The president extended his thumb to the rider and then pointed to the ground.
Snap!
The nail cap of my thumb exploded.
At that moment, the distance between Xu Cheng and the warrior standing on the roof of their respective cars shrank slightly.
That "tiny thread" creates an overlap in the effective killing ranges of the two!
Ever since, they clenched their right fists at the same time.
His feet stood on the roofs of the sports car and the jeep, as if they were fixed by steel nails, motionless.
Power starts from the feet.
Click!
The two of them stepped on the iron sheet of the roof of the car and made a small hole at the same time.
"Power" began to gather from the soles of the two people's feet, passing through the calves, thighs, hips, waist, chest, shoulders, upper arms, forearms, and wrists.
Finally, it flowed onto the fists of the two men.
Almost at the same time, the two of them waved their right fists.
Like a cannonball leaving the chamber.
Break the sky!
call--
The sound of two fists slashing through the air was clearly audible.
At this moment, the driver driving the jeep hit the rear of the president's sports car.
The distance between Xu Cheng and the warriors also became the closest.
Two fists collide.
boom!
——The sound was no longer the collision of bones and flesh, it was simply the head-on collision of the hammers on two stone crushing machines!
Fist and fist were facing each other.
The moment the opponent's power was transmitted to his side, both the warrior and Xu Cheng realized one thing at the same time:
The opponent's playing style seems to be exactly the same as mine!
In this case, presumably the two people's next plans should be similar.
as expected--
After the two right fists collided, each other's strength was offset by each other, but neither of them chose to pull back and punch, but continued to inject power into the right fist.
The peaks of the right fist are close together.
In the second round of confrontation, there was no opportunity to pull back and forth to accumulate power, but came directly from zero distance!
The two forces, using the two right fists as carriers, collided again!
Silent, breathless.
But if a car is placed between the right fists of two people, it may be crushed in the next second.
"call……"
Xu Cheng exhaled a breath of hot breath.
"ha……"
The warrior grinned, and the breath of original energy flowed out from between his teeth.
Their movements remained almost unchanged, but the force they exerted on their right fists gradually increased.
Regarding this point, the two people in the cab know best.
The driver felt a clear resistance and was forced to step on the accelerator while trying his best to pay attention to the movement on the roof.
He must ensure that the jeep is not pushed backward by the resistance, otherwise it will fall into the rules of the red mist and die on the spot with blood spurting out.
In contrast, the president is also trying his best to apply the brakes.
An obvious thrust acts on the sports car, forcing the sports car to accelerate without stepping on the accelerator.
But the president’s driving skills are no match for the driver’s.
So she changed the probability and increased the probability of her stable speed to 100%.
Two lines of nosebleeds flowed out from the president's nose, and turned into several small red flowers due to the red mist.
The president said nothing.
The driver couldn't help it.
He yelled at the warrior on the roof of the car: "Don't fight like this, we will all die!"
No matter how strong a person is, they cannot violate the rules of strange creatures. This is what is so scary about strange creatures.
Riders follow warriors to live a better life, not to seek death!
The warrior didn't care at all.
He continued to apply force to his right fist, as if it was not on the line.
Xu Cheng was very concerned.
He noticed that the sports car under his feet was slightly unstable, which meant that the president's little girl's driving condition was not very good at the moment.
Xu Cheng grinned.
He chose to suddenly feel the force.
If the other party were an ordinary person and suddenly lost their focus, they would at least stagger.
But warriors don’t.
Still maintaining the right fist fighting posture, not moving an inch.
Absolute master!
The warrior noticed Xu Cheng's actions and knew why the other party did what he did.
He let out a sigh of relief, his expression extremely disappointed.
"Why do you need to take care of her?"
Hearing this, Xu Cheng thought for a moment and replied:
"Maybe he's older?"
Elderly people always like to take care of young people.
But the real age of the warrior is much older than Xu Cheng.
He only thought Xu Cheng's words were a joke.
"Today, the leaders of these extraordinary forces have sacrificed a lot for one so-called 'faith' after another, but they have never treated people as human beings."
"President of the Star Chamber of Commerce."
"Whether it's her or her mother, I understand them all."
"You help her - for her, it is just a choice with a high probability."
"You will also be forced to tie your hands and feet."
"The result is that you will be beaten to death by me."
The warrior slowly narrated.
He clenched his fists again and pressed his body down slightly.
The warm-up exercise is not over yet.
Xu Cheng twisted his wrist and responded with a smile: "This has nothing to do with restraining one's hands and feet."
The warrior is puzzled.
Xu Cheng answered: "You have to win something good."
This is the so-called combat aesthetics!
Hearing this, the warrior grinned.
He once met people like Xu Cheng, who often had almost arrogant self-confidence in themselves!
Warriors like this kind of person very much.
Because defeating them often means that a warrior has entered the next higher stage.
"You want to win and look better?"
"OK."
The warrior lightly stamped his feet, with his toes directly above the rider.
"The strange carrier of the red mist is hidden in the steering wheel."
"If you want to win a good look, I'll help you kill him, and then we'll have an equal fight on the ground."
In an instant, the riders in the car broke out in cold sweat.
He knew very well that warriors were not the kind of people who would joke around.
He does what he says.
If Xu Cheng nodded, the next second the warrior's hand would penetrate the car roof, crush the strange carrier in the steering wheel, and then cut his own neck!
No, no, no, no, absolutely not!
The riders' prayers seemed to be effective.
Xu Cheng shook his head.
"No need."
"good."
The warrior shrugged and didn't care about Xu Cheng's choice.
He just wants to be the strongest among the extraordinary ones, and this of course includes Xu Cheng.
The two clenched their right fists at the same time.
The left hand is raised as a palm and slowly stretched forward.
The backs of the palms meet together.
The moment their skins touched each other.
"call!"
At the same time, he exhaled a breath and then swung his right fist towards the opponent.
boom!
The fists collided together again.
But this time, both of them chose different tactics.
The punch landed, and the left fist was immediately clenched.
Pull your right hand back and punch out with your left fist.
Collide.
boom!
Left fist against left fist, right fist against right fist.
Fists like raindrops flashed in the air and hit each other.
Fist peaks collide with fist peaks.
The figures of the two men did not move at all.
Of course.
No matter who it is, taking even half a step back will violate the rules within the red mist.
The warrior is at the rear and will slow down most intuitively;
Xu Cheng is in the front, and retreating means relative acceleration, and he will fall into the quagmire of infinite deceleration in the next second;
Therefore, neither of them could take a step back.
Going back means losing!
This is a fight where even the concept of "retreating" is completely prohibited - the ultimate fight!
