Wow!!

Owen didn't say anything, but took action first. He had a pipe in his mouth, and the moment he inhaled, the pipe lit up, and his palm had already cut through the air, slashing towards Guan Luoyang.

Under this slash, the invisible and colorless soft air was squeezed away like mercury, and it actually appeared thick and sticky, vaguely turning into a tangible object. It was obviously an extremely clever force-generating technique.

The arc of the palm's swing, coupled with the slight change in the direction of the wrist during the swing, in this case, seems to be a blow that moves in the wind and rises and falls with the waves.

It was clear that this palm was a diagonal slash from the front, but Guan Luoyang felt that the atmosphere at every angle around him was tightening. Even the air behind him was obviously affected, as if he was turning into a man. A piece of radish that was blown up by the waves was easily cut off by a hand knife.

The skills are superb, but both speed and strength are really lackluster.

Guan Luoyang easily kicked him first and kicked him away. The anger in his chest couldn't help but be suppressed, and he felt deeply confused.

In fact, from the moment he saw Owen, he had already noticed that this person was not as powerful as he imagined, but it might also be because this person had practiced some secret technique that could restrain his aura.

In this world that has been influenced by reincarnations countless times, it is not surprising that there are any secret techniques.

But when he actually started to take action, Guan Luoyang was sure... this man, he was so damn weak!

Let alone Harry and his group, if it was one-on-one, Guan Luoyang felt that Owen would probably be slapped to death by the golden retriever dog he kept next to him.

Just, it's weird, how does such a thing deserve to be the leader of these people?

Taking a step back, if this person is really the kind of person who has won the support of so many subordinates based on his brains alone, then he should be cautious enough, seize the time, and evacuate early. Why would he be so stupid and arrogant? it's here?

After closer inspection, this person's feelings are different from those of the clones, so there is only one possibility left...

"You are not the real top leader of this organization, are you?"

Guan Luoyang chased after him and stepped on Owen's chest. The mental current flashed to Owen's head, penetrated into his temple, and asked, "Who is the real leader? Where does he live?"

While speaking, he used several airborne palm powers in succession, and the light changed rapidly and gathered on his palm, as if several light cannons were bombarding the crystal old man one after another. The final protection provided by the crystal ball could not withstand such a series of attacks. The rising impact of violence.

The crystal ball exploded and the cloak was damaged. The old crystal man vomited blood and screamed. He threw his head back and fell to the ground, completely defeated.

Owen, who failed miserably in a face-to-face encounter, was covered in dust on the ground and his clothes were torn. After being stimulated by the electric current, the sound of teeth trembling and clattering could not help but come out of his mouth. He only lasted less than five seconds before gasping for breath. He confessed: "Yes, it's me, the highest leader is me."

"Still telling the truth!"

The electric light flickered more clearly, and all the hair on Owen's head stood up straight. He lost the strength to scream, his throat rattled, and he stretched his neck like a goose on the verge of dying.

Guan Luoyang continued to ask, "If it were you, why are you so weak? Don't the technologies and resources you master bring any enhancement to yourself?"

Owen hissed with difficulty: "I didn't use those things on myself because I wanted to retain more, more experiences!"

Powerful fighters can accomplish all kinds of feats that ordinary humans can't even imagine, and have a sense of satisfaction that goes beyond common sense.

However, because the strength of fighters in this world is inseparable from their physical bodies, even people like the Crystal Old Man who seem to fight purely with mental power actually have physical strength that exceeds that of ordinary people. Therefore, many stimulating entertainment activities for ordinary people are harmful to them.

It's hard to feel it, actually.

For example, the stimulation of alcohol, the smoky and ecstatic feeling, the enjoyment of tobacco, irritating the nasal cavity, and the oral cavity affecting the brain cells, and there are also many forms of entertainment such as overeating, staying up late on forums, etc.

The above is damage to the physical body, but a strong person's physique can exempt them from all these.

Even going to bed is the same. If the physical quality is too high, the endurance will be too strong. If the person you choose cannot match you, then you need to use more extreme methods such as violence, suffocation, groups, drugs, wildness, etc.

Seek psychological satisfaction and take longer to climb to the top.

Violet is a city of fighting, as well as violence and entertainment. When he was driving through the city before, although Guan Luoyang didn't deliberately listen to some unsightly things, he already knew that people here generally had higher desires.

Speaking of which, according to the Violet Man's thinking model, it might be possible to do something like Owen, deliberately keeping his body in a weak state, and then strengthen and repair himself when he is seriously ill.

But Guan Luoyang was not satisfied.

"Is that really all there is to it?"

He bent down slightly and stretched out his fingers forward. The green energy visible to the naked eye extended from the tips of his fingers and condensed like the tip of a knife.

Like the sharpest jade in the world, a green blade was polished and slowly approached Owen's face.

The muscles on Owen's face began to tremble, and the sensitive facial pores could already feel the burning sting like needles. Every wrinkle expressed uneasiness, and his eyes became frightened, and his eyes were fixed.

That point of the knife, watching it get closer little by little.

"In addition to fear, you are also looking forward to it. Are you looking forward to experiencing death?"

The green tip of the knife suddenly disappeared, and Guan Luoyang turned his fingers into his palm and pressed down.

The raging current brought heavy pressure, making the features on Owen's face seem to be slightly flattened, and the ground next to the back of his head had small cracks.

Guan Luoyang changed his question: "Tell me the key points that you least want me to know right now!"

"The Shenwu Guiyi experiment is almost successful. The seeds cultivated in the thirty-six bases..."

