The Strongest Mad Mercenary

Yao Zhenshan is full of confidence at this time. The Yamamoto team is really interesting. Ten masters have been sent. Now that the game has progressed, even one person who poses a threat to them has not appeared. Obviously, these ten people are ten guarantees. The champion must be his own!

And in the next game, the Toyo master Honda of the Hero Club returned to his head against the Yuanwei Gang seed player Wang Dazhuang.

Two people stood on the arena. Honda’s back was carrying a samurai long sword. His face was cold. His figure was nearly two heads shorter than Wang Dashuang. The latter had a dark face, a tall man, a tall horse, and long arms and legs. If you really competed Fist, perhaps Wang Dazhuang still has a certain advantage.

However, the use of