But now they are actively seeking a fight, how can we ignore them? [Heart of Steel - Passive - Huge Devour. Current target is cooling down. Remaining cooling time: 3 seconds.] As the prompt sounded, Gong Yang Zhen's eyes turned slightly cold. ...I hope you don't get defeated by a single blow and fail to make it past the qualifying rounds. I'm really looking forward to the ultimate secret. However, the fight ultimately failed. The blonde woman, who seemed to know a lot of things, was pushed away roughly by Juukishima and staggered for a while before she stood firm, and adjusted her glasses. Looking at Gong Yangzhen's recognizable appearance, he immediately recognized him: "You are... the one from the Nakano Private Hospital... Stop, Wang Ma-kun, stop, we are one of us!" Jukija Ouma: "What? What do you mean by our own people? What is that ambitious uncle (referring to Nogi Hideki) doing now?" Gong Yang Zhen: “…” Seeing that the Ten Ghost Snake King Horses seemed to have no intention of fighting anymore, Gong Yang Zhen immediately put down his hands.
At the same time he raised his eyebrows slightly. I just felt strange, why is there a woman here? "..." "!" I remembered. It seems to be true. This person must be Nogi Hideki's former secretary, Ms. Akiyama Kaede, who is now with Yamashita Shoji Activities, which has separated from the Nogi Group and occupied another place in the elimination round? It seemed that this girl was delivering water to Juuguishe Ouma before the game started, but she didn't leave in time and was accidentally trapped in the stadium. What an old wretch. but. "Allies... well, after all, we have a contract. When I win this 'Fatal Knockout Tournament', I will nominate Nogi-san as the president of Kengan." "So, we are natural allies. After all, your role is the same, right? You are nothing more than a surprise force to increase the Nogi Group's chances of winning." Hearing Gong Yangzhen casually say that he would win this fatal elimination match, the Ten Ghost Snake King Ma's eyebrows jumped, and then he grinned grimly. "I'm just here to fight those guys who think they're strong. I don't care about that bastard uncle's ambitions - and don't get me wrong, I'll be the winner." "...Heh, it's good to have confidence. Then I wish you good luck, Mr. Jukiji." Gong Yang Zhen had no intention of engaging in an argument with this mentally handicapped old man, so he waved his hand and turned to leave. You just focus on taking care of the girl here first, I'm going to stack the steel. Farewell. Just when he was about to start the high-speed killing mode again, something unexpected happened! —— Chapter 104: One Person’s Strength
"So, what's going on with that guy?!" "I'm chasing you relentlessly. I can't get rid of you!" "Quack! Don't come near me!" "Wow!" "Hey!" boom! —— "...?" Gong Yang Zhen had clearly slowed down his sweeping march, but not far away there were still bodies being thrown around as if they were hit by a speeding car! Are there any experts? He casually knocked a flying figure to the ground with his clever strength, took back a piece of steel, and Gong Yang Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, only to see a black shadow suddenly rushing towards him! Black, huge, powerful and heavy... missile? Not also! No matter how fast it is, it can’t be faster than a real missile! Although the speed was very strong, it was ultimately unable to surpass Gong Yang Zhen's dynamic vision. In a flash, the entire picture of the object that was rushing towards him was depicted in Gong Yang Zhen's mind. ——It turned out to be this guy. Short curly hair, flat nose, big nostrils, thick lips... If someone could share Gong Yang Zhen's vision, they would suddenly discover that the thing was actually a farm tool! No, a black man of African descent. With unique appearance and highly recognizable martial arts in the audience, Gong Yang Zhen remembered this wonderful flower almost instantly. Jerry Tyson, a native of Detroit, America, once studied "Pictographic Boxing" under a famous master in Gong Yangzhen's motherland. ——It is a kind of boxing that combines martial arts movements to imitate certain movement characteristics of animals or humans. It often uses the fighting imagery of animals to expand the boxing style. In a sense, it is similar to Gong Yang Zhen's "borrowing appearance". But Mr. Jerry, who shares the same name as a legendary comedian, does not follow the beaten path. The inspiration of their pictographic boxing mostly comes from animals, including monkey boxing, snake boxing, mantis boxing and so on. This black guy's boxing style imitates hot weapons. J's Pictographic Fist·Scud Missile! At the moment, he raised his arms horizontally as if he was flying like a superman, and with the huge impact force generated by his strong and powerful lower limbs pushing off the ground, he rushed forward like a missile, directly blasting away a large number of mass-produced stacked steel palus that had not been favored by Ram Shock yet! Now he is rushing towards Gong Yang Zhen!
