Chapter 49 Dialogue between the characters in the play

Chapter 49 Dialogue between the characters in the play

Keng!

The fist met the sword blade, and Red's sharp pupils couldn't help but tremble.

Even though he had expected it, he was still shocked when he actually saw a human fist colliding head-on with his sword. It was a feeling he had never experienced from a demon lord or a good person.

Those two were too far away from me, but the one in front of me was similar to me, but completely different.

Continuous punches surged with astonishing momentum. Red's sword turned and tried to block, but was directly deflected, and his fist stuck to Red's chest.

Bang!

The body that vampires say is far superior to humans is like a thin layer of paper under the opponent's fist!

Rhett couldn't help but take a few steps back and then stopped, looking down at his right breast where most of the part was gouged out.

This is a good time to pursue. Rhett can see that the opponent's energy is not released, and he doesn't know how many moves and changes there will be in the future.

However, after the opponent knocked Red back, he did not pursue him. He just maintained his posture and looked at him silently.

"Start again." Fu Kong said calmly.

Rhett hadn't been injured for a long time, but his expression remained unchanged despite this situation, and his body returned to its original state.

"Sorry, I underestimated the enemy." Rhett directly stated his mentality.

It was indeed underestimating the enemy. Unlike the Demon Lord, precisely because of their similar strength, the opponent would not hold back at all. As Fu Kong just reminded: in the theater, the people in the play will not die.

"It's okay, I just wanted to say hello." Surprisingly, after the actual confrontation, the other party seemed to be much easier to talk to, but he still had no expression.

Red repositioned himself.

"Are you still holding the sword with one hand?" Fukong asked calmly.

Rhett didn't answer.

The next moment, the conflict broke out again.

But this time, the dancing sword shadow was more agile, instantly capturing the opponent's fists and kicks.

The continuous collisions burst out large sparks, and the surrounding ground was almost destroyed and cracked by the aftermath of the two.

During the fight, Fukong's beautiful eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Not bad, pick it up later." Fu Kong's tone became brisk.

But Rhett's heart sank when he heard this.

Sure enough, the strange strength that was running steadily on the opponent's body changed.

【shock】

Punch to the punch, Reed fires back.

But the moment the two collided, the terrifying power of shock detonated, the sword creaked, and the shock penetrated the body and spread to the limbs.

Blood oozed from Red's mouth and nose, and the ground beneath his feet was shattered.

His body paused, and Fu Kong quickly followed.

【break】

An unparalleled punch came at him, and Red estimated that even if he was in good condition, he wouldn't be able to block this punch, let alone if his body was restrained!

Uh-huh!

A single punch swept through, like a hurricane sweeping through and plowing through the streets.

But there was just a blood mist spreading before his eyes, and there was no feeling of a hit.

Feeling a chill on his neck, Fukong quickly turned sideways and lowered his waist to dodge a sword.

Red appeared behind Fu Kong with blood mist, and stretched out his free hand to grab, and the bloody thorns swam away like snakes.

Fu Kong turned around in an arc with one foot as an axis and another while correcting his posture.

【chaos】

In Rhett's eyes, this was the craziest move so far. The energy that was originally walking like an art was like a group of vicious dogs out of the cage, biting everything around crazily the moment it left the body.

His bloody thorns were instantly bitten into pieces by two punches.

follow closely……

【Lanpo】

The chaotic energy suddenly converged into one at a certain extreme, and a standard punch was struck, turning into the crushing impact before.

This person is not only physically strong.

In other words, the body is just a carrier of the deep things.

What is revealed in front of him is his core.

The exquisite changes in moves, perfect body control, smooth connection of movements, and the unpredictable strength form a mature system.

Rhett's perception of blood flow was confused, and his sensitivity to breathing circulation was obscured. The other party made actions right in front of his eyes, but all of Rhett's senses seemed to be blinded, and even his intuitive vision was far away from him at this time. Not reliable.

The brilliance of a skill honed to the extreme was displayed in front of Red.

Bang!

His head was blown open without any suspense.

but……

He is not without temper.

Fu Kong was not surprised that the body that had lost its head was still moving. The opponent's strong blood flow was as hard to extinguish as a bright light in front of his eyes.

So what's next?

boom!

The bloody rain suddenly covered Fu Kong's body.

The sword intention shuttled between the rain curtains.

This time it was Fu Kong's turn that his perception was disturbed, and the opponent's decisive will was also reflected at this time.

Fu Kong reacted suddenly and thrust out both hands at the same time.

But he still couldn't catch the sword that was falling like raindrops, and a blood mark was scratched on Fu Kong's neck.

The curtain of rain disappeared in an instant, and everything returned to normal. The moment just now seemed like a dream.

laugh!

Fu Kong's neck spurted blood, but his hands also passed through the headless body in front of him. The special energy can even affect the vampire's blood power, cutting off the strong vitality.

I couldn't catch the sword, but I still found the person.

Unfortunately, Fist was still a step too slow at that moment.

