With a "click" sound, Omo's neck bones made a crisp sound under Zhao Ziyang's violent twisting.

Along with the sound of the bones in his neck, Omo's face showed a painful expression, the veins bulged high, and the muscles on his neck began to bulge crazily to protect his cervical vertebrae and compete with the twisting power of Zhao Ziyang's legs.

confrontation.

"Roar!" Another loud roar came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. His face began to become ferocious and twisted, and the veins were also high and bulging. The neck between his legs tried to escape from his control with a powerful force.

, forcing him to twist his waist and attack again.

"Click..." The crisp voice sounded again. Zhao Ziyang pushed his strength to the limit, but just twisting Omo's neck to one side was unable to achieve the goal of defeating the opponent with one move.

The swelling muscles on Omo's neck gradually loosened the clamping force between his legs, and the strength was no longer enough to cause serious damage to Omo.

"Ouch..." A wild beast-like howl burst out from Omo's mouth. He used his neck to resist Zhao Ziyang's legs, and then twisted his neck into a straight position little by little. The bulging muscles on his neck were like a ring of steel bars.

Protecting Omo's cervical vertebrae, making him look more like a prehistoric monster.

With a "hoo" sound, Omo twisted his neck and stretched out his hands to grab Zhao Ziyang, who was still riding on his neck, and wanted to tear him to pieces in his hands.

Seeing the opponent's grasping hands, Zhao Ziyang immediately gave up the attack that could not cause harm to the opponent, and his body immediately slipped from Omo's back. The moment he slipped, his right hand hooked Omo's chin, driving Omo's body towards him heavily.

Fell to the ground.

Under Zhao Ziyang's downward hook, Omo's huge body lost its balance and leaned back, about to fall to the ground.

At this moment, Omo, whose eyes were wide-eyed, gritted his teeth, leaned forward suddenly, grabbed Zhao Ziyang's right hand with his chin, and threw it forward.

Under the influence of the force of Omo's head, Zhao Ziyang's body was thrown from behind to the front like flying, and hit the ground heavily.

With a "boom", Zhao Ziyang felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. He did not expect that Omo's power was so strong. Even his fragile neck and head were so strong. He could not attack the opponent's throat at all.

The muscle strips are blocked and you can't even fasten them with your fingers.

Omo, who was hit by Zhao Ziyang's counterattack, went berserk, his body muscles expanded again, and he let out an angry roar.

"Roar!……"

Along with the roar, Omo grabbed Zhao Ziyang on the ground with one hand, swung his fist and hit the opponent in the abdomen.

"Bang!", there was a dull explosion, and I felt that my body was hit by a huge hammer, and everything in my chest and abdomen was squeezed together, causing unbearable pain.

Under this pain, a thick sweetness surged into my throat, and I couldn't help but spray it out from my mouth.

"Poof", a mouthful of blood spat heavily on Omo's face, instantly making Omo's eyes turn red.

Zhao Ziyang, whose face was distorted by pain, at the moment when the opponent was looking at him, he used all his strength to hit Omo's wrist that grabbed his body, forcing Omo to let go and turn his direction.

The moment he landed, Zhao Ziyang's body quickly collapsed, and the unbearable pain in his chest and abdomen left him unable to even stand.

"Bang", Zhao Ziyang's body that had just landed flew out of the ring. He was pulled out by Omo's elephant-like right leg, and his whole body flew out of the ring as lightly as a feather without any landing.

With a bang, Zhao Ziyang spat out blood and fell on the floor of the hall, falling into a semi-conscious state. As his body kept twitching, bright red blood continued to gush out from the corners of his mouth, dyeing the floor beneath him dark red.

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Colic pain spread all over his body like a tide, his hands and feet lost all strength, and he could not even complete a curling-up movement for self-protection.

"Roar!" Omo in the boxing ring stretched out his hands and roared wildly, hitting his chest hard, and his whole body showed an invincible and invincible look.

The mercenaries cast their eyes on the woman in a lavender dress and watched her walk up to Zhao Ziyang, who was still half alive.

"A lurker doesn't need a reckless man who overestimates his capabilities." A cold voice came out of the woman's mouth, looking disdainfully at Zhao Ziyang lying at her feet.

Zhao Ziyang, who was in a daze, heard this cold voice. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak. The cramping pain in his chest and abdomen held back the nervous system that controlled his speech, and he could only express his current thoughts with bursts of twitching.

.

"This is not your world." The woman uttered a cold sentence again, turned around gracefully and walked back.

Zhao Ziyang, who clearly heard this sentence, felt that his dignity had been completely trampled on. He didn't know who the woman who spoke to him was, but he knew that this woman looked down on him. The blood revenge of his comrades was to be avenged, and he wanted to be here.

The world must survive and become strong in this world, so strong that no one dares to look down on him. From the moment he asked to join, he no longer regarded himself as a normal person. This place would become his stage, and everything

Wildness and madness will be unleashed here.

"Puff! Puff!" Two mouthfuls of blood spurted out in succession. Zhao Ziyang miraculously stood up in the eyes of everyone and staggered towards the woman in front of him.

