59、God's Knife
Seeing the old man dodging the sweep, it seemed that he was not hit at all, and Chen Chen didn't bother to care about it.
Shot and killed two men in white coats, Chen Chen stepped forward quickly, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the small truck compartment again, and a burst of gunfire, bullets "popped" through the shell, leaving dense bullet holes.
Soon, a box of bullets was used up, and then the shooting stopped.
Remove the empty magazine and put it back in the storage cabinet, reach out to take out a full one to replace it.
But at this moment, a sharp and piercing howl suddenly came from the back of the truck, like some kind of wild beast, making people's hair stand on end.
Then, two cold lights shot forward and backward, so fast that people couldn't dodge.
Chen Chen's eyes narrowed, and he didn't have time to dodge. He could only subconsciously raise the gun in his hand and hold it horizontally across his chest to block the attack.
"Ding——ding——"
Two consecutive metallic crashes rang out, two cold lights struck the assault rifle in front and back, then bounced off. The powerful force shook Chen Chen's wrist numb, almost unable to hold on.
At a glance, only to see the hard metal gun body, there were two obvious dents left on it. Lowering his head, he saw two flying points of cold light, which turned out to be two small surgical knives.
Before he could think twice, a lean figure took advantage of the brief moment when he raised his gun to block and had no time to shoot, and rushed in front of him.
A flash of cold light, Chen Chen hastily retreated, but his hand was slightly slower, and the cold light rushed straight to his wrist. He had no choice but to drop the assault rifle and dodge the opponent's vicious slash.
But it's not over yet.
As he retreated at high speed, he saw his opponent's right hand swing slightly, and a cold glow shot out, pressing straight towards his face.
Unable to dodge, Chen Chen could only arch his entire body backward, the cold blade grazing his chest as it flew by, making a "hiss" sound as it tore through the air, and his clothes were already slashed open at the front.
Fortunately, he didn't hurt his flesh, Chen Chen supported himself with both hands on the ground, made a backflip movement and landed steadily.
At this moment, the thin old man stood still and did not continue to chase, seemingly having no way to attack after throwing out the knife in his hand. He was now taking out another scalpel from his pocket and swinging it a few times.
Was it really just relying on arm strength to throw out two surgical knives and dent the hard metal gun sound?
Chen Chen stood still with his hands empty, calmly sizing up his opponent.
In the iris scanner, a crimson aura surrounded the opponent's body, and Chen Chen secretly frowned at the extreme hostility, but what made him even more surprised was the opponent's combat value - 180!
"Hahahaha……" At this time, the old man was also leisurely sizing up Chen Chen, opening his mouth to emit a piercing and sharp laughter, like the sound of glass scraping: "Surprised? I've been playing with knives for twenty years, so they call me God's Knife. The knife in my hand can not only save people but also easily take lives, and you will become the spirit that dies under my knife."
"God's blade is sharper than a knife, and it turns out that there is such a origin." Chen Chen nodded and casually spread his hands: "To say, I still don't know the feeling of being a vengeful spirit."
"You'll know soon enough!" Beichir brandished his scalpel and charged forward on tiptoe.
Without the threat of a gun, his movements were very direct, charging towards Chen Chen's face, getting faster and faster, the surgical knife shaking out a cold light.
"Good!" Chen Chen nodded and stretched his right hand behind his back.
"Are you going to wait for death?" Beichir's mouth corners rose with a cruel smile.
He didn't think Chen Chen putting his hands behind his back would pose any threat to himself, unless he pulled out a monster from behind him, otherwise there was no need to worry.
Moreover, once the knife is out of hand, there's no possibility of taking it back.
The scalpel sliced through the air, heading towards Chen Chen's neck, and with just a slight pull, it could cut off the artery, then watch as fresh blood spurted out.
But this knife fell empty!
Facing a swift and fierce slash, Chen Chen still had a relaxed smile at the corner of his mouth. In the instant the blade flashed by, he lightly twisted his body, spinning around Bichir like a top for half a circle, avoiding the slash while instantly appearing behind Bichir's back.
At this time, the alloy combat knife in the storage cabinet had already appeared in his hand.
The knife is thirty centimeters long, with a jet-black handle and a snow-bright blade. Near the handle, there is a row of inverted thorns, making it look exceptionally bloodthirsty.
At this moment, Beichir had already turned around, and didn't have time to think about why his swift attack was dodged by the opponent. His eyes were completely drawn to the knife in Chenchen's hand.
He was also good at playing with knives and saw the unusualness of this knife at a glance.
Chen Chen leisurely swung his assault knife a few times, staring into Beichir's eyes with an unusual color: "I heard you've been playing with knives for twenty years? Known as the God of Knives?"
Beichir furrowed his brow and didn't answer.
However, he saw an extremely dangerous color in the other's eyes, a light that only appeared when a beast stared at its prey, which was eerie and frightening. It was clear that the other party intended to compare knives with him.
Chen Chen stopped waving the knife in his hand and smiled: "Coincidentally, I've been playing with knives for exactly two weeks!"
As he spoke, he exerted force under his feet and rushed towards Beichir.
Seeing his opponent coming with a fierce momentum, Beichir didn't have time to think so much and accelerated to meet him.
A sword fight is always a narrow road where the brave win, whoever has more momentum, whoever advances without hesitation or retreat, will have stronger explosive power, and thus possess faster speed and greater strength.
Both of them stared at each other without blinking, their hands tightly gripping their knives.
In the instant they passed each other, they simultaneously swung their swords, two cold gleams flashing by, and instantly disappeared. The two of them rushed out another seven or eight meters before stopping, then turned around to face off against each other.
A hole appeared on Chen Chen's sleeve, while a stream of fresh blood flowed from Bichir's wrist.
Victory and defeat are decided in an instant!
A chill rose up in Beichir's heart and stabbed him in the back.
He has been using knives for twenty years, and due to his long-term engagement in surgical precision work, his control over the knife is more accurate than others. He has never met anyone who is more skilled with a knife than him after all these years, which is why he is called the "Knife of God".
But all of that was shattered today, the young man in front of him possessed a more explosive force than himself, and a more precise control, so he could get hurt by him even when they drew their swords at the same time.
But look at his age, he's only in his early twenties, right? How is it possible for him to possess such exquisite knife skills? Did he start playing with knives since birth?
It's obviously unlikely, so there's another explanation, as if he had used gene-enhancing drugs himself, he also has some unknown special enhancement method.
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