Chapter 3 Chinese Kung Fu

In the eyes of the spirit fox, a madness akin to that of a scientific monster blossomed, as it extended its soft, pink tongue to lick its lips and deftly bound Zhao Ziyang securely.

Omo, clutching the wine jug, took another hearty swig of vodka and looked at Zhao Ziyang. His eyes suddenly widened in disbelief as he saw the Chinese boy on the bed open his eyes. Could it be, could it really be that he had woken up?

"Hehehe, stop, stop, is this Chinese Kung Fu?" The blade waved to signal Zhao Ziyang to cease his attack, his eyes revealing a deep excitement

Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth in silence; in the presence of two dangerous individuals, he had to suddenly rise up and subdue them, then ascertain exactly where he was and who these people were.

With a loud "bang," this kick landed solidly on Omo, but it only caused his bear-like strong body to sway slightly

A full vial of fresh blood was drawn from Zhao Ziyang's body, and the spirit fox immediately became busy, conducting tests on Zhao Ziyang's blood while muttering to itself: The cellular regeneration ability is more than three times that of a normal person, which means the ability to recover from injuries far exceeds that of an ordinary person. But how is this possible? What is the reason behind it? What exactly has he consumed?

A faint fragrance wafted in, giving Zhao Ziyang a very comfortable feeling. However, just as this feeling surged up, he immediately held his breath and reached out to pinch the delicate neck of the spirit fox Bai.

Huffing and puffing, Omo stared intently with his bell-like eyes at Zhao Ziyang, who stood in front of him across the bed

An overwhelming force struck, and Zhao Ziyang was violently thrown against the wall. However, at the moment of contact with the wall, he bent his legs and pushed against the surface, instantly contracting his body to dissipate the immense force. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he shot forward like a cannonball, his target becoming the blade.

A whiff of alcohol wafted towards Zhao Ziyang's face, rousing him gently from his stupor. However, he did not move; he suppressed even the slightest flutter of his eyelids, maintaining the rhythm of his breathing, disguising himself as if he were still in a state of unconsciousness.

The opponent's fist is not merely a simple act of violent striking; rather, at the moment of the violent impact, it creates a tearing effect through rapid friction with the skin. Such power and speed are rare even among mercenaries.

Wow!

"Hey, Chinese Kung Fu, awoo..." The Blade once again imitated Bruce Lee with great flair and turned to run outside

"Get lost!" Zhao Ziyang shot a cold glare at the blade on the ground, scanned the surroundings, then grabbed the blade with a firm grip, and asked in a voice as cold as ice, "Where is this?"

Zhao Ziyang, who had just woken up, was faster, so fast that even Omo could not defend against it

Horror! This is the first feeling in the heart of the blade.

"Get out!" The spirit fox was angry, pointing at the door and shouting loudly at Omo and Daofeng

"Hey, Blade, do you think this is possible?" Omo extended his large hand, resembling a fan, took out a flask from his pocket, took a sip, and said, "I believe in the spirit fox; she said it would definitely be in ten days... Ha, vodka is still the best, uh..."

Where is this? Who is speaking?

Europe, Gold Coast

The unreserved killing intent pierced into Omo's eyes, causing him to immediately feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy. The muscles in his entire body instantly contracted and tensed. He swiftly grabbed Zhao Ziyang's left hand, which was clutching his arm, with his left hand, while his right hand formed a knife shape and struck fiercely towards Zhao Ziyang's carotid artery.

The sound of the floorboards shattering echoed as the entire bed splintered into pieces under the impact of the Omoh gravity

Before he could finish marveling like a bear, he found his arm firmly grasped by Zhao Ziyang on the bed, and then he saw the intense killing intent surging from the wide-open eyes of the other party

Zhao Ziyang had no expression; he knew that the woman before him, who posed no threat, was truly dangerous, for just moments ago, the two of them had feared her

With a loud "bang," something utterly incomprehensible happened to Daofeng: the bed, which should have slammed the Chinese kid to the ground, instead rushed towards Omo at a speed even faster than the impact itself

One, two, there are only two presences in the room, both men, and the aura they exude is formidable, clearly reflecting an undeniable killing intent that cannot be concealed after years of battle.

Compared to Aomo, the Blade is clearly much weaker

However, just as he was halfway through this action, he noticed Zhao Ziyang suddenly lift his waist, his legs coiling around his arm like a snake, and then, in the astonished gaze of Aomo, he twisted his waist accordingly

Wanting to give Zhao Ziyang a hard poke from behind, Aomo retracted his hand, glanced at the spirit fox, and then fiercely shouted at Zhao Ziyang: "If you have the guts, come to the boxing ring, I will tear you apart!"

Ah! The blade let out a painful cry, quickly retracting its forearm, watching as the forearm that made contact with Zhao Ziyang's fist became lacerated, dark red blood continuously oozing out and uncontrollably trembling lightly.

With a loud "bang," emulating Bruce Lee's moves, I felt a sharp pain in my calf and fell heavily to the ground

"Drink!" A loud shout erupted from Aomo's mouth. After receiving a kick to his chest, he swiftly extended his right hand to grab Zhao Ziyang by the collar, as if seizing a pitiful little chick, and forcefully slammed him down to the ground.

