certain level, the control of the body would also be improved, and more advanced moves could be used.

More people were watching the fun. Seeing Zhang Su swirling gracefully in the air, they all made an "oh" exclamation, and their eyes widened.

*Thump! Crack crack! *

"Ah! Pfft..."

Although Da Niu was a bit dull, that was at the thinking level, not combat reaction. He could block Xie Guangfa's sudden attack, and he could do it now.

To be precise, in the process of rushing toward Zhang Su, he was ready to defend and counterattack at any time. When he saw Zhang Su exerting force under his feet, his brain issued an instruction to raise his arms.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, blocking didn't play the expected role.

Crossing his arms to block his chest, the moment he touched the other party's sole, Da Niu felt a bit strange, as if the power of his sturdy arms had disappeared. No matter how hard his arms were, whether it was the biceps or the triceps, they all issued a strike instruction.

Can't block, simply can't block the trend of the elbow folding. In the blink of an eye, his arms were squeezed on his chest, and several sounds of broken bones were made at the same time.

*Hoo... *

The two-hundred-pound Da Niu was stagnant in his chest under a swirling side kick, flew backward, sprayed blood from his mouth, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Zhang Su borrowed the reaction force to fly backward, but his posture was relatively elegant. He rotated three hundred and sixty degrees in the air and landed on both feet.

In this process, he still had the mind to summarize the battle situation, thinking that if Da Niu just stood still and took a kick, the damage received wouldn't be so terrifying! Force interaction, when Zhang Su acted on Da Niu, Da Niu was still rushing forward. This was like two cars colliding, it must be tragic. If Da Niu could brake and retreat the moment Zhang Su launched an attack, then it would be like a rear-end collision, and the damage would be relatively smaller.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it!

"Damn..."

Zhang Su, who was rushing forward with Da Niu, was startled by the sudden change. A black shadow rushed toward him.

He never expected that Da Niu would not be able to take a single move from Zhang Su, and even in his heart, he thought of using Da Niu to attract Zhang Su's attention, and then he would sneak attack the other party from the side to lay the foundation for victory. Now, what was going on?

*Pfft, pfft... *

The few people rushing from behind dodged one after another, watching Da Niu fly four or five meters, falling to the ground and still unable to stop, rolling and colliding out of a scratch on the ground, and finally rolling into the gap left by the crowd, with blood all over the way, very miserable.

From being kicked to the final stop, it was ten meters! Fortunately, it was a wild field soil layer, with high friction. If it were a smooth floor, he could have slid another ten meters.

Xie Guangfa was in the crowd that retreated. He looked at Da Niu, who was curled up on the ground coughing blood, with an extremely serious face. As a leg expert, he knew the gold content of this kick too well.

This was a height that three of him couldn't reach. It was no longer just a matter of leg muscle strength!

Expert, this is a top expert! Da Niu was kicked and crippled, his arm bones were broken, his ribs were broken and pierced his internal organs, suffering heavy injuries, with a look of horror on his face, already breathing more than breathing out, looking like he couldn't be saved, unless he was immediately arranged with a zombie thalamus, but there was no such possibility!

When Da Niu took off, the field seemed to have pressed the pause button. The others turned their heads to see Da Niu's miserable state. The power of one kick scared the courage of several people.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 566 =====

Those previous words were just for show; in reality, he was incomparably cautious, even more focused than when he first faced the big guy! No sooner said than done; from the moment Da Niu launched his attack to the moment he breached the range of the white mist, only about a second had passed. A sharp light erupted in Zhang Su's eyes, and his work boots' thick soles creaked, showing clear deformation! Before the overt force moved, the hidden power had already been unleashed.

To the onlookers, Zhang Su hadn't moved at all, and many couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for him. Everyone had only seen a one-versus-nine scenario in movies, where it was all fake—some people always hung back, and only one or two ever truly engaged in combat...

No one knew what the reality would be, so they all waited to see! Bang! Zhang Su finally moved. When Da Niu reached a point two meters in front of him, he exerted force with his right leg, leaving a crater of swirling dust where he had stood, and then he was gone.

Thud! A black shadow flashed, swirling in the air like a tornado, accumulating violent force, and finally transforming into a side-kick. Various kinetic energies slammed into Da Niu's chest through the hard soles of his boots.

