女人张开腿让男人桶的爽

The Eight-sided Sword in Song Jian’s hand was much heavier than the katana wielded by the Japanese man. When he brought down his sword, it struck with the force of a thousand juns, leaving the Japanese stunned;

“Is this your sword technique? 1 know little of Chinese martial arts, don’t try to fool me!”

The seemingly effortless move of Song Jian was powerful and heavy, leaving the Japanese no choice but to recover his stance and defend with his sword;

Bang –

As if a mountain was pressing down on him, the katana in the Japanese man’s hand was forced towards his own shoulder. When it came to power, the two men were not in the same league. Song Jian overwhelmed him with his superior strength;

“N-nani!” The Japanese man’s face filled with surprise: “How could this Chinese man be so strong? Could it be that he took some sort of drug?”

“Too weak!” Song Jian looked at the Japanese man dressed in a white shirt with disappointment in his eyes, deeply wounding the Japanese man’s pride.

“All, I am a warrior of the Great Japanese Empire. Our warriors are invincible! Die-” The Japanese man’s face twisted in rage, and he abruptly released his katana, leaping towards Song Jian.

The main reason he came to fight in these underground fights was because the organizers had a huge amount of influence. Even though people were seriously injured or even killed every day, it never caused any problems. The Japanese man and Song Jian had the same goal; both came here seeking to improve their martial arts skills through killing. However, he didn’t expect to encounter Song Jian, a tough nut to crack, on his very first day in the ring.

Knowing that Song Jian was powerful, the Japanese man made a desperate decision. As he leaped towards Song Jian, he drew a short blade from his waist and thrust it forward with all his strength;

“I told you, you are too weak!” Song Jian sighed lightly, as the man’s every move were transparent in front of his superior perception.

With a flick of his wrist, the Eight-sided Sword flashed with white light and cut directly towards the Japanese man’s right hand. A stream of blood spurted out, followed by a painful scream, and a hand holding a broken blade flew up in the air;

“Ahhh-” The Japanese man, like a wild beast, opened his arms and lunged at Song Jian’s throat, in a posture to perish together.

Song Jian did not retreat but pushed forward, lightly thrusting the long sword in his hand into his adversary’s throat. A spurt of fresh blood shot out and Song Jian quickly withdrew his sword and stepped back to avoid the splash.

“Heh heh-” The Japanese man staggered forward a few steps, his knees gave way, and he fell to the ground.

“We won!” Ding Yi jumped up excitedly from below the stage.

Song Jian walked down the stage expressionlessly. It was too easy and not even a warm-up for him.

“If the contestants here are all of this level, I won’t be coming back here in the future!” Song Jian glanced at the excited Ding Yi and shook his head.

Ding Yi’s face stiffened, and he quickly said: “1 only brought you here for a look today. Normally, there are no experts here. You can tell by looking at the audience. The battles between the top fighters are notified and promoted in advance. Don’t worry, if there are no skilled fighters here in Linhai City, there won’t be any elsewhere either!”

“Fine, let me know when there’s a strong opponent,” Song Jian said casually: “I’m taking this sword with me, that’s no problem, right?”

Ding Yi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: “No problem, you can take it.”

Song Jian nodded and walked away with the Eight-sided Sword;

In fact, the fighters couldn’t take the sword away, but Ding Yi was a familiar face here, a nominal manager. As long as he paid, he could buy the sword. However, there was no discount on the price, and the money had to come from Ding Yi’s own pocket.

Song Jian took off his coat and wrapped it around the Eight-sided Sword to cover it a bit. The sword’s scabbard was damaged, and carrying it down the street would make people think he was crazy.

As he walked down the street, Song Jian felt mixed emotions. This was his first time killing someone in real life. He had thought he would be uncomfortable, but unexpectedly…

Just as Song Jian was reflecting on his situation, he suddenly heard a scream from a distance: “Ah-, catch the thief, the thief has stolen my purse, catch the thief-”

Song Jian looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young girl who had been pushed to the ground in front of him. It seemed that her ankle had been twisted and she was having trouble standing. She was screaming loudly and pointing at a young man running away ahead of her, she looked almost like she was about to cry.

The young man who stole her purse looked around fifteen or sixteen. He was holding a ladies’ handbag in his hand and his face was filled with excitement. He was running very fast, easily jumping over a fence half his height.

“Stop, don’t run!”

A traffic policeman, who had been issuing a parking ticket, heard the shout and turned his head to look at the fleeing boy. While he shouted, he also gave chase.

Seeing the policeman, a look of panic appeared on the boy’s face and a white light suddenly bloomed at his feet. His speed boosted significantly, even leaving an afterimage, and whooshed past the policeman. The policeman instinctively tried to reach out and grab him but caught only air.

Song Jian narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the boy.

“This is the Acceleration Skill from the game. Lin Sheng has used a similar skill before…”

At the fact that this boy was using a game skill in broad daylight to steal bags, Song Jian was somewhat speechless. It was really embarrassing for the so-called “God’s Chosen”, like them. Even if he participated in a sports event and won some prize money, it would be better!

A sense of heaviness crept into Song Jian’s heart. The skills they learned in the game could now be brought back to the real world, giving many people terrifying power overnight. However, these people’s character couldn’t keep up with their skyrocketing power, often pushing them into the path of crime;

This was evident in the news about people who won the lottery being unable to hang onto their windfall. Most of them ended up worse off than before they won.

Looking at the spot where the boy disappeared, Song Jian shook his head and continued in the direction of his home.

He walked into the housing complex and turned towards his rented room. As he passed a small alley, he noticed a boy in the shadows holding a white purse, rummaging through it, and randomly flinging makeup products about.

“What a coincidence,” Song Jian’s lips twitched upwards as he turned towards the boy;

Perhaps he noticed Song Jian’s gaze, the boy looked up and their eyes met.

The boy made a vicious face, hoping to intimidate Song Jian but to no avail. Seeing Song Jian’s slightly upward-twitching lips, the boy felt provoked.

He tossed the purse aside and drew out a switchblade from his pocket, gesturing threateningly at Song Jian. “Stay out of this, or else,” he growled menacingly.