This is Europe. A clear female voice came from within as a spirit fox with long golden hair entered: her fair skin, tall stature, and emerald-green eyes, especially the pair of glasses perched on her high nose, accentuated a beauty that was both sensual and intellectual.

Bruce Lee, awoo... the excited blade made a signature move of Bruce Lee, letting out a series of howling sounds

"Oh no, Omo, please don't do that, you will crush the Chinese kid to death." After a brief moment of surprise, the nearby Blade, seeing Omo entering a combat state, immediately clutched his forehead and voiced his concern about the dire situation.

"Are you afraid of me?" Zhao Ziyang responded defiantly to Omo's threat, asserting that he feared no one in a one-on-one confrontation

His first reaction was disbelief, as he had witnessed the spirit fox inject this Chinese boy with 10 milliliters of "deep amnesia"; it was absolutely impossible for him to wake up in such a short time!

Bang! Bang! The dull sound of fists striking flesh echoed, yet Omo's massive body did not even sway. He reached out and gently patted his ribs, displaying an appearance of being unscathed. However, his face contorted into a fierce expression, and the muscles throughout his body terrifyingly swelled, causing the combat suit wrapped around him to emit the sound of tearing seams.

Zhao Ziyang was slightly taken aback upon seeing the spirit fox that walked in; he did not expect there to be a woman here as well

Damn it! Omo, you stupid big bear, if the spirit fox finds out that we sneaked in to see something new, we're done for!" Blade let out a groan, looking helplessly at the poor bed that Omo had lifted into the air, and then he threw it hard at that Chinese kid.

Two, it should be no problem

At the moment the Omo's knife fell on Zhao Ziyang's neck, he suddenly dodged to the side, raising his right foot to strike fiercely at Omo's ribs. At the same time, he forcefully broke free from Omo's palm, which resembled a fan, and followed up with a powerful hook punch aimed at the opponent's abdomen.

At this moment, Omo resembled a Nordic berserker, his body filled with impeccable explosive power. In such a situation, a single punch would be enough to turn the fragile Chinese boy into a pulp

Omo, I actually think this guy is much more handsome than you. But I don't think the spirit fox has taken a liking to him; you know, Eastern people are very mysterious. For example, when a Chinese guy who has been specially cared for by the spirit fox suddenly opens his eyes...

With a bang, the edge of the fist struck directly against the edge of the forearm, and at the moment of contact, his fist completed a rotation that was difficult for the naked eye to capture

Hey, buddy, you can't treat me like this, I am a loyal fan of Chinese Kung Fu

In an instant, the eyes of the blade gleamed, and Zhao Ziyang in those eyes seemed to transform into a rare treasure, an extraordinary gem.

Just as the hand reached out halfway, an overwhelming dizziness struck the brain, causing one to collapse heavily to the ground and fall into a deep sleep

Just as the bed board shattered and obstructed the line of sight, Zhao Ziyang's body moved with lightning speed, lunging forward while leaping high into the air, delivering a fierce side kick directly to Omo's chest.

Shut up! The blade behind Aomo let out a low growl, and then he extended both hands to flip the bed in front of him towards Zhao Ziyang.

Hehe... the cunning spirit fox smiled slyly, grabbing Zhao Ziyang by the collar and dragging him onto the bed, whispering to him: "My little white mouse, you are so impressive, hehe..."

Hmph! Omo let out a heavy snort, clapped his hands, and walked out.

Omo, Blade, you two get the hell out of here. Did I allow you to enter my laboratory without my permission?!

Upon entering combat mode, Omo displayed none of the clumsiness one might expect from his bear-like physique; on the contrary, his speed was astonishingly swift

Zhao Ziyang, whose body had lost its support and fallen to the ground, stepped forward again with his right foot, fiercely thrusting a punch towards the blade's edge.

"Relax, relax, buddy, you need to relax." The sharp-tongued Blade tried to soothe Zhao Ziyang's nerves, excitedly saying to him: "Can you teach me Chinese Kung Fu? I am a very good student. By the way, do you know the most flamboyant young gambling god in Las Vegas back in the day? That was me. I can take you to the decadent Las Vegas, to enjoy a lifestyle that only America can offer, with beautiful women and luxury cars. And the most important thing is that you can experience the feeling of being like God, which is truly wonderful, ah ha..."

As he watched the bed flying towards him, Omo's lips curled into a faint smile of disdain. He extended his right arm and made a downward chopping motion forward

Zhao Ziyang's mind, just having regained consciousness, immediately began to operate at high speed; he needed to ascertain his current situation.

"Hey, Blade, this Chinese kid is really ugly. I don't understand why Linghu brought him back. Could it be that she's taken a liking to this kid?" A burly Russian man, with a face full of beard and as strong as a bear, looked at Zhao Ziyang lying on the bed and scoffed.

In fact, you should sleep a little longer. The spirit fox smiled mischievously at Zhao Ziyang as it walked towards him.

The blade that was attacked immediately squinted its eyes in a reflexive manner, sensing the power of the punch through the sound of the wind. The entire person instantly retreated explosively to avoid Zhao Ziyang's attack

Roaring! With his arm entangled by the opponent's body, Omo let out a furious roar, his arm muscles swelling once more as he forcefully threw Zhao Ziyang aside.