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The roar of the two large SUVs broke the silence of the sandy sea. Obviously, these two modified vehicles had all the modern equipment that could appear on them, such as radar, GPS, etc., and their powerful horsepower allowed them to travel on almost any kind of bad road. With the exception of a few professional convoys, the number of vehicles that could be equipped to such an extent was extremely few.

The appearance of such modern machinery in this primitive and mysterious realm was somewhat out of place, but it was still inferior to the passengers inside the train. In the lead car, in the driver's seat and in the passenger seat, sat two people who looked to be racers. One was engrossed in driving, while the other was watching the GPS and navigating. If you look closely at their faces, you can see that these two are also well-known people in the racing industry, and often see fragments of them spraying champagne on television or in the newspapers. A competition? No, look back at the passengers: the two figures in the second row are of different shapes and temperaments, and to their left sits a European man in his forties, with curly blond hair, a high nose and sunken sockets that exude wisdom and a manly maturity. At this moment, he was staring at a thick book with his grey-blue eyes while his left hand was holding a wooden pipe that didn't have any cigarettes on it. Sitting next to him was a young man with his hands folded across his chest and his eyes closed. In this desert filled with dust, he was actually able to maintain a fair face and a camouflage outfit that was more or less cleaner than the others. His shoulder-length black hair was tied up in a ponytail, giving him an artistic vibe. In addition, he had a slightly upraised mouth. He was the type of person who would leave a good impression on others the moment they saw him. On his knees was an ancient looking sheathed sword.

The two people in the last row were wearing bullets. From the looks of it, they were soldiers. The one on the left was tall and sturdy, sitting on top of a chair that was almost to the roof. His camouflage uniform was especially fitting because of his upright posture. He had a square face and thick eyebrows, a typical European brawny guy. His slightly narrowed eyes were staring straight ahead, but his aquiline nose was somewhat damaging to his image. The one on the right was the most dishonest one in the whole car, with shiny black skin, glaring white teeth and eyes. He took off his military uniform, put on some animal skin, and then took out a javelin. His height looked similar to the strong man beside him, except that he was slightly thinner. At this moment, he was leaning back in his car, fiddling with a small TV. It was unknown what he was looking at, but he couldn't stop chuckling. The six people in the car behind were all in military uniform. Other than the two in the front row who were talking and driving, some of them were napping, some were stretching, and some were reading a book called PLAYBOY with their heads close to each other.

"The people of Z can brag!" The black USA man shouted loudly while watching the small TV.

Almost all the passengers in the first car seemed startled by the cry, and the middle-aged gentleman raised his pipe to his lips and looked back at him. The sturdy man turned his head and glanced at his companion. Even the two pilots turned to stare at him in astonishment. The only one who reacted the least was the handsome Asian youth sitting in the second row. He only opened his eyes, and without even turning his head, he slightly shrugged his shoulders, gave a self-deprecating smile, and then closed his eyes again, as if he was accustomed to this kind of situation.

"Jack, what the hell are you doing?" There was no expression on the burly man's face, but there was a hint of reproach in his tone. That's right, all the way here, Black Jack was always full of provocation towards young people who were just like scholars. That was obvious to everyone.

"Hey! Kevin, look at this! " "The black guy called Jack put the small TV set in front of the brawny man." Fly! Did you see it clearly? These two people are fighting in the air, hahaha! "

"This is just a movie." Kevin remained expressionless, as though he had inadvertently glanced at the young man sitting in the front row.

"Hey, hey!" "Han, watch your country's boasting films!" Jack didn't care about the people in the car. He placed the TV in front of the young man called Han, at the same time patting him on the shoulder.

"Tsk." The young man was a little disturbed, so he could only open his eyes and watch the TV in front of him. "On the screen was a Wuxia movie by a famous director from Z, which had a very high box office in Europe and the United States.

"Very good, very good. I've seen it many times." replied the young man.

"What?!" "Jack shouted ferociously, his voice sounding like a chicken that was being pinched by the neck." Don't you think the people of Z are bragging? Oh, I forgot that you're also a part of that braggart kingdom, hehehe! "

When a normal person heard that their country had been humiliated by another, they would feel angry. "No matter how cultured the young people are, they will not be able to endure it any longer." Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you haven't. "

"Is that so? I heard that you've been learning 'Z Country kungfu' since you were young. I wonder if you can fly? If the people of Z could fly, why would they need a car? To set the cattle on fire? " Jack lazily leaned back in his chair with a mocking expression on his face.

"I'm not sure." The young man turned around and stared at Jack. "But my kung fu is better than an ignorant person like you."

"Is that a challenge to me?" Jack's expression was still one of derision and contempt.

The young man seemed to have suddenly realized something and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "I guess so."

