Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

A heavy snowfall suddenly arrived in the middle of the night. When people opened their eyes, they found that there was already a vast white sky outside.

New York is located in a cold temperate zone, with short, mild summers and long, cold winters.

Although the heavy rain in the first half of the night released a lot of water vapor, it was the first snow since the beginning of winter, and the falling snowflakes were still as big as goose feathers.

The snow covered half of my calves, and when I took a step, there was a crunching sound under my feet.

The snow is heavy on the branches, and when the birds fall or fly, there are always large areas of snow shaking off.

Stepping into the wine cellar, the air turns from cold and humid to warm.

Opening the iron door, the light in the secret room was bright, and Bullseye was sitting cross-legged on an iron bed.

Seeing Hong Fei enter, his eyelids trembled, then he lowered his head and said nothing.

The empty room echoed with the sound of Hong Fei's footsteps, the sound gradually getting closer, and Bullseye's fists clenched involuntarily.

"How many times did we fight?"

Upon hearing the inquiry, Bullseye said without hesitation: "Two hundred and nine times."

Hong Fei nodded slightly: "That's just right. Get up. I'll hold back. I'll fight you one last time to make things right, and then I'll send you away."

Hearing this, Bullseye suddenly raised his head.

Hong Fei smiled and nodded.

Bullseye immediately stood up and shook his arms. In the past month, his arms had almost recovered with the help of Hongfei's special ointment.

Hong Fei turned towards the door, opened the iron door, and stood aside.

Bullseye narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Go out and play. It's snowing today. Let me show you the snow scene."

Bullseye didn't believe it: "Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"

Hong Fei shook his head: "You can't run away."

Bullseye gritted his teeth and stepped out of the iron gate with a sullen face.

The two walked out of the wine cellar one after another, and when they came to the open lawn buried in snow, Bullseye turned around and stopped.

When he turned around, he saw Hong Fei standing five meters away and waving to him.

Bullseye's gaze was focused, and he twisted his feet, suddenly bursting with strength. His body was like an arrow, his fists were like sharp arrows, and the snowflakes behind him rose more than one meter high.

The recovery of his arms not only perfected his attacks, but also made his body extremely coordinated. He no longer had to drag his loose arms like a burden as usual.

Hong Fei's eyes were slightly opened, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up, and his skin was instantly stretched and tense. However, overall, his body was completely relaxed, his muscles and bones were weak, and there was no sign of any intention of fighting.

The muscles and bones should be loosened, the fur should be attacked, every link should be connected, and the virtual spirit should be in the middle.

The fur is on the outside and the bones are on the inside. This is a sign of looseness on the inside and tightness on the outside.

Kung Fu has movement and stillness, and is the force of yin and yang.

The inside is loose and the outside is tight, which is the blending of movement and stillness, the harmony of yin and yang.When facing the enemy, it can flourish naturally and move unintentionally.

Compared to Frank, Bullseye's punches were a little less ferocious in opening and closing, but they were also more sharp in that the attack would kill.

This is consistent with his identity as an assassin and killer.

The fist broke through the wind and came to the front door, and the shadow of the fist approaching quickly enlarged quickly.

Hong Fei's shoulders sank, sinking quickly like an iron bull sinking into mud.

His fist brushed against the ends of his hair, and Bullseye felt Hong Fei suddenly disappear from his eyes. When he turned his eyes downward, he saw Hong Fei touching his wrists, with his fingers spread wide, lifting him diagonally upward towards Bullseye's armpit.

Bullseye's forward punch did not reach the limit, and Hong Fei went upstream. At first glance, it looked like he was sending him to the door on his own initiative.

They met in an instant, and Hong Fei's palms turned into claws. When locked, his fingers clamped the two muscles outside Bullseye's shoulder bone like iron pliers.

There are sensitive and fragile arteries and nerve plexuses in the armpit. If it is hit hard, the whole arm will instantly feel like an electric shock, and it will be unbearable.

At this moment, Hong Fei locked up, and the power gathered in Bullseye's entire arm immediately collapsed, and his complexion suddenly changed.

If Hong Fei were more ruthless and clasped and rotated his hands inward and outward, not only could his bones be detached, but his muscles would be broken, his nerves would be in severe pain, and he would lose his fighting ability in an instant.

But that doesn't have to be the case right now.

Bullseye gritted his teeth to hold back the severe pain, and punched Hong Fei's temple with his other hand.

