Chapter 135 [The Most Practical Military Combat Techniques]

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"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." Over a dozen experts swiftly drew out immensely sharp Cleaver Swords from their bodies. They wouldn’t resort to guns unless absolutely necessary, as gunfire could attract a whole host of troubles.Correct content is on NovelFire Besides, given that it was Fourth Master’s call to fight, these men of the martial arts world were full of blood, ready to fight with real guns and blades! "Kill!" With their Cleaver Swords in hand, the dozen experts charged forward, every one of them with a menacing gleam in their eyes, exuding overwhelming arrogance. Their very presence could suppress others! Their rapidly converging footsteps composed a deadly tune of assassination. The cold gleaming blades wove together into a screen of light, enveloping Ye Chenfeng directly, and instantly submerging him! However, Ye Chenfeng was still lazily puffing on his cigarette, his narrow eyes perpetually looking sleepy and indifferent, completely ignoring the Cleaver Swords slashing toward him. Everyone knew that the young master had been wounded like that, Fourth Master surely had towering rage in his heart. Whoever chopped down this man would definitely be greatly rewarded, so everyone summoned all their strength for this round of attacks, going all out to deal a lethal blow. A vast swath of chilly brilliance streaked across Ye Chenfeng’s retina. Just as the sharp blades were about to chop into him... Ye Chenfeng acted, suddenly launching himself. His entire body, like a machine, burst into action. With a stomp on the ground, he exploded upwards with such force that he was a full meter off the ground. This vertical jump’s height was such that even NBA stars would feel ashamed. His jumping power and explosive strength were tremendous! "Boom!" In mid-air, Ye Chenfeng’s body spun like a top. Utilizing centrifugal force, he flung himself outward. His size 43 feet suddenly shot out, crashing like a hammer onto a man’s head! The man’s body flew backward, his speed so great it was jaw-dropping. Only a faint afterimage was left in mid-air; then he crashed nearly thirty meters away against the villa’s gate, dragging out a human-shaped blood stain on the wall before collapsing limply to the ground, barely breathing. Instant kill! And this was merely the beginning. The moment he kicked that unlucky fellow, Ye Chenfeng spun beautifully in the air and delivered a whip leg at an unbelievable angle, hitting another man who flew all the way to the villa’s gate thirty meters away. The overwhelming, shocking tactics instantly took down two men, leaving Fourth Master and the others dumbfounded. Ye Chenfeng was unbelievably strong, freakishly strong! "Not a Martial Artist, and yet he has such skills?" War Wolf and his companions widened their eyes, watching Ye Chenfeng in disbelief. Ye Chenfeng, looking at the ten or so people before him who didn’t dare to approach, frowned slightly and said indifferently, "Really can’t take a hit!" And he was still smoking, completely disregarding those guys before him. "Brothers, chop this guy to death!" No one knew who shouted, but they charged again, with five men circling behind Ye Chenfeng to attack, putting him instantly in a perilous situation. Twelve Cleaver Swords fell like a tempest, while the leader’s palm struck out forcefully! But in a flash, Ye Chenfeng’s legs exploded out, hooking onto the legs of a man, while he simultaneously wrapped his arms around the man’s waist. Using the Icelandic folk wrestling technique known as Glima, he instantly pulled the man down. However, Ye Chenfeng ended up underneath, with his opponent on top. "Chop, chop, chop..." A flurry of Cleaver Swords came down, striking their own companion instead, skin splitting and blood flying. As for Ye Chenfeng below, he remained unscathed. "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Bang!" Before they could marvel, Ye Chenfeng had already leapt up, delivering a side kick, a roundhouse kick, and a swinging kick. Four more people were sent flying. The combat techniques he used were the most practical military combat techniques, tested countless times on the battlefield, aiming to strike the body’s most vulnerable points with maximal force. Ye Chenfeng’s kicks targeted the eyes, the back of the head, and the temples, almost each blow being lethal. "Too weak!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head helplessly, his words laced with sarcasm that left the remaining people both furious and helpless. "Damn your arrogance!" The leader couldn’t bear Ye Chenfeng’s disdain any longer and immediately leaped forward, swinging the Cleaver Sword fiercely. He was using a suicidal technique, intending to entangle Ye Chenfeng at the cost of his own life to facilitate an attack from the others, believing that together, they could seriously injure Ye Chenfeng! Fast! As fast as lightning! In an instant, Ye Chenfeng moved over five meters, causing the frenzied attacker to miss. At the same time, Ye Chenfeng kicked up, smashing his foot down on the man’s shoulder. With a crack, his shoulder collapsed, his eyes bulged out, blood spurted from his mouth, and he was dead beyond doubt. Crack! Ye Chenfeng moved again, grabbed another man’s arm, and with a pull and a push, he dislocated the shoulder joint. He used the Aikido joint-locking technique masterfully. Crack! Another twist, and the man’s neck broke instantly, his life as fragile as an ant’s. At that moment, Si Ye who had been watching the fight quietly, stealthily reached to his waist, drew a handgun, and aimed it directly at Ye Chenfeng’s back. "Bang!" Si Ye pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet, like the Grim Reaper’s whip, struck Ye Chenfeng with deadly precision. "Puff!" But the next second, things changed dramatically. Ye Chenfeng backed up with a flick of his foot, and suddenly, a figure rose up behind him, and the bullet hit his body accurately. "What?" When everything came to a standstill, Si Ye and his men realized that the bullet had hit Zhang Wanda! "Bang bang bang!" After dealing with the remaining few with his fists, Ye Chenfeng finally turned around, took a drag from half a cigarette butt, "Si Ye, this is not very honest of you, we agreed on a fair duel, yet you sneakily fired a hidden gun!" "You... you killed my... son... I will have you hacked to pieces!" Si Ye was nearly out of control, tear-stricken. "How did I kill your son? It was clearly you who fired the gun!" Ye Chenfeng put on an aggrieved expression. "War Wolf, kill him for me. I will eat his flesh and drink his blood!" Si Ye’s eyes were filled with murderous intent, looking at his tragically dead son, he seemed to have aged instantaneously. "Kid, you must die today!" War Wolf’s powerful presence had already locked on Ye Chenfeng. "Kill!" Greedy Wolf and Hungry Wolf attacked instantly, leaving trails of afterimages, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye!f r\eeNovelFire.c(o)(m) "Bang bang!" It was pure force against force, no dazzling tricks, only sheer power and speed. To the surprise of Greedy Wolf and Hungry Wolf, Ye Chenfeng managed to repel them single-handedly, though they were Visible Energy experts and real Martial Artists, vastly different from ordinary people!

Chapter 135 [The Most Practical Military Combat Techniques]

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