Chapter 82
"Oh?"
"is it?"
"Then do you dare to have a game with me?"
At a moment when everyone else was afraid to take a breath, an inappropriate voice sounded in the gym.
"Powerful Ghost King!"
"It's the powerful ghost king!"
The group of weirdos suddenly became excited, as if they were grasping at straws.
snort! Human, we admit that you are strong.
But there are also strong people on our side.
"Master Ghost King, kill him quickly..."
One of the weirdos couldn't help but yell at the other party.
Dali Ghost King frowned, his face full of displeasure.
I saw him gently throwing up the volleyball in his hand and hitting it hard.
The volleyball turned into an afterimage and accurately hit the weird one with supreme power.
boom! The weird head exploded like a watermelon and was killed on the spot.
"Are you teaching me what to do?"
The volleyball bounced on the ground a few times before returning to the hands of the powerful ghost king.
The expressions of other weird people changed when they saw this, and they quickly covered their mouths.
Although they are both weird, they are hierarchically ordered.
It is also common for high-level weirdos to kill low-level weirdos at will.
After all, ordinary weirdos don't deserve to be treated as the same kind by them.
As the name suggests, the powerful ghost king can produce miracles with his great strength.
He can kill a zombie with just one volleyball, which is enough to prove his terrifying physical strength.
and.
The volleyball in his hand is full of evil, and it looks like a top-notch ghost weapon at first glance.
Ah! Ghost King?
Is it amazing? It’s not like I haven’t killed anyone before…
I wonder how he will please me this time?
The powerful ghost king sneered, no matter whether the human agreed or not, he would keep him.
The so-called competition is also what he thinks he is best at.
Inside the volleyball court.
The two were separated on opposite sides of the net, and a fierce confrontation ensued before the game even started.
The rules of the game are very simple, that is, there are no rules.
The game is over until one side falls.
This is a game that is both superior and life-or-death, so naturally there will be no referee.
Do not! In other words, Lord Yama is the referee.
Game start! The powerful ghost king served first.
I saw him caressing the volleyball a few times, and eerie laughter rang out on the field.
The volleyball in his hand seemed to come alive, and his facial features gradually grew.
That sinister laughter came from Volleyball's mouth.
Yu Jing saw it clearly and sneered at this.
It's nothing more than dozens of faces sewn together.
Not bad enough to scare a three-year-old.
The volleyball was thrown high into the air by the powerful ghost king, using the same weird tricks he had used before.
boom! The muscles on his arms bulged high, as if there were countless horned dragons dormant underneath.
The moment he exerted his strength, all the horned dragons began to wake up, revealing their fangs to the world.
The volleyball, which was slapped on the face, grinned in pain and screamed, flying straight towards Yu Jing.
Under the full blow of the powerful ghost king, the volleyball appeared as an afterimage, like a discharged cannonball.
The volleyball had not stopped yet, but the strong force had already set off a strong wind, which made Yu Jing unable to open his eyes.
He tilted his head slightly, and the volleyball flew past his cheek, smashing Weiyi who was watching the excitement into a pulp.
The main thing is to take away a passerby at once.
"Pity!"
The powerful ghost king felt regretful that he could not defeat the enemy with one shot.
The volleyball bounced back into his hand again after killing a weirdo.
"You won't be so lucky next time!"
It was so! Yu Jing turned a deaf ear to his threats and realized that whoever had the volleyball in his hands would attack.
There are no if the whole game is in the hands of the powerful ghost king, it is very reasonable.
"Then we can't hide anymore..."
Yu Laomo murmured to himself.
There was another scream of ghosts and wolves.
The screams of Face Volleyball can literally pierce one’s eardrums.
Perhaps this is part of the powerful ghost king's plan.
Blessed by huge power, it carries unimaginable power.
Yu Jing didn't dodge, he stretched out a hand and stopped it directly.
The powerful ghost king, who thought he would have broken bones and tendons, was stunned on the spot.
How can this be?
How could a mere human being be able to withstand his full blow? The human-faced volleyball was still screaming strangely and struggling violently in Yu Jing's hands.
Seeing that he couldn't escape after using all means.
It actually opened its bloody mouth and bit into his palm with its fangs exposed.
It's a pity that it made the wrong calculation and lost a good tooth in vain.
Yu Laomo brought it in front of him and whispered softly into its ear.
The guy who was so noisy just now suddenly became quiet, and the expression on his face became extremely frightened.
It seemed to have heard something terrible and was very afraid of him.
In his hands it became very docile and quiet.
This is impossible!
The powerful ghost king gritted his teeth, almost crushing the steel teeth in his mouth.
That ghost weapon volleyball was refined by him himself.
He cut off the skin from one opponent after another and sewed it together.
"return!"
He tried to force it back.
But even if Yu Jing loosened the hand that restrained it, it didn't react at all.
Oh shit!
This traitor...
Just when the powerful ghost king was still obsessed with the rebellion of the ghost weapon, danger suddenly struck.
The outer wall of the arena was smashed into pieces by a dump truck, which rushed towards him.
???
Where did the dump truck come from? The powerful ghost king looked confused.
But he saw a headless corpse in the driver's seat controlling the steering wheel and stepping on the accelerator.
Yu Laomo still used the highest secret of irregular play.
The art of dump truck! Of course, this caused the powerful ghost king to roar furiously.
He had never seen such an abstract human being.
But do you think a dump truck can destroy a ghost king?
I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding about the Ghost King! The powerful ghost king blocked the out-of-control vehicle and stood motionless.
Just when he was about to tear up this blind truck, a strong wind hit him from the back of his head, and the volleyball hit him hard.
He was about to turn around and catch the volleyball when he heard the sound of flames again.
Demon Corpse Xingtian didn't follow martial ethics and actually lit the fuel tank.
Boom!
There was an earth-shattering explosion, and the arena was reduced to ruins.
A large group of strange spectators were buried under the rubble.
"Damn you!"
"You really deserve to die!"
The dark-skinned Vigorous Ghost King couldn't hold himself any longer and rushed towards Yu Jing with a roar.
He wants to catch the other person and tear him apart step by step.
Seeing that the game is almost over, it's time to end.
Yu Jing gently threw the volleyball and slapped it.
Boom!
The volleyball suddenly burst into flames, like a meteor streaking across the sky, taking the body of the powerful ghost king on a quick trip.
After passing through countless buildings, he finally stopped.
"why……"
He hated Northwest before he could fully unleash the power of the Ghost King.
(End of this chapter)