But the real killer move is not here, but his calf that bounces up without leaving any trace.

Tickle your butt legs.

It's not fair enough, but it's really powerful, and the area it attacks is a more sensitive and powerful part than the armpits.

Attacking from top to bottom, if he is not careful, he can turn defeat into victory.

Hong Fei took off his hands without hesitation, raised a fist to protect his ears, and lowered his palm to protect his crotch.

There were two muffled bangs, and snowflakes splashed on the shoes.

Bullseye's power is indeed not small, but Hong Fei's bones are obviously harder. His body does not move up and down, and his horse steps are steady, like a statue made of pure copper from the inside out.

When the blow failed, Bullseye immediately closed his hands, his fists turned into flat palms, his five fingers just pressed together, and he thrust straight into Hong Fei's eyes.

The peaks of his fingers were like knives, and they were so powerful that if they were struck hard, his fingers would be inserted directly into the eye sockets.

Hong Fei moved his palm up, from shoulder to elbow, from elbow to wrist, and even to the five fingers. The top and bottom were soft and boneless, like a willow swinging in the wind.

What's even more strange is that his footsteps are very low and gentle, as if he is walking through muddy water.He shuttled through the snow step by step, and the snowflakes rustled on both sides, as if there were spiritual snakes walking under the snow.

The footwork was swaying and buckling, and the body moved sideways to the left side of Bullseye, turning the lower palm up, and the back of the hand put Bullseye's left arm as if it was glued together, and the palm turned and pushed along the way.

Taking advantage of the situation, Bullseye's arms and even his upper body immediately tilted to one side. His eyes were full of anger. He stepped forward hard, and the snowflakes flew high. However, this step helped him stop stumbling in advance, but when he saw him The upper of his shoe suddenly bulged, almost breaking apart with his kick.

Turning around, he turned on his toes and used his waist to drive his right leg to attack Hong Fei's calf from a low position, hidden by the flying snowflakes.

Boom!

The footsteps sounded like morning bells and evening drums. Hong Fei stepped forward to seize the middle door. The snow surface suddenly sank, but there was no flying snow.

The arms were spread wide like an eagle, and the wind from the palm struck the bull's eye right in the abdomen.

Bullseye immediately flew into the air, and his kicked legs naturally returned in vain.

Fortunately, the snow was soft and Hong Fei pulled back his strength. Two seconds after landing, Bullseye Carp straightened up and stood up again, with a look of madness in his eyes blazing with fire.

In the past month, Hong Fei had long seen that Bullseye was mentally abnormal.

If anyone else had lost more than 200 fights a month, he would probably have been reluctant to take action, and even if forced, he would have dealt with it hastily.

But Bullseye didn't.

This kind of spirit can be said to be getting more courageous with every setback, but he is also more unspeakablely fierce and desperate than others.

Bullseye attacked again, shouting without objection.

Hong Fei twists and turns with his feet, twists and turns in a circle, turns his palms away from the right position and strikes at an angle, makes points in a circle, and rotates in a circle with the bull's eye as the center, in an endless cycle.

As the center of the circle, Bullseye could only keep turning around to deal with Hong Fei's attacks, which were connected with each other and were as fast as the wind.

As time passed, Hong Fei's attacks became faster and faster, and the quick and short crackling sounds seemed to urge the falling snow between the sky and the earth to fall faster and faster.

Correspondingly, Bullseye's shout turned into a howl like a wild beast.

Listening to his voice, the furrow between Hong Fei's brows became tighter.

After a while, Bullseye's howl not only did not subside, but became more and more crazier. His eyes had lost their agility and looked more like a wild beast that was not satisfied with being tamed.

Seeing this, Hong Fei's brows gradually relaxed.

Pushing away Bullseye's fist with one palm, he turned around and turned back. His strength was flowing smoothly, and his palms were pushed out side by side. The wind made a shrill sound, and the flying snow swirled and flew towards the distance.

This move hit Bullseye's chin, and his head immediately fell back. After folding, it was almost close to his back. His heavy body rose into the air, leaped several meters, and then fell heavily.

Hong Fei stood up with his hands closed, and at some point his feet had already made a nearly perfect circle in the snow.

Seeing Bullseye struggling to move his head, blood quickly flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his limbs not moving, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Frank, who had just been watching the battle quietly, stepped forward.

Before he could speak, Hong Fei said: "It's hopeless."