If he didn't move, he wouldn't; but if he did, it was a kill!

On the sidelines, Liu Yao's expression darkened as Zhang Su attacked. Painful memories surfaced; he had once tasted the power of Zhang Su's kick, but that was just an ordinary kick—no sprint, and certainly no mid-air spin!

He dared not imagine the power of such a kick, and a secret desire to try it himself stirred in his heart, though he quickly suppressed this masochistic impulse.

As a mercenary with excellent combat skills, Wu Baokang was filled with confusion after seeing Zhang Su's move. A spin was fine, a kick was fine, and a spinning kick was fine, but why was there a spinning side-kick—a move that was clearly awkward, yet executed so smoothly?

He soon understood: it was the person that made the spinning side-kick smooth. When core strength reaches a certain level, one's control over the body also improves, allowing for the execution of more advanced techniques.

Most people were just watching the spectacle. Seeing Zhang Su's graceful spin in the air, they all let out an "Oh" of exclamation, their eyes widening.

Thud! Crack!

"Ah! Pfft..."

Although Da Niu was a bit slow, that was on a cognitive level, not in combat reflexes. He could raise his arms to block Xie Guangfa's sudden attack, and he could do the same now.

To be precise, in the process of charging toward Zhang Su, he had been prepared for a defensive counterattack at any moment. When he saw Zhang Su exert force with his feet, his brain had already issued the command to raise his arms.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, the block did not have the intended effect.

With his arms crossed in front of his chest, the moment they made contact with the opponent's sole, Da Niu felt something strange. It was as if the strength in his thick arms had vanished; no matter how hard he tried, whether it was his biceps or triceps, they all issued a strike command.

He couldn't block it; he couldn't stop the folding of his elbows at all. In a flash of lightning, his arms were crushed against his chest, and at the same time, several sounds of breaking bones rang out.

Whoosh...

The two-hundred-plus-pound Da Niu, under the force of the spinning side-kick, felt his chest stall. He flew backward, blood spraying from his mouth, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Zhang Su used the recoil to fly backward as well, but his posture was relatively much more elegant. He rotated three hundred and sixty degrees in the air before landing on his feet.

In the process, he even had the presence of mind to summarize the battle. He thought that if Da Niu had just stood still and taken the kick, the damage wouldn't have been so terrifying! Due to the interaction of forces, when Zhang Su applied force to Da Niu, Da Niu was still charging forward. It was like two cars colliding—it was bound to be tragic. If Da Niu could have braked and retreated the moment Zhang Su launched the attack, it would have been like a rear-end collision, and the damage would have been relatively much smaller.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it!

"Holy sh*t..."

Qi Dabin, who was charging along with Da Niu, was startled by the sudden turn of events. A black mass was flying straight at him.

He never imagined that Da Niu wouldn't even be able to take a single move from Zhang Su. He had even thought of using Da Niu to distract Zhang Su so he could launch a sneak attack from the side to secure victory. Now, what was going on?

Pfft, squelch...

The few people charging up behind dodged one after another. They watched as Da Niu flew four or five meters, and even after hitting the ground, he couldn't stop. He tumbled and crashed, rolling a streak into the ground until he finally rolled into the gap opened by the onlookers. Blood was splattered all along the way—a truly miserable sight.

From the moment he was kicked to where he finally stopped, it was a full ten meters! Fortunately, it was wasteland soil with high friction; if this had been a smooth floor, he could have slid another ten meters.

Xie Guangfa was among the retreating crowd. He looked at Da Niu, who was curled up on the ground coughing blood, with an extremely serious expression. As a self-proclaimed expert in leg techniques, he knew exactly how much weight that kick carried.

This was a height that even three of him couldn't reach; it was no longer just a matter of leg muscle strength!

A master, this was a supreme master! Da Niu had been crippled by one kick, his arm bones shattered, his ribs broken and piercing his internal organs. He had suffered heavy trauma, and his face was filled with horror. He was already breathing more than he was inhaling; he looked unsavable, unless a zombie thalamus was arranged immediately, but that was impossible!

When Da Niu took flight, it was as if a pause button had been pressed in the arena. The others turned their heads to see Da Niu's miserable state. The power of that one kick had scared the guts out of them.

(End of chapter)