Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day-Chapter 848 - 607: An Ordinary Punch

Yagyu Swordsmanship, pursues simple and swift moves, aiming for one strike to finish the enemy.

Yuanfei Yuluo used to confine herself to the techniques taught at the Yagyu Dojo during practice, only performing the moves rigidly without flexibility.

Until the appearance of Li Zheng, who made a deal with Misaka Tsuchiemon, stripping away all her Sword Dao enlightenment, leaving only the basic memories.

As she began to practice again, due to her memories becoming somewhat blurred, she unexpectedly stumbled upon the true essence of Yagyu Swordsmanship while exploring for herself.

The long samurai sword was as fast as lightning, slashing towards the Executor’s neck with the momentum of not retracting the blade unless the enemy was slain.

"Not bad blade intent." The Executor praised, lifting his fist to strike, accurately hitting the side of the samurai sword, diverting the blade.

Yuanfei Yuluo’s slender waist twisted along with the movement, her body rotated three times horizontally in the air to absorb the impact from the opponent’s fist before landing.

"In contrast, your fists are like roadside weeds, crude and repulsive!"

On the other side, Yu Xiaoyu punched only slightly slower than Yuanfei Yuluo and received vastly different feedback.

The Executor’s other hand met the incoming fist, under the iron fist’s charge, collided with Yu Xiaoyu’s.

Unexpectedly, he was unable to repel Yu Xiaoyu, instead feeling a continuous surge of power from her fist.

Step back, step back, step back.

Retreating three steps, the Executor looked at Yu Xiaoyu with a surprised expression: "What fist technique is this?"

"This is the Socialist Military Boxing... a modified version blending Long Arm Fist and Tai Chi techniques, designed specifically to beat idiots like you who have eyes but fail to see!" Yu Xiaoyu clenched her fists, striking a pose akin to Tai Chi’s starting move, yet slightly resembling Wing Chun, an eccentric combination.

She was born into a military family, trained in military boxing systematically from an early age in the military atmosphere.

After mingling in the army for a long time, she learned various martial arts from soldier brothers across the country.

Until high school, as academic pressure mounted, she gradually neglected it, her figure altered, becoming the chubby image seen during Phoenix Mountain’s matchmaking.

After the matchmaking failed, struck by the blow, she picked up her former fist techniques again for the primary purpose of losing weight.

Unexpectedly, while losing weight, she managed to integrate the formerly learned various fist techniques into one, creating a style suitable for herself.

"You two look decent, not like those who rely solely on Genetic Ability for fighting and are useless." The Executor became serious: "Worthy of a battle with me."

No matter the Tier of a Genetic Ability, there’s an enhancement limit, and for races without heritage, developing Genetic Ability is a shortcut to becoming strong.

But for those races with heritage, who focus on strengthening themselves and improving combat tactics as the main means of becoming strong, no matter how powerful the Genetic Ability, they disdain it.

Similarly, pure types relying on firearms and other weapons for combat are looked down upon because weapons are lifeless, with power limits also restricted, not to mention that sometimes firearm weapons malfunction, which is fatal.

Thus, in the Outer City, the true strong ones take the path of self-improvement, at most creating matching cold weapons to enhance lethality.

"Enough talk, behold my technique!" Yu Xiaoyu glanced at Yuanfei Yuluo, who was recovering, even though they couldn’t see each other’s eyes, they tacitly launched another simultaneous attack on the Executor.

Chaikefu, dazed, gradually regained some consciousness, struggled to rise, realizing he was gravely injured, with almost all ribs broken, luckily the fractured bones didn’t pierce his heart, only compressing part of the lung.

"Cough... cough cough... phew!"

After a few coughs, he forced out a mouthful of bloody congestion from his respiratory tract and also took out a set of nanorobots, stuffing them into his mouth.

He saw someone battling with that terrifying opponent, opened his mouth intending to warn them, be wary of the bizarre attack methods.

But the unbearable pain in his chest forced him to swallow the words.

Eerbatu mingled among the crowd, watching his fallen former teammates, his eyes flickering frequently.

After a while, he stepped back a few feet, stealthily circled behind the onlookers.

Ever since Li Zheng eliminated him in the previous round, causing his promotion failure, he had broken ties with the former team.

Now seeing Li Zheng leading everyone into a fight against a group of strong ones, he began plotting to ally with those strong opponents.

"These two are clearly aiding Li Ruizhou, if I launch a surprise attack, I’ll surely help this master resolve the battle quickly."

Eerbatu approached the battlefield, suddenly leaping out from behind the crowd, conjuring an iceball in his palm, throwing it toward Yuanfei Yuluo, shouting: "Boss, I’m here to help you!"

"Get lost!"

Unexpectedly, the Executor did not appreciate the gesture, amidst facing the pair’s joint assault, he effortlessly leaped high, shattered the iceball with a punch, and then swung to knock Eerbatu’s head.

Bang!

The fragile skull cracked like a watermelon, blood mixed with brain matter sprayed out from under the hooded cloak, splattering everywhere.

"Trash like you are unworthy to fight alongside me!"

The Executor left this cold remark, without giving the soon cold body of Eerbatu another glance, he was uninterested in trash relying on Genetic Ability, fighting alongside such trash was a disgrace.

His honor was not to be tainted by such waste!

After punching Eerbatu to death, Yuanfei Yuluo and Yu Xiaoyu paused, retreated, horrified.

The opponent hadn’t exerted full strength until now!

It must be known that all their physical capabilities were restricted by the Terminal to a set limit, if the opponent could kill someone in one blow, it indicated he could have used the same method on them!

"I despise trash, but I admire those who dare to attack me and fight with me... or rather, this kind of trash isn’t quite trashy." The Executor slowly turned, under the hooded cloak a mouth with sharp teeth grinned widely, revealing a cruel smile: "Warm-up is over, now let me savor the taste of slaughter."

The words weren’t finished when his body vanished from the original spot.

Reappearing in front of Yuanfei Yuluo, the violent killing intent crazily stimulated her nerves, making her pupils involuntarily shrink.

"The first one." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Clenching his fist, striking out, the Executor casually executed a straightforward punch towards Yuanfei Yuluo.

This punch seemed ordinary, but even before hitting, it made Yuanfei Yuluo feel desperate.

Can’t dodge!

Can’t block!

I...

Will die!

Her thoughts raced, at this moment, her mind seemed to flash images of many people, her mother, her hated father, her father’s original wife, the boy in the small suit, finally the frame froze on a slightly indifferent face.

"Heaven and Earth!"

"One Slash!"

A shocking battle intent erupted, everyone’s brains trembled, shivering under this battle intent.

The Executor’s fur on his back stood erect as if targeted by an ancient Fierce Beast, instinctually, he retracted his force, swiftly dodging to the side.