Kung Fu Panda Breaking Through Marvel

Chapter 44 A family should be neat and tidy

Martial arts dojo, martial arts hall.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

More than a dozen men and women of different skin colors, wearing loose training clothes, are practicing one-on-one.

Suddenly, one of them looked up.

Through the clear glass, he saw a tall and mighty figure in black and white in the sky outside the window.

Without any external force, it just appeared outside the window on the ninth floor, like a ghost floating up from below.

The bright environment inside and the dark outside made it impossible for him to see the figure outside clearly.

It can only be recognized vaguely, such a huge physique does not look like a human being at all!

"Ghost, ghost!"

The phenomenon that went against common sense made this apprentice, who had been in the office for less than three years, lose his former composure.

He raised his right hand and pointed at the phantom outside the window, trembling all over.

Under the powerful jet, an unknown liquid penetrated the thin and breathable exercise clothes at an extremely fast speed, and moistened the whole summer.

No one cared about the fishy smell that gradually drifted away.

They suddenly turned around and looked up, their movements were exactly the same, and they saw the phantom outside the window almost at the same time.

However, before they had any reaction, they saw that the glass of the entire window was shattered.

Shards of glass, driven by an unknown force, shot into their bodies like bullets fired one after another.

The severe pain distorted their faces, opened their mouths wide, and their vocal cords vibrated violently.

But they didn't have time to make a sound.

That phantom once again defied common sense, actually moved across the sky, entered the dojo, and landed steadily.

The thick fingers, with the flexibility that shouldn't belong to the fat man, drew afterimages in mid-air, pinching pieces of glass pieces.

Wrist hard, swing!

Pieces of glass shards pierced their throats at an even faster speed, cutting off their vocal cords.

Pfft!
More than a dozen apprentices fell to the ground at the same time, making a resonant loud noise.

"What's going on, someone fell down?"

"The owner of the museum is in a meeting, so please keep your voice down, didn't you hear?"

A strong white man with a height of more than 1.9 meters came out of the passage and saw corpses all over the ground.

He also saw a phantom approaching in an instant, and a big hand stuck around his neck.

Click!

He tilted his neck and went limp to the end.

"who are you?"

"Jack is dead, everyone come out to me!"

"Let's go together, hack him to death!"

More than 20 people rushed out from one room after another, holding swords of the same style in their hands.

These people are far more well-trained than the apprentices outside, and they cooperate with each other tacitly.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute strength, tacit understanding is not worth mentioning.

Blood spattered and corpses flew across.

Bears in the herd!

Thick fleshy palms slapped the chest of the person in front.

Click!

All the ribs were broken and inserted into the defenseless viscera.

A huge force lifted him into the air, knocking down all the people rushing behind him.

The unique martial arts of Wudang, the iron palm that shakes the sky!
"Shoot, shoot him!"

A few more people rushed out of the room, drew their guns and fired, but again too slowly.

The moment they pulled the trigger, Wang Lin kicked a long sword flying from the ground and pierced one of them in the heart.

Whoosh whoosh!
A long sword was kicked away, piercing the heart or throat of every gunman without any mistakes.

Wang Lin continued to walk forward, and caught a cold light from the corner of his eyes.

A broad-backed long knife slashed towards his neck, and then stopped in mid-air.

A bear's paw grabbed the hands holding the knife and exerted a little force.

Both wrists were broken at the same time, a comminuted fracture.

The long knife dropped from his hand and fell into Wang Lin's hands.

"kill!"

More than a dozen people rushed out and surrounded Wang Lin.

Wang Lin swung his knife.

The light of the knife is bright, continuous, and unpredictable, making it impossible to judge the angle and trajectory of each knife.

When they see the blade, that's when they die.

Wudang unique knowledge, mysterious sword technique!
"Good knife, good knife!"

clap clap clap!
Applause sounded.

Wang Lin raised his head, looked through the long and narrow passage, and saw the innermost door slowly opening.

It was a relatively spacious meeting room with more than a dozen people sitting in it.

All in suits and leather shoes, with all white faces, as if they were noble gentlemen in ancient Europe.

They held the sabers at their waists with their right hands, leaned forward slightly, and were ready to strike at any time.

And the applauding person sat in the main seat facing the door, with a faint smile on his face.

One of the five fingers of the Hand Association, Botu!
"I'm curious who you are and how dare you fight against me."

Botu smiled slightly, apparently not caring about the death of his subordinates.

