Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 411: The terrifying Yan Shuangying who beat up Asano Wenliang

Inside the house, Yan Shuangying slashed Yan Huisheng's neck with a sharp palm knife. Yan Huisheng instantly felt his eyes go dark, his consciousness blurred, and he fainted.

Yan Shuangying's eyes revealed coldness and determination. He knew that time was running out and he had to act quickly.

"Our people are here, get ready to fight back!" Yan Shuangying shouted, and quickly took out two pistols from under his black windbreaker. His hands were as flexible as a snake, with his left hand aiming at an elite of the Military Control Department, and his right hand aiming at another. As Yan Shuangying's gunshots rang out, the situation in the house instantly reversed.

The Military Control Commission soldiers in the yard originally still held out a glimmer of hope, but the situation was becoming increasingly difficult.

In less than five minutes, the corpses were scattered all over the courtyard. The blood gathered like a stream, dyeing the yellow mud in the courtyard red, forming a shocking red ocean.

At this moment, Asano Wenliang suddenly attacked. He silently accumulated strength, and then suddenly pounced like a cheetah, and his shoulder hit Li Qing's chest firmly. Li Qing only felt a huge force coming at him instantly, and he was knocked back several steps and almost couldn't stand steadily.

Asano Wenliang did not give Li Qing a chance to breathe, he quickly followed up with a crisp straight punch. This punch was so powerful that Li Qing was caught off guard, and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and stars appeared in his eyes. He shook his body and could hardly stand.

Asano Wenliang's agility and decisive skills show that he is not as weak and frail as he appears to be. His eyes reveal sharpness and decisiveness, like a cheetah staring at its prey.

Asano Wenliang did not give Li Qing any chance to breathe. He quickly stepped forward and held down Li Qing's wrist holding the gun with his right hand.

His strength was amazing, and Li Qing couldn't break free at all. Asano Wenliang tried to snatch the pistol, and Li Qing tried his best to keep his weapon. The power contest between the two instantly reached a white-hot stage.

In the house, another CIA elite witnessed everything in front of him. He rushed towards Li Qing and Asano Wenliang without hesitation, intending to help his companions.

However, just as he was about to approach, Asano Wenliang suddenly turned like a civet cat and kicked back with extreme force, accurately hitting the elite in the abdomen.

This elite was over 1.8 meters tall and weighed 85 kilograms, but in front of Asano Wenliang's strength, he was kicked away like a light leaf. His body drew an arc in the air and smashed two chairs in the room, making a deafening sound.

The chair was shattered into pieces, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became more tense.

Asano Wenliang did not stop, he turned around and stared at Li Qing in front of him with indifference. A cruel smile appeared on his face, like a cheetah staring at a wounded prey: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I am not only proficient in military fighting techniques and karate, but also have a deep study of your Chinese traditional martial arts. I am proficient in Bajiquan and Baguazhang. You are no match for me!"

Li Qing gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold the pistol in his hand, wrestling with Asano Onryo who was pressing on him. Because the two were too close, the other CIA people didn't dare to shoot easily. They were worried about accidentally hurting their own people, and also because of the order from above, they required that Asano Onryo must be captured alive.

Just as Asano Wenliang was about to snatch the pistol from Li Qing's hand, a swift figure suddenly passed by.

It was Yan Shuangying, he approached like a ghost, his movements were agile and precise, he cleverly avoided the kick that Asano Wenliang was ready to launch. Then, he kicked Asano Wenliang in the back without any warning.

The force of this kick was so great that Asano Atsuyoshi felt suffocated.

Asano Wenliang's body rolled forward half a circle, and finally squatted on the ground to stabilize his body. His eyes revealed a fierce light, staring at Yan Shuangying closely, as if he wanted to see through him.

At the same time, other CIA elites also raised their weapons and pointed them at Asano Atsuyoshi. They shouted in unison: "Don't move! You Fuso dog! If you move again, I'll kill you!"

Yan Shuangying waved his hand to signal them to calm down. He looked calm, as if everything was under control. He glanced at Asano Wenliang, then turned to his subordinates and said, "You go outside to help eliminate the enemies in the yard. Leave this to me. I will have some fun with this Japanese devil."

"Yes, Director!" Li Qing and others responded in unison, their eyes filled with awe and trust in Yan Shuangying. In the CIA, a dozen well-trained fighters working together often found it difficult to last more than ten minutes in front of Yan Shuangying.

Li Qing and others looked at Asano Wenliang with pity, as if they felt sad for his fate.

As Li Qing and the others left, the atmosphere in the room became more tense. The duel between Yan Shuangying and Asano Wenliang was about to begin.

Asano Wenliang's eyes widened, his face tense, and he resolutely chose to take the initiative to attack. He took a deep breath, jumped high, and twisted flexibly in the air, like a venomous snake ready to attack. He used the strength of his waist and abdomen, gathered all the strength of his body into his right palm, formed a fierce palm wind, and slashed towards Yan Shuangying's shoulder viciously.

What is not well known is that this seemingly gentle Asano Wenliang is actually a master-level master of Fuso karate with a third-degree black belt. After years of practice, his palm has amazing power, enough to easily break six heavy stone slabs stacked together. If Yan Shuangying really got hit by this, his shoulder blade would be broken instantly.

However, facing this thunderous blow, Yan Shuangying seemed unusually calm. His face remained calm, his eyes were like torches, staring at Asano Wenliang's attack. At the moment when the palm knife was about to hit his shoulder, Yan Shuangying raised his left arm with amazing reaction speed, cleverly maintained an inclined angle, and easily blocked Asano Wenliang's right arm.

At the same time, he clenched his right hand into a fist and hit Asano Onryo's chin with lightning speed. This punch was swift and powerful, with a sound of breaking through the air, and the speed was astonishing. Asano Onryo had no time to react at all, and only felt a huge force coming at him. He instantly lost his balance, his eyes were sluggish, his consciousness was blurred, and he almost collapsed to the ground as if he was drunk.

This attack undoubtedly brought great shock to Asano Wenliang, and also made him deeply aware of Yan Shuangying's terrifying strength.

Yan Shuangying moved like the wind, and instantly got close to Asano Wenliang. He raised his right foot, gathered all his strength, and kicked Asano Wenliang's ribs fiercely. Faced with this sudden attack, Asano Wenliang reacted quickly, clamping his arms tightly around Yan Shuangying's right leg, trying to use it to resist this thundering blow.

He knew in his heart that if he exerted a little force, he could break Yan Shuangying's ankle. However, just as he was about to exert force, Yan Shuangying made an unexpected move.

Yan Shuangying's left foot suddenly left the ground, and the whole person flew into the air like a spring. His left foot kicked Asano Wenliang's right cheek at an astonishing speed, making a dull sound. This flying kick was so powerful that Asano Wenliang flew backwards in an instant and fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but found that he had no strength left in his body. On the other hand, Yan Shuangying completed a graceful side flip in the air and landed steadily on the ground. The whole process was as smooth as flowing water.

"You are just a little Fusang, you can only repeat what others say. Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound. A clown like you is not worthy of being on the stage."

This series of attacks completely deprived Asano Atsuyoshi of the power to resist. He lay on the ground with a look of astonishment and unwillingness in his eyes. He could never have imagined that he, a master-level master of the third degree black belt in Fuso karate, would be defeated so miserably.