…… ……Um? Damn it, you deserve to die! "Danger, danger! Mr. Ram——" Although there had been some minor friction just now, now that the alliance had been established, Feng Qiushan believed that it would be most beneficial for both Shikisai Ouma and Gong Yang Zhen to qualify. At this moment, seeing that strange guy using all his strength to attack Gong Yang Zhen, such a terrifying move was daunting, and he immediately screamed, trying to make Gong Yang Zhen dodge. And how could Gong Yang Zhen avoid it? Borrowed image·Lava monster·Solid as a rock! As his brain visualized the ferocious beast, his body reacted instantly. His marble-like muscles instantly changed from a relaxed, flexible state to a tense state. The ram stood still on the ground, neither dodging nor avoiding! This response was completely different from those of the fleeing minnows, and Jerry Tyson was slightly dazed as he sprinted forward. Then he showed a wild smile. "Do you want to fight me head-on?" "Oh, no! Young man, you are really too young and too simple!" "Remember this lesson, then fall down and sleep! Then--" "Go sing the praises of my name, Jerry!" As if he had already seen the opponent spurting blood and flying backwards under his impact, Jerry Tyson's speed suddenly increased to a higher level. Gong Yangzhen must be knocked down on the spot! However, the world is so fucked up and helpless. "boom!--" Someone was indeed blown away. But that person was not the motionless Ram Zhen, but Jerry Tyson who was attacking with both fists with fierce momentum! After several months of stacking maximum health points and tempering his body with the muscle concentration training method taught by Jie Xiongmingzao, Gong Yangzhen's muscle density has now reached an alarming level. When the muscles are tense, even the damn bullets are like the claws of a cute little kitten. They can only break the skin and have no effect on the steel-like muscles! (PS: Wu Fengshui, who was passionate about the actual test, was crying with envy.) Not to mention a bare fist? As soon as his fists touched the opponent's chest and abdomen, the black man's face changed drastically! [Heart of Steel - Passive - Huge Devour has taken effect. ] It was like the recoil of hitting an indestructible boulder... No! It was more than just a recoil.
Yes, it was a head-on collision with a Jet Plane! His wrist was bent and his arm was twisted, and the intense pain that followed made Jerry Tyson turn gray in an instant. However, the opponent showed no mercy. I can't bear to use the stacked steel pallu hard, but you swept away a lot of it? F*cker, you really piss me off. "boom!--" A straight kick broke Jerry Tyson's arms and sent him flying like a sandbag. His eyes turned white and he lost consciousness in the air. It took only a second for Gong Yang Zhen to defeat a seemingly powerful fighter in full view of everyone. At the same time, the Ten Ghost Snake King Ma, who was secretly observing this side behind Gong Yang Zhen, suddenly widened his eyes, and his whole aura became more ferocious. ...Isn’t that the King Kong form of Erhuliu? Of course, at this moment, there was no time to solve the doubts in the minds of the Erhuliu policemen. Gong Yangzhen seemed to kill a mosquito casually, and then looked around. There are not many palus left. ...I am still too gentle. If you take great care of your favorite snacks and save them for last, they will end up being shared by everyone else. That being the case... His eyes slowly turned black, his muscles swelled slightly, veins slowly popped out on his face, and his exposed skin turned slightly red due to congestion. ——Then you don’t have to worry about how you eat. The Wu clan's secret teachings: partial liberation! If this closed qualifying arena is a small world isolated from the outside world, Gong Yang Zhen is about to do something that will make everyone present feel terrified and scared. That is. With the power of one person, I can defeat the whole fucking world! .................................... In the captain's room, the bearded captain in pajamas was lying comfortably on the bed, planning to take a short nap and rest before the chaos ended. Unexpectedly, he had just snored twice when he was shaken up by the sailor who broke in. The captain was furious! "What the hell are you messing with..." "Captain, don't fall asleep. Go check on the preliminaries..." As the young sailor, who was running out of breath and whose legs were shaking, explained the reason intermittently, the captain's eyes gradually widened.
"…End? But it's only been a few minutes since it started?" Six minutes? Eight minutes? The answer is seven minutes and forty seconds. Let's go back to the qualifying match venue. At this moment, there are bodies lying all over the venue, and the spectator seats on the second floor are also silent. Among the dense crowd of fallen fighters, only four were still standing. Juukishima gritted his teeth, and Akiyama Feng, who looked frightened and a little unsteady on his feet, somehow did not get the attention of the one who murdered him... ——And Gong Yang Zhen, who was standing in the center, seemed to have heard some movement and slowly turned his head to look at the open door. In the darkness, his eyes seemed to emit a faint light, which made the "guardians" who opened the door feel a chill down their spines.