He stared at Wang Lin: "Let me guess... Are you Madam Gao's subordinate, or someone who is really good at it?"

"The one who killed you!"

Wang Lin threw away the knife in his hand, picked up a sword, and walked into the room step by step.

His gaze swept across, and finally landed on Botu: "Are you coming one by one, or together?"

"The strong fight, of course... together!"

His voice just fell.

More than a dozen people shot at the same time, no matter in speed or strength, they were much faster than those in front.

Second only to Zhou Cheng and Yoshioka Shin.

The smile on Botu's face grew wider and wider.

These dozens of people are dead soldiers who he personally taught and carefully cultivated, and each of them is the best of the best.

This time, the reason why he brought these people from Europe to New York was to prepare for what came next.

The keel beneath New York has been found.

Regardless of whether it is to carve up the keel or assassinate the other four fingers, there is bound to be a big battle.

These people are his cards!

"No matter who you are, you will die here today... what?"

Botu was startled.

At the same time as the dozen or so people made their moves, Wang Lin also swung his long sword.

Sword light rises, sword light falls.

More than a dozen long swords fell to the ground one after another.

Those dozens of people were actually stabbed by Wang Lin in an instant, cut their tendons, and then cut their throats!

Dugu Nine Swords, Broken Sword Style!

"Good sword, good sword!"

Botu took a deep breath: "Who asked you to kill me? How much did they pay you? I paid ten times...Kang Dang!"

Things are not good, flip the table!

The three-meter-long table was blown away by a huge force and slammed into Wang Lin.

Wang Lin abandoned his sword and punched!
boom!
The hard marble table was shattered by a punch.

Huashan boxing method, splitting stones and breaking jade fists!

"What a powerful punch!"

Botu took seven steps back.

This retreat has retreated beyond the boundary between life and death.

With this retreat, he completely lost the initiative, and lost the last chance for the Jedi to come back.

Da da da!
Wang Lin's footsteps were extremely heavy, every step made the whole floor shake.

He caught up with Bo Tu in two or three steps, turned sideways, kicked his legs, and kicked out afterimages.

The golden monkey's unique skills, subduing the dragon without a shadow!

"What a quick kick!"

Botu raised his arms to resist, but he couldn't stop it at all. He flew upside down and hit the wall behind him heavily.

The decorative walls, which were not strong, were smashed through.

When Wang Lin gained power, he was merciless and bullied himself.

Botu got up from the ground, seeing that he couldn't escape, he gritted his teeth and ran towards Wang Lin.

The moment he approached Wang Lin, he drew out the saber from his waist.

The five fingers of Hand Association are all innate masters, but there are differences in what they learn.

Mrs. Gao has the deepest skill and is good at palming.

Murakami is the fastest and is good at swordsmanship.

And he is the most flexible and good at swordsmanship!
This sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, piercing Wang Lin's heart.

"Humph!"

Wang Lin snorted coldly, and the thumb and index finger of his left hand were as fast as lightning, pinching the tip of the sword.

No matter how hard Botu tried, he couldn't make any progress.

The little panda master has a unique skill, the Promise Iron Finger Knob!
At the same time, the five fingers of his right hand were close together, like a spirit snake probing, and touched Botu's sword-holding wrist.

Qiao Xiaolong has a unique skill, snake-shaped tricks!

Click!

Amid the crisp sound of bone shattering, Botu's wrist bone broke.

A thick finger hit his thirteen acupoints.

"Frank, let's go!"

Wang Lin picked up Bo Tu, jumped down from the ninth floor, and landed firmly.

Frank stomped on the gas pedal again, speeding through the streets of Hell's Kitchen, and soon returned to the Punisher military base.

"Who are you guys and why are you arresting me?"

Botu resisted the pain in his wrist and gritted his teeth.

"Don't worry, you'll know soon, I'll show you an old friend."

He carried Botu and came to the basement.

"Madam Gao, have you been arrested too?"

Bo Tu was startled, and then his face was gloomy, his eyes shot fire: "You betrayed me?"

"it's me!"

Looking at the blogger who was being tied up by Frank, Mrs. Gao was in a happy mood, and the humiliation she had suffered these days was swept away.

Ah.

They are all Kunlun traitors, and they are all five fingers of the Hand.

Why am I bound, imprisoned, flogged and beaten, while you enjoy the hot food?

A family needs to be neat and tidy!
(End of this chapter)