Owen's face was twisted, but he couldn't control his mouth.

He was really waiting to experience death. The feeling of death was very precious and made him very curious. This time he just had an opportunity to help him make up his mind.

However, death with a backup plan is acceptable, but exposing something you don't want to expose is absolutely unacceptable. This makes Owen far more angry than the former!

Just when he was thinking of ways to commit suicide, someone gave him this opportunity.

Guan Luoyang suddenly dodged and avoided the knife that passed through the shadow where he originally stood.

The armored giant a hundred meters away had many scorched black wounds on his body that were deep enough to see the bones. The executioner just used his fist to jump and gallop over at top speed.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of battle situation, but the distance of only a hundred meters passed by in a blink of an eye, and the armored giant, who could obviously still hold up, suddenly changed back to his original form and disappeared into the forest. This was very strange.

Guan Luoyang's mind was spinning. Isn't it the matter of the unification of the gods and the martial arts that even Faqi and the others were unwilling to expose so quickly? It seems that there is something more complicated behind these disgusting cloning incidents...

Ha! Then I want to accompany you to have fun!

Owen, who was on the ground, had already exploded his cerebral blood vessels by force of will at the moment Guan Luoyang was forced to move away, and successfully committed suicide.

The executioner glanced at the corpse with regret and said hesitantly: "He is actually very strong. I learned a lot about my sword from him."

"So he really has another state, or another body?"

Guan Luoyang dusted his collar and said a little strangely, "You don't seem to mind exposing his information, so how about you tell me more before the fight starts?"

The executioner glanced at Guan Luoyang quickly, lowered his gaze, and his face was red: "But you, you and your clothes look really difficult to kill..."

"I can't bear it anymore."

Before he finished speaking, the two figures by the swimming pool suddenly disappeared.

The endlessly turbulent water surface of the swimming pool strangely maintained an unstable posture and fell into stillness.

Between the undulating water waves, there are inexplicably clear and profound footprints.

There are two types of footprints, one is similar to the marks left by military boots, and the other is barefoot, and the toes and arches can be distinguished.

When the power in these footprints exploded, the water in the entire swimming pool rumbled into the air, spreading like a heavy rain.

In the end, only a shallow layer of liquid at the bottom was left in the swimming pool, and extremely deep slash marks and fist marks were left on all sides of the swimming pool, turning the rectangular swimming pool into a large irregular pit, with the volume expanded at least five times.

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And when those two elusive figures crossed the manor and went into the living room and house, everything seemed less violent.

Their strength becomes more restrained.

Guan Luoyang consciously gathered his energy, because he was a little excited to find that the opponent could catch up with his full speed. If he spread his energy again, he would have changed positions before he could affect his opponent, which would become a kind of

Pointless waste.

The restraint of the executioner was more like an instinct. He did not think about the whole process and just made changes in accordance with the desire to "kill Guan Luoyang".

When he appeared in the living room, his feet were on the leather backrest of the sofa. When he raised the butcher knife, not even the wind was disturbed, and he slashed towards Guan Luoyang who appeared at the other end of the sofa.

Guan Luoyang's palm showed a subtle luster of the bronze drum. The eight-sided bronze drum that was broken into his body provided his palm with a texture like a magic weapon. His left hand touched the blade from the side. When the sparks burst, he aimed his right palm at the tip of the blade and pushed it out.

The most dangerous part of a knife is the tip. The most vulnerable point also starts from the tip of the knife. The force on the knife has been relieved a lot by Guan Luoyang's left hand. If the right palm hits the tip of the knife head-on, the high-temperature shock will directly

Destroy this butcher knife and break it into countless pieces.

The executioner had no choice but to deflect the blade of the sword. Guan Luoyang's right hand passed through it and flicked his middle finger, hitting the executioner's wrist holding the knife.

The big tendon under the skin of his wrist was stirred up by the force of his fingers and stood out. Guan Luoyang hooked his index finger, and his nails cut a little into the skin that could protect against bullets from the front, and accurately drew out the big tendon.

Guan Luoyang possesses a magic weapon, but he doesn't use it often because he is better at boxing. The changes between the fists and fingers are far more satisfying to him than weapons. Swords can be used occasionally, as long as they are always in hand.

Instead, he restrained his fingers.

The big tendon was torn, and the electric current rushed into the body along the wound. The executioner's entire arm holding the knife was numb. A burnt smell came from the wound, the muscles atrophied, and the complexion on his face became more joyful and translucent.

A perverted red color.

Although he stuttered in speech, his intuition was sharp and he could feel Guan Luoyang's fighting and murderous intentions, which were as fierce as wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and he had no intention of deliberately killing.

But such a person who doesn't deliberately kill can still perform such brutal skills.

The hunger in the heart of the executioner was even greater. He raised his left hand, drew an arc upward from his waist with his elbow, and opened his forearm in front of him, as if he was drawing an arc when blocking Guan Luoyang's grasp.

Full! Perfect!

It was obviously an unfinished arc, but it gave Guan Luoyang such obvious sensory stimulation.

This is definitely not a combat skill using a butcher knife, but a bare-handed fighting skill. It requires every joint of the body to put far more trust than the weapon to draw such an arc.

This technique not only blocks the life-threatening claw of Guan Luoyang, but also seems to have the effect of stimulating the executioner's own genetic vitality.

The wound on his right hand had not healed, but it had regained strength. A layer of foreboding white light filled his body. He held the knife in both hands and slashed out along the afterglow of the perfect arc.
To be continued...