In fact, the most elite troops of the Demon King's Army are either equipped with war horses or motorcycles.
However, Akainu obviously does not belong to the elite ranks, so he can only rely on his legs.
In the wasteland, gasoline, motorcycles, and war horses are all scarce resources.
This information quickly emerged in Zhao Cheng's mind when he had related thoughts.
Although the name of the Demon King's Army sounds like a miscellaneous army, in fact, it is indeed a miscellaneous army, but this does not mean that the rules of the Demon King's Army are not strict.
In an army assembled with violence, the gap between classes is extremely huge, and superiors can kill and kill at will among subordinates.
As for the Demon King's army's behavior, to sum it up at a high level, it can actually be summed up in one sentence: they do everything except good things.
Among them, the higher-ups are better off. They have little interest in directly bullying the weak. Instead, they are the soldiers at the bottom, the so-called thugs. Occasionally, they kill a few people and light a few fires to relax. This is commonplace.
Of course, the evil at the top is even greater, because it is they who established such rules and order.
Zhao Cheng was thinking about something, but he already had the idea of using all the Demon King's troops behind him to hone his martial arts.
With so many resources right in front of us, if we don’t use them, are we still human?!
As frugal as Zhao Cheng is, he cannot tolerate such waste.
Afterwards, while marching, Zhao Cheng gathered his thoughts and once again focused all his thoughts on boxing.
Theoretically speaking, Zhao Cheng can use all of Akainu's martial arts skills, and even the fighting instinct is a state that is the superposition of Akaigou's fighting instinct and Zhao Cheng's fighting instinct.
But Zhao Cheng is not Chigo after all, and the difference in fighting style will also bring about a difference in combat effectiveness.
What Zhao Cheng wants is to absorb the opponent's martial arts wisdom as much as possible in such a superposition state and make it a part of himself.
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Black Tiger Gate.
In the past peaceful era, such a sect's residence would not be too bad, but in the wasteland, even if there were one sect and two masters here, without bullying ordinary people, it would definitely be dilapidated. The only
The highlight is that the place is quite tidy.
Even large areas of land do not have much greenery, but are filled with edible food.
The crop yield in the wasteland is naturally extremely low. Logically speaking, such a material foundation should not be able to produce many martial arts masters.
With the consumption of a martial arts master, just eating is a big problem.
However, according to Zhao Cheng's experience, although warriors in this world do have larger appetites, they are not much larger than ordinary people. Even the top warriors even eat less than ordinary people.
It is said that this is the effect of the spermatophores. The more active the spermatophores are, the more energy they can silently absorb from the heaven and earth to supply life activities.
Zhao Cheng walked in the Black Tiger Gate with his hands behind his back, followed by a group of Demon King troops. In addition, there were also a group of senior officials from Qinghuangji.
These people were originally plotting to besiege Akainu, but in fact, many of these people had already betrayed and surrendered to the enemy.
Even if Akainu doesn't have an intelligence system, he still can't stop someone from frequently passing on information for the sake of meritorious service.
Of course, there are naturally smart people in the Demon King's army. Someone had told Akainu before that these people might be trying to attract attention and cover the escape of some people.
However, Chigou didn't care about the life or death of some ants at all, as long as these martial arts masters didn't run away. In his opinion, it was a good thing for these people to get together.
At the same time, Li Jie's guess was not wrong. The Demon King's army came here to plunder slaves this time. Not to mention ordinary people, even martial arts masters would be demoted to slaves.
There was no way to survive from the beginning.
Because the leader of the Demon King's army, the King of Fists, the Demon King of Fists, can't wait to see the Demon King's Tower stand.
After these martial artists were captured, they had to work hard while they were still alive. When the tower was built, they had to use their blood as a blood sacrifice.
In this way, the majesty of the Demon Boxing King is demonstrated!
The wasteland is such a twisted and crazy era. The crazier the person, the easier it is to master power.
Soon, Zhao Cheng came to a relatively vast space. In the wasteland, cameras were a rare thing. Therefore, there were no photos of Master Black Tiger in the Black Tiger Gate, but there was a portrait of Master Black Tiger.
At this moment, the portrait is hanging on the wall.
It was an ink painting, with not many lines, but a few strokes, but it outlined a seemingly short, yet towering figure.
The upright ridges and beams are as majestic as mountains, and seem to be able to hold up a sky.
"All kinds of things!"
Zhao Cheng looked at the portrait hanging high up, but he thought of Master Black Tiger that he pieced together from his impression.
Master Black Tiger is not good-looking, with a short stature and a somewhat ugly face, but his energy and energy are incomparable to ordinary people. No matter how beautiful and hollow the skin is, it is probably not worth a finger of Master Black Tiger.
At the same time, it is obvious that a portrait cannot depict everything about a person. Even if the portrait is like this, Master Black Tiger would have been even more stunning when he was alive.
If he hadn't contracted radiation sickness, it's hard to imagine what kind of realm his boxing skills would have reached in the end.
Zhao Cheng watched the words quietly, still feeling a little regretful that he could not see Master Black Tiger in person.
But behind him, the group of people gathered in Qinghuang were panicking, not knowing what Zhao Cheng wanted to do.
If Zhao Cheng came up and started fighting with them, they wouldn't think twice about it.
But as soon as the other party came up, just when they were about to take action, they suddenly said something. They had heard the name of Master Black Tiger for a long time and wanted to pay their respects, which they couldn't understand.
However, this is a good thing for them. The opponent's large forces are here now, and the longer the delay, the greater the chance that their disciples will escape.
Finally, Zhao Cheng felt that he was almost done with it, so he turned around and walked outside. He didn't stop suddenly until he got out of the Black Tiger Gate and reached an open area, and said to everyone in Qinghuangji: "You guys
Come together, defeat me, and you can live."
"Otherwise, die!"
Immediately, some people knelt down and said, "Sir, I am one of our own!"
At the same time, someone under Zhao Cheng also came over to prove this matter to Zhao Cheng.
However, when Zhao Cheng heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Am I the leader, or are you the leader?!"
The man immediately turned pale with fright, fell to his knees, and did not dare to speak any more.
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