"Great!" Jack suddenly sat up straight and scanned his previously sloppy appearance. It seemed like he had been waiting for this result for a long time. "If you defeat me, I will admit the magic of Z Country's martial arts. Take back what I just said, if you lose, it's very simple. How about you admit that you're a coward?"

"Jack!" That's enough! " Kevin, who was standing beside the African man, suddenly shouted in a low tone.

Jack's hands were crossed over each other, cracking his knuckles and feeling indescribably excited, "You should be the clearest in our team's rules, Kevin. You can't do anything about someone else's challenge, can you? Besides, I won't hurt him. I'll just kick his butt and bring him back to reality. Hey! Driver, stop!

"Jack." "Kevin's originally expressionless face began to turn grim." You should know that we're with Mr. Omorse and Han... "

"Alright, alright!" I promise, I won't hurt him. This is just a small competition, you can be at ease! "

Kevin still wanted to say something, but the middle-aged gentleman, who did not comment at all, waved his hand to stop him. He then said to the young man in stiff Chinese, "Wenyue, do you really want to challenge him?"

The young man revealed a confident smile, "Yes, uncle, this is called sparring in Z Country." The answer was also in Chinese. He then turned to Jack and said, "Sure, I accept your suggestion."

"Is that so? Z Country's martial arts? " The middle-aged gentleman looked forward, his left hand fiddling with a wooden pipe. Then, he turned his head around and said, "Captain Kevin, let's do it this way. Let's also watch the mysterious State of Z martial arts together."

Kevin did not speak, but his scrunched eyebrows betrayed his concern. Still, he stuck his hand out the window and made a gesture.

The two cars stopped at almost the same time.

The six soldiers in the car behind nearly all got out of the car yawning day after day, which made Kevin frown even tighter. "Listen, Second Lieutenant Jack is now competing with Mister Han in combat techniques, so we can all sit on the ground and watch."

These words were like a stimulant, instantly raising the spirits of the tired soldiers.

"Heavens!" "Head, are you serious?" Great! "Do you guys have any interest in taking a gamble?" Shut up! "You Mexican ass, who's going to buy that little white face and win?" Hello, Jack! You must be careful not to break his neck! "

"Shut up!" "It seems like Kevin is very dissatisfied with the performance of his soldiers." Sit down and quietly watch! "

"Since everyone is so interested, let's take a gamble!" "With a smile on his face, the middle-aged gentleman was still fiddling with his pipe." Captain Kevin, let's relax. It's already time for lunch. "

The soldiers, who had just quieted down, became excited once more. In the end, with the exception of one merchant and one unwilling to participate, all four of them had bet on Jack to win. Only the middle-aged gentleman had bet on the young man to win.

At this time, Jack fully displayed his talent in acting, bowing to the few audience members present, and then waving at them like a president. Even the young man and the two pilots were watching the comedy with great interest. Amongst them, only Kevin did not seem to be able to laugh.

The chaos lasted for about ten minutes. After finishing his last signboard gesture, Jack turned around and looked at the young man with a mischievous smile, "Hey, Han, are you ready? We're going to start! I hope you'll let me do enough of my pre-meal exercise. "

"Bring it on!" The young man was still smiling as he raised his hand. The ancient sword in his hand cleverly twirled in a circle, and with a casual toss, more than half of the three foot long sword disappeared into the sand.

This move shocked everyone present. However, the silence only lasted for twenty seconds. Following the whistling sound, applause resounded throughout the desert.

Jack's eyes were wide, as if he had seen a ghost. He had never thought that the plot of such a movie would appear in front of his eyes. But soon after, the confidence that he had a lot of fighting experience gained the upper hand, "What's the use of looking nice, come on, kid!"

As the two stood together, it was easy to predict the outcome of the match just by looking at their stature. The young man was over 180 cm tall, which was only half a head away from Jack! And Jack was much stronger than the young man. If this was a boxing match, then due to the difference in their weight, the chances of winning were about one percent.

Jack, of course, understood his advantage in height and weight. He was confident he could knock the young man down. However, the martial arts of Z Country were too mysterious. Even if they were in movies, they were all stunts. In the world of fighting, there was still the famous Bruce Lee. Jack had also learned this method himself, which overshadowed the fighting techniques of almost every country.

Jack put away his usual mischievous smile and assumed a fighting stance. At this moment, Jack looked like a leopard ready to pounce, causing his originally tall and sturdy body to appear full of strength.

The young man was still standing there casually, his body completely relaxed. However, his face still had that eternal smile. This made Jack very angry. Don't you always smile like that? Are you ready? I'm going to attack! "

The young man first cupped his fist in a salute, then raised his hand and made a gesture.

