Chapter 64: Quick-Knife Snail
Just as Tang Shuo finished speaking, a middle-aged man dressed in very slovenly clothes walked out from not far away.
The sloppy man was wearing a custom-made high-end French suit, but the layer of dandruff on his shoulders gave him a very cheap look.
The limited edition Vacheron Constantin Heritage watch on my hand, which is enough to drive watch lovers crazy, also looks out of place because of the unknown black substance on the case.
The slovenly man slowly pulled out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket, lit it, took a drag with a hint of fascination, and said, "Not bad. You're quite alert, huh?"
Tang Shuo became secretly alert. He had seen this man before. He was the one who always followed Song Wenchang.
The other party must have come to him at the instruction of Song Wenchang. Tang Shuo certainly didn't think that this guy came to chat with him.
Tang Shuo was very surprised to find that he could not see through this sloppy man.
Moreover, he only discovered that he was being followed after arriving at the park.
"What's up?" Tang Shuo asked with a smile.
"Alas." The sloppy man sighed and said, "You have provoked someone you can't afford to offend."
Tang Shuo's eyes flashed, and he reached into his waistband and touched the dagger. Feeling the chill coming from the dagger, Tang Shuo finally calmed down a little.
There are only a handful of people who can bring pressure to him with their aura alone, and this sloppy man is one of them.
The sloppy man took a greedy deep puff of the cheap cigarette in his hand, then suddenly flicked the cigarette butt towards Tang Shuo.
The cigarette butt that was supposed to be floating lightly now flew towards him as fast as a stone.
Tang Shuo jumped up to avoid the cigarette butt, pulled out his dagger and rushed forward.
As if by magic, the slovenly man pulled out a nearly half-meter-long machete from his body. The blade was streamlined and shone with a cold gleam.
Unlike the standard dagger in Tang Shuo's hand, the machete in the sloppy man's hand was obviously made by himself.
When masters of cold weapons such as knives or swords reach a certain level, they will customize a knife for themselves based on their own situation.
Such a knife will be easier to use, and they will be able to exert their greatest strength.
The sloppy man took the lead and swung his sword. His movements were clean and neat, and to the naked eye, there was only a bright shadow of the sword.
Tang Shuo did not dare to delay. He dodged sideways solemnly and then stabbed out with a knife.
The sloppy man simply ignored Tang Shuo's attack, swung his hand back, and chopped again.
There is not much difference in essence between using a knife or fighting with bare hands.
It is to try your best to find ways to cause the greatest damage to the opponent in the most effective way.
Of course, some techniques can be used in this process, but kung fu like Taekwondo and Karate, if used against a real enemy, will only make the opponent use them as targets.
The spinning kick is beautiful and flirtatious.
But the moment you spin in the air is when you die.
The same goes for cold weapons like daggers. No matter how beautifully you wield the blade, what's the point? The most practical moves are still the seemingly basic ones like stabbing, chopping, and splitting.
If Tang Shuo ignored the sloppy man's backhand attack, his dagger could have stabbed the opponent, but he would definitely have been hit by his opponent.
Without any hesitation, Tang Shuo gave up his attack in an instant, retracted the dagger, turned around and kicked the opponent's leg.
Only after the actual fight did he realize more clearly how powerful his opponent was, so he did not dare to hold back at all and the energy in his body gushed out.
The slovenly man kicked Tang Shuo and then frowned. He smiled and said, "Interesting! So you understand Qi, too. No wonder you're so reckless. If I hadn't received a death order, I would have let you go this time."
Tang Shuo snorted coldly and said, "Should I thank you again?"
"That's not necessary."
The sloppy man attacked again, and his speed was even faster than before. If the shadow of the knife could be seen before, now only an afterimage could be seen around.
The sloppy man swiftly swung his sword twice and said to Tang Shuo, who was dodging in a panic, "Remember, my name is Quick Knife Hand Tianluo."
The sloppy man was moving too fast, and Tang Shuo had no way to avoid it. Seeing the knife shadow about to fall, he had to raise the dagger in his hand to block it.