Fu Kong pulled his hand, and Red's body fell, while Fu Kong's neck was still spurting blood, but he stood upright.

"A good sword."

Then everything went dark.

…

The two sat in the audience, both silent.

One person looked to the left and the other to the right. No one was willing to take the lead in speaking to the person who had just died with them.

Fu Kong was very arrogant, while Red was a little aggrieved.

But after a moment, Fukong was the first to speak: "I was in a bad mood before, which affected my attitude. I'm sorry."

It was very frank, but the excuse of "being in a bad mood" seemed very insincere.

"It's okay, I learned a lot from fighting with you." Rhett also returned to his original calm appearance and replied.

This statement is true.

Although there is a difference between fists and kicks and swordsmanship, they are both skills, and some of the ideas and directions for progress can be learned from Red's strengths.

The fight just now was clean and tidy, but both sides failed to fully utilize many things.

Even though Rhett was serious, he still wanted to ask for advice until the last moment.

When he first saw the opponent's moves, he was negligent and his head was blown off. Then, at the moment when he felt death for a long time, he used a killing move, which also made Fukong unable to react in time.

All in all, the two of them made a fool of themselves together.

Fortunately, they are the only ones in the theater now.

Otherwise, if anyone else sees it, they will probably be embarrassed and want to find a way to get through it.

"Can I ask why you are in a bad mood?" Rhett began to take the initiative to approach this person in the drama who seemed not to be easily contacted.

"I had a fight with my friend."

"That's it." Rhett wanted to say something, but got stuck.

friend? If we really want to talk about friends, it seems that he only has everyone in this theater left.

As for his world, vampires other than Azula feared him and humans feared him. There was absolutely no one to sit down and talk to.

That's why he comes to the theater whenever he has something to do, even if sometimes he is alone.

Fu Kong glanced at Red and said: "Don't worry, it's a common thing. This is not the first time we have quarreled, and I'm not good at communication. When things accumulate to a certain level, I will come here to get some air."

Although it's a good thing that you are willing to talk, Rhett is quite critical of the "ye" in his words.

Although this person looks cold, he is quite observant of some details, including other people's mood swings.

"What you mean by ventilation is..."

"From your point of view, I'm probably looking for death."

Rhett was a little embarrassed.

Combined with the fact that Fukong is good at reading emotions and thoughts, his initial idea that Fukong and the Demon Lord were not comparable was probably also read. No wonder the other party suddenly changed the focus and wanted to have a fight with him.

"You are right. I know I am still far away from him. Challenging him is my way of venting my emotions. You don't need to understand." Fukong said indifferently.

Rhett was silent.

He is basically facially paralyzed outside the theater, which is no different from Fukong's current appearance. Moreover, as a high-ranking person at work, he also has to face a group of unhappy subordinates, so he thinks that his facial expressions, body language and even Mood swings are well controlled.

Even if Fu Kong had a keen sense, he wouldn't be able to see through it to this extent.

"Then you should at least reach the level of a good person, so that I can't see through it at all." Fukong said again.

Yes, Rhett feels like he can even omit the double quotes.

"But...it's pretty good." Fukong exhaled a breath, "Before you came, I was always under a lot of pressure."

Why?

"Although the atmosphere of the theater is very good, the demon lord and the good man are characters far beyond my horizons, and the gap will always exist."

Where's the troupe leader?

"I can't get along with him. Although I respect him very much, I tried to accept some of his memories at the same time with him and tried to exercise my will, but I gave up after holding on for a minute. I did the same when he fled. The only one who couldn't contribute..."

So Fu Kong is actually...a little guilty? Rhett also tried to figure out what the other person was thinking.

"It's up to you to interpret it however you want." Fukong said coldly and forcefully.

Rhett understood.

"Then there's another one, the member before you." That's the only person Red hasn't seen yet.

When asking the devil and the good man about their relationship, both of them were trying to show off their feelings and had teasing smiles on their faces.

When I read the script, I couldn't understand what was written at all. It was so messed up that I could even make graffiti in the script!

At present, we only know that the other party's name is "Coffin".

Fukong said: "Have you not seen him yet? If both the Demon Lord and the good man choose to hide their feelings, I can't say much. If it is really difficult to get along with him, he is probably far more difficult than me. Moreover, he only According to the troupe leader, even good people are inaccessible."

This made Rhett even more curious.

However, everyone seemed to be planning to give him a pass on this point and reached a consensus.

This is bullying.

Fukong raised the corner of his mouth without any trace, but quickly smoothed it over, and then stood up from his seat: "Nice to meet you, Rhett. I feel much better. It's time for me to go."

"Well, walk slowly." Rhett nodded.

Fu Kong left through the side door neatly.

Rhett sat quietly for a moment, reviewed the previous confrontation, and then left.

"Fukong, a very interesting person."

This was his thought after contacting the other party today.

The side door was closed, and the theater fell into its usual tranquility again, waiting for the arrival of the audience.