Mystery Makes Me Strong

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After an exciting speech, the atmosphere was thoroughly heated, which is very much in the tradition of McCann and Westerners.

Originally, many aliens who came just to watch the fun, reported socializing and hugging their legs, became serious at this time.

How can a bait become real? That is to make it real in itself.

When Wen Rensheng saw this, he already knew the potential slayer, so he could no longer think that this conference was a trap.

Because what it wants to achieve is much higher than that.

The current situation of McCann is no better than the situation of a certain tossing spirit in the previous life, or even worse. After all, the latter could retreat to various overseas places to survive at that time. Now the McCanns have no way to retreat and retreat to the moon. There may be a way out, but it can only survive.

The big cat looked around, and soon its eyes fell on a person whose emotions were equally exciting, and could even be said to be the most passionate.

It was a Caucasian man, young, pale, with good features, a little handsome, but his eyes were dull. He was about twenty-five years old. He should have been unemployed for a long time at home, and he was probably well educated.

As for how the last one came out? It can only be said that this is a kind of intuition, mixed with the smell of the other party's body, the excited cry, the flushed face, the excited expression...

There is no absolute logic, but Wen Rensheng can see it.

As experienced people, most of them can still distinguish a former college student from a homeless person and a complete illiterate. The former can always see some unwillingness and regret in the eyes of the former, while the latter is very plain.

Because the former has many opportunities to choose success, but they have not grasped them, and the latter rarely have such opportunities.

Soon the speaker and the host left the stage, and then two xenomorphs from the combat department came on stage. They were all xenogeneic experts, one **** man and one white fat man, and they just joined together.

"Hey man, you're dead, you're dead! You're never going to be my match, but I've decided to let you live because of your Lordship's speech, because you're alive to be my partner. " Fatty Bai sneered excitedly, and a bunch of the most common trash talk in competitive sports burst out.

The **** stomped his feet and said, "You are dead, I will let you be my second child forever!"

Then the two got into a fight.

Punching and kicking on the high platform was very intense.

However, there is obviously a mysterious ritual to control damage on the stage, and there are not too many sound and light effects, but everyone can still tell from the close-to-sonic fist and phantom-like body movement that this is definitely not an ordinary boxing match. .

When those boxing champions come here, they will only become a piece of wood, or a piece of wood that is rotten enough to be vulnerable.

No wonder the boxing championship is no longer sought after by the rich, and there is an underground xeno-fighting match in McCann, which is their favorite.

And some people are born with a love of fighting, even when they become Xenomorphs.

At this point, many gentlemen in Dongzhou are far inferior. Many people don't like to be sweaty and have no manners in competition activities, and they are more in love with mysterious and high-level research careers.

McCann has the largest number of big fat people in the world and one of the largest sports and competitive markets in the world.

They have everything.

"Good fight!" Someone applauded.

"Hit hard, I'm optimistic about you!"

"Boom!"

The fight between the two quickly became intensified, but in Wen Rensheng's eyes, it was the same thing, the speed was too slow, the force was too light, and only the skills were considered perfect.

After all, the so-called fighting skills are so many things. The structure of the human body is placed there. It is enough to practice the skills to a certain extent. There is no invincible boxing and swordsmanship. It is hoped that if you learn a mysterious boxing, you will be invincible. That is A layman's idea.

Experts understand that strength, speed, reflexes, explosiveness... these basic physical talents determine your upper limit.

And if Wen Rensheng himself let the big cat come to power, these indicators will be passively increased, not counting other factors, they will naturally be more than ten times that of the two of them, no matter what skills they have, it is useless, just like children For adults in general.

There has never been such a thing as "forty taels and a thousand jins". Wen Rensheng was able to achieve this because he had a strength of 100,000 jins, so he could only consume forty taels when hitting someone. You only have the strength of four taels, and if you want to move a thousand pounds, there is only one place where you can achieve it, lip service.

At this time, the two finally decided the winner.

Big Black slapped Fatty Bai in the abdomen with his last punch, knocking the opponent to the ground, and then continued to attack, covering his face with a bunch of punches.

"Stop, I'm already down, why are you still fighting? You don't talk about martial arts!" Fatty Bai immediately begged for mercy.

"Your Excellency the nun just said that if you want to fight to the end, you haven't lost your fighting power yet, so of course I will continue to fight." The **** man said blankly.

Everyone in the audience laughed.

At this time, the referee came in and stopped him.

"Okay, Mr. Solens, please stop, you have won the victory, the poor man in front of you is not a hateful monster, but our comrade-in-arms, our brother." The referee said.

The **** man touched his head and reached out to Fatty White.

Fatty Bai also smiled, and then stretched out his hand.

When the two hands were meeting, Fatty Bai suddenly had a hard look in his eyes, his outstretched hand turned into a fist, and he punched hard, hitting the big unsuspecting black man on the chin.

"Bang!" It was the fatal blow.

The **** man was directly beaten and flew out, lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"what are you doing?"

"You vile bastard!"

Under the table, there was a sudden uproar.

On the other hand, Wen Rensheng raised the corners of his mouth: "It really is you."

When the scene just broke out, the white man the big cat was staring at was crowding excitedly under the stage. His alien species was activated at that moment, and a blood-red mist that was difficult for others to observe filled the high platform.

That Fatty White must have the intention of sneak attack, and using verbal deception is also in line with their habit, but under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the other party to go back on the sneak attack under such circumstances.

Because he is not a fool after all, the purpose of his coming here is to seek asylum, and the behavior just now will only make him cut himself off from the entire crowd of aliens.

Nobody wants to hang out with someone so stupid and betrayal.

The big cat didn't do anything, but informed Milia who was watching from behind the stage.

What followed was lackluster, the owner of the Seed of Slaughter was quickly caught, and what he did just now ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ was also broadcast back on the scene, and finally became the object of everyone's anger.

The most angry person is precisely the white fat man who made the sneak attack.

"It turned out to be you, it was you who made me lose my reputation! You devil, you changed my sanity, you must be purified!" Fatty Bai's voice was the loudest.

"Impossible, how could you find me?" The pale man was still in disbelief when he was caught.

"As long as you do something, it will leave traces." Professor Miley shook his head.

At this time, he really understood the power of the big cat, leaving them at a loss. The mouse, who had no way to do it for a month, was exposed in broad daylight like this.

Look at that guy who can't argue, like a kid caught cheating by a teacher, so overwhelmed.

Who would have thought that he was the culprit behind a series of serial murderers?

Who can put the target on him?

The other party should have just activated the alien species, and he has not even received any series of training, and it is obvious that the long-term disorderly and closed life has lowered his IQ and made him not understand the truth of low-key development. The thirst for strength made him eagerly embark on a seemingly simple path.

Without the guidance of the big cat, the other party might really become stronger quickly and become a character of Baal, the **** of slaughter.

But all is over, and he will be beaten back to his original form - a tramp who can only eat relief and bask in the glory of the past.

"Villain, you devil's patron!"

"Burn him!"

"Rip out his alien species with the cruelest means! Don't give him any anesthesia!"

After listening to the nun's introduction and seeing the experience before and after, everyone's rage reached its peak.