There was only a clang sound.
There was a sound of clashing swords in the air, and a string of sparks appeared where the dagger and machete collided.
A huge force came from the dagger. Tang Shuo felt as if his right hand, which was holding the knife, was about to be broken, and his entire right arm went numb.
If he were at his peak, he might still have the strength to fight against this snail, but at this time his health was deteriorating day by day, and he was no match for the other party in terms of speed and strength.
Shameless! Tang Shuo cursed in his heart.
Theoretically speaking, people who focus on offensive speed will inevitably be weaker in strength, while people who focus on strength will naturally be better in speed. It is impossible to measure which of the two is more important.
When Tang Shuo heard this snail claiming to be a quick knife expert, he instinctively thought that this guy would not be strong enough.
But after the head-on confrontation, all he wanted to do was swear!
Seeing Tang Shuo's movements pause, the sloppy man Tianluo grinned, hurriedly took two steps forward, and slashed at Tang Shuo's chest with a knife.
Tang Shuo gritted his teeth and suddenly threw the dagger in his hand.
As he jumped up, he grabbed the dagger in the air with his left hand and then leaned over and stabbed it down.
The snail was secretly frightened.
What he just said was true. If it were any other time, he would definitely let Tang Shuo go. After all, people who can cultivate qi are very rare.
As a master like him, he will still help.
But Song Wenchang had already made it clear that if Tang Shuo left alone, he would not have to worry about it. If he was with Jiang Tiantong, he would kill him.
Unexpectedly, when he followed him, he found that this guy had kidnapped Jiang Tiantong!
He originally thought that Tang Shuo could no longer hold on, and that the other party's blocking of his attack just now was the end of the battle.
But I didn't expect this guy to be a left-handed person! His left hand is more flexible and faster than his right hand.
"I didn't expect you to be so well hidden." Tianluo calmly swung his sword and said, "This is the trump card you prepared."
Tang Shuo gave a bitter laugh, dodging the opponent's attack and saying, "What a ridiculous trump card! Does it still count as a trump card if you've already discovered it?"
The snail attacked while praising him: "I will bury you with my own hands when you die."
Tang Shuo didn't feel any pride in Tian Luo's words, suggesting a mutual understanding. He kept dodging his opponent's attacks and said, "If you die, I will bury you a hundred times with my own hands!"
Tianluo sneered and quickened his pace, saying, "That depends on whether you have the ability."
The two men held each other for a while.
The snail's attack continued without any pause, one blow after another. Tang Shuo couldn't find any gaps at all, so he had to dodge continuously and counterattack from time to time.
After taking a look at the surroundings, Tang Shuo pursed his lips which were a little chapped due to excessive tension, and faced the opponent's slashing knife, blocking it directly with the dagger in his hand.
Tianluo suddenly increased the strength of his hands and kicked Tang Shuo in the chest.
Tang Shuo decisively gave up blocking. When the snail's horn reached his chest, Tang Shuo felt that all his internal organs seemed to shake.
As blood spurted out of the corner of his mouth, Tang Shuo's entire body flew backwards like a fired cannonball.
Tianluo should have been happy for defeating Tang Shuo, but he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
If Tang Shuo gathered his energy in his chest to resist, he would be injured, but it would not be so serious.
In a trance, he seemed to see a smile on Tang Shuo's lips. Only then did Tianluo realize that not far behind Tang Shuo was the park's artificial lake!
Then he heard a "splash" sound of falling into the water, and Tang Shuo's body disappeared from the water in an instant.
Looking at Tang Shuo who had fallen into the water and whose life or death was unknown, Tianluo put away his knife, took out his cheap cigarette, lit another one, and left the park directly.
Although he can swim, he is not good at water fighting.
He didn't hold back at all when he kicked Tang Shuo just now, and Tang Shuo didn't resist either. There was a 90% chance that he wouldn't survive.
If the other party survives, it can only be said that this guy is not destined to die!
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