The distance between them was about three meters, but that distance was negligible for Jack's long legs. With a single step, he arrived about a meter away from the young man. This was the most suitable attacking distance for him. It felt as if he was about to leap forward when he kicked the young man in the left knee with his right leg. There was no muscle protection on the knee area, although it looked very hard with the protection of the kneecap, once the side was attacked, as long as there was sufficient strength, it would easily break. This was also a common attack method used in Tai Fist, even if it didn't cause too much damage, it would still cause the opponent to lose balance. With Jack's weight and strength, as long as he hit, the young man would probably be able to walk on crutches for a period of time.

Unfortunately, the young man's reaction was even faster. He quickly retracted his left leg and his right leg took half a step back, turning into two legs standing together. These two movements were completed at the same time and were much faster than Jack. Jack missed. As his right foot retracted, he turned around and used a roundhouse kick with his left leg. As far as Jack was concerned, when the young man withdrew his left foot, his center of gravity would naturally be his right foot, which was to say, his supporting leg, then his roundhouse kick would hit. With his long leg, such a large attack range, his weight, and the strength of his back, the most he could hit was at least a hundred kilograms, which was enough for him to lie down for a few weeks.

These two moves were too fast. Kevin saw Jack's vicious attack and was about to open his mouth to call for him to stop, but his voice suddenly stopped. He saw the young man's feet slide back three meters like skates. No, it shouldn't be called slippery, but more like floating! It was because he did not have the posture of jumping back at all!

The others had similarly exaggerated expressions. Their mouths were wide open and their eyes were wide open. They couldn't make a single sound as they looked at the scene in front of them. Only the middle-aged gentleman behaved normally, lifting his pipe from his lips and opening his eyes wide.

Obviously, Jack hadn't realized what had happened yet. He only felt that his attack was not going through the air, and did not hit anything solid at all. Turn your left leg and pull it back. When he saw the young man who was still about three meters away from him, he couldn't help but be startled. Roundkick was a powerful kick that borrowed strength from the waist, but its weakness was that it was too slow and its movement was too big. Usually, it used a forward kick or a side kick to connect with the opponent. Jack never expected that the young man would be able to dodge the attack. Without thinking much, he turned around, so he did not see what everyone just saw. He felt that he had been fooled. The opponent was as nimble as a monkey, not even having the slightest bit of defense.

"Hey!" Does your Z-Nation kung fu refer to this type of technology that only knows how to run? Did you learn this from the monkey? "Do the people of Z only know how to run and not attack?" Jack's barrage of sarcasm seemed more lethal than his punches and kicks.

The young man shrugged out of habit. "Then it's my turn. Are you ready?"

"Hehe, of course, I'll teach you anytime!" Jack's tone was still full of mockery and contempt. Although his opponent could dodge his attack, as long as his opponent attacked, the joint technique that he was good at could easily break his bones!

The young man was really like a ghost that suddenly bullied in front of him, almost standing right in front of him. Soon after, he felt someone grab onto his right arm that was slightly bent forward, and his following action was also shockingly fast. When the young man turned around, Jack felt his arm twist, and at the same time, he fell over as if he had lost control. The two movements were as smooth as one action! The joint skill that Jack was holding didn't have time to use.

What was more unfortunate was that Jack's butt did not touch the soft sand as he had imagined, but instead received another heavy blow! The only thing Jack could do was let out a shrill cry, as if he were lying in a high-speed elevator, facing upwards. What happened next made Jack even more convinced that he had encountered a ghost! He watched as the young man flew past him. He then turned around and kicked him heavily in the stomach with his right foot while he was kicked away like a football! Then, in the midst of a cloud of flying sand, his butt actually made an intimate contact with the sand.

After a short period of silence, someone exclaimed in admiration, "Heavens! Isn't that too exaggerated?! " Immediately after, Kevin, who had recovered his wits from his shock, quickly walked forward and helped Jack up from the ground, his eyes already blank. At the same time, he looked at the young man inquiringly. The young man obviously understood the meaning in his eyes, but he still replied with a smile, "Don't worry, I didn't use too much strength. I only scared him. This is a small punishment for insulting my country."

In fact, the young people's exaggerated fighting style was partly to show off the mysteriousness of the martial arts of Z Nation, but they didn't use any real strength. If a person was kicked 5 meters into the air, at the very least, they would have a fracture. It could be said that when almost all martial arts were practiced to a certain extent, they would be used skillfully. With the addition of a type of qi in the martial arts of Z Country, it was easy to use. Unfortunately, if he explained all of this to these people who had only seen a few wuxia movies and thought they understood the martial arts of Z Nation, it would undoubtedly be playing a lute to a cow.

Kevin patted Jack's shoulder again. "Hey, are you alright?" At this moment, Jack seemed to have just woken up. He stretched his arms and moved the joints on his body. He answered with a blank face, "Other than the pain in his butt, everything else is normal."