As if she heard the sound coming from behind, the woman stopped and turned around, staring coldly at Zhao Ziyang who walked up to him, looking disdainfully at Zhao Ziyang's blood-covered cheeks, as if she wanted to see this reckless man who overestimated his abilities.

What can the husband say?

"Woman..." Zhao Ziyang stretched out a finger, his eyes a little distracted, but after staring at the other person's face, the confusion began to condense and he gradually woke up.

After regaining consciousness, Zhao Ziyang stood firm, and in full view of the crowd, he made an action that stunned everyone: he put his arms around the other person's neck forcefully, opened his mouth and bit her lips!

The blood dyed the woman's lips red, and a salty taste flowed into her mouth.

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Ziyang licked his lips and smiled wildly, turned around and walked towards the ring, looking for Omo.

"Oh my god..." Linghu closed his eyes, pretended to be praying to you, and muttered: "Virgin Mary, forgive this ignorant little white mouse, he doesn't know that it is the deputy captain Night Rose Angel."

…”

The other mercenaries stared wide-eyed at Ye Rose, whose mouth was full of blood. They never dreamed that this Chinese boy would kiss the deputy captain like this, and he was still so arrogant and arrogant...

Ye Meigui, who was forcefully kissed by Zhao Ziyang, did not speak, but the frost on her face became stronger and stronger, making anyone who looked at her unable to help but start a cold war.

"Special Forces, you're done..." Dao Feng murmured.

On Night Rose's perfect frozen cheeks, the volcanic lava beneath the ice is exposed, enough to swallow everything.

"Omo! Kill this Chinese!" An angry roar came from Ye Meigui's mouth, and then she turned around heavily and walked towards her room.

Zhao Ziyang is the first person who can provoke Ye Rose to the point of erupting a volcano. Everyone knows Ye Rose's elegance and nobility, because she is from a standard noble family, and her emotions and anger are invisible...

"I'm happy to serve you, quack quack..." Omo burst into laughter and looked at Zhao Ziyang with eyes full of murderous intent.

But Zhao Ziyang looked at Omo with contempt in his eyes. He wiped the blood from his face, smiled sneer at Omo and said, "You are very weak at heart. How can a man listen to a woman?"

This sentence fell into Omo's ears and did not affect his mood at all. In his heart, there was no distinction between men and women. Listening to Ye Meigui's words was not only because the other party was the deputy leader, but also because the other party had a tyranny that no man could match.

strength.

Night rose, the blood-dropping rose that blooms at night.

"You're dead!" Omo stuck out his tongue and licked his lips fiercely, with an undisguised look of murder on his face.

"The third move." Zhao Ziyang opened his mouth and spit out these three words lightly, then let out a powerful roar, narrowed his eyes and pounced towards Omo like a lion.

He is looking for death. Anyone can see that Zhao Ziyang is looking for death. No one dares to confront Omo head-on. Even a real lion will be punched away by Omo.

"Roar!" Omo roared, and with rumbling steps he rushed towards Zhao Ziyang with his arms stretched out. He wanted to tear this Chinese boy into pieces.

The two people collided violently like two wild beasts, without any hesitation or concession, all showing their wild nature.

When the bodies of the two people were about to collide and Zhao Ziyang was bound to be knocked away, another change occurred.

Zhao Ziyang actually used a move that no one had thought of: his body suddenly squatted forward under the influence of the inertia of running, and slid down between Omo's legs in an incredible way.

Then his originally narrowed eyes suddenly opened, he stretched out his fist and punched upward hard.

"boom!"

The sound of fists colliding with flesh made everyone's heart twitch. Especially the male compatriots felt a stinging pain in their crotches, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

"Eggs..." Daofeng slapped his face hard and turned around silently.

At this time, Omo's body stopped, his mouth opened wide, his eyes widened, he covered his crotch with his hands, then slowly leaned forward, and finally fell on the ring with a bang.

"Ah!..." A pitiful howl like a slaughtering pig came from Omo's mouth. His face turned purple and purple from suppressing his emotions. He covered his crotch with both hands and rolled around desperately in the ring, trying to relieve the unbearable pain in his crotch.

Zhao Ziyang punched him hard in the crotch, making him as strong as a monster unable to bear it. Omo had no weaknesses, but he was a man after all...

"You can't." Zhao Ziyang got up unsteadily, uttered a victor's word to Omo who was screaming on the ground, and then his body went limp and fell on the ring.

"Aww...! Special Forces, well done, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-oo to to my best.

"Damn it!" Swart cursed heavily and muttered: "Obviously he broke his balls, where is the Chinese kung fu... but this Chinese boy is still a bit interesting."

"Ahem..." Seth's cough came from the loudspeaker, and then the kid said proudly: "Sorry, I won, it was a draw, the special forces seemed to have fainted."

Blade stopped cheering, looked at Zhao Ziyang lying on the ring, and looked face to face with a group of mercenaries: it was not them who won, but that bastard Seth...

"Bah bang bang..." A burst of applause came, and the group leader Hei Ying came out and looked at Zhao Ziyang lying on the ring with satisfaction. He smiled and said to the mercenaries: "It seems that we are really going to add an Oriental.

It’s just that he still needs a series of intensive training, Swart Pandora?”

"Me!" Ye Meigui's cold voice came out.
Chapter completed!