Kevin heaved a sigh of relief. From his point of view, Jack would have to stay in the hospital for at least two weeks for the young man's exaggerated fighting style. In this way, both sides would not suffer any injuries. This was the most suitable outcome for this match. But Jack suddenly shouted at the young man who was bending down to pick up his sword, "Hey, you must be a magician!"

The young man straightened up, placed his sword diagonally on his back, and looked directly at him. "Then what else do you want? Have another go?"

Jack straightened his chest and was about to answer, but then he seemed to have thought of something and pondered for a few seconds. He seemed to have made a decision, "Alright, then I'll see what kind of kung fu there is in the movie that can hit people from a distance. Are you going to do it or not?"

The young man lowered his head and thought for a moment. Then, he replied, "He can barely reach a distance of five meters."

"Alright!" "Jack was excited once again, as if he had discovered a new continent." I'll choose my position. Put something in it and you can go over there. If it has the effect of moving or destroying something, I'll admit that what you said was true. How about it? "

"Sure." replied the young man.

Kevin, who was standing by the side, also felt that this was a non-dangerous method, so he did not stop it. Jack, on the other hand, excitedly got into the car to find what he thought was appropriate. It looked like his butt was already completely fine. The others remained where they were, anticipating what would happen next.

Moments later, Jack got out of the car and ran across the street to a dune with a can in his hand. He began to look around for canned goods under the dune.

The young man had a smile on his face, but in his mind, he was measuring the distance between him and Jack. It was about 7 to 8 meters! Apparently, Kevin had noticed this as well, but just as he was about to call out a warning to Jack, Jack's cheers cut him off.

"Wah!" Look what I found! A dead person shouldn't have some valuable things on him, right? " It seemed like in his eyes, money was much more precious than people.

Hearing the shout, the young man who was focusing his attention and channeling the force was slightly startled, but he quickly walked towards Jack's location. Everyone's eyes immediately fell on Jack.

Jack was moving much faster than when he was fighting. He was already moving up and down the man's body. At this moment, the rapidly approaching young man waved his hand to stop him.

"What are you doing?!" "Jack was obviously angry at the young man's actions. He reached into his boots and pulled out his military knife, swinging it in front of the young man." "Don't think you can be so arrogant just because you know some tricks. Stop me from making a fortune. I want you to meet God!"

"Jack!" "Shut up!" "Following that, Kevin stopped Jack with a stern voice." Do you wish to violate my orders? "

The African man was unwilling to accept this and sheathed his sword into his boots. He gave a loud humph.

As if oblivious to what had just happened, the young man reached out and touched the man's neck for a moment, then leaned over and listened on his chest for a while. Then he turned back to the middle-aged gentleman and shouted, "Uncle, he is not dead yet. He seems to have been dehydrated and fainted."

The middle-aged gentleman put the pipe back in his pocket and made a gesture. One of the drivers beside him got into the car and came out carrying a first aid kit. He then followed the middle-aged gentleman to the bottom of the sand dune. Everyone began to surround them. The young man had now undone the dusty coat, and the middle-aged gentleman had taken a small stethoscope from the first-aid kit and touched it to the man's bare chest. After about half a minute, the middle-aged gentleman let out a sigh. "There's no danger to my life. I must have fainted due to an extreme lack of water. However, my body is extremely weak." One of the pilots handed him the kettle, and the young man took it and put it to the man's lips.

"We can't let him drink too much water right now. Take your time." As the middle-aged gentleman exhorted the young man, he took out some other items from the box. "Kevin, help me tear open his sleeves. He needs some glucose." Kevin seemed to hesitate, frowning. "Is it necessary, Mr. Omores? It's normal for people to die in the desert, and we're almost out of water, aren't we? " Jack chimed in, "That's right! Going deep into the desert by himself was simply courting death, what did he care? "Besides, we have never done anything but kill people. It would be better to leave saving people to God!" The other soldiers also agreed.

The middle-aged gentleman put down what he was doing and turned back to look at Kevin. Under the gaze of those deep blue eyes, Kevin suddenly felt somewhat guilty. He lowered his head and immediately looked up into the middle-aged gentleman's eyes. The middle-aged gentleman sighed and said, "Alright, I'll add another 10% to your commission."

Kevin was stunned and did not insist on his opinion. He pulled out a saber from his boots and cut open the person's sleeve. The other soldiers didn't have any objections, and some of them even winked at each other. It seemed that they were very satisfied with this result. Jack raised his hand, shrugged, and made a face.

Under the efforts of the five people including the two pilots, the rest of the rescue operation went very smoothly. That person's breathing and heartbeat started to become stronger. By this time, Jack and the others had already moved the food out of the car, and everyone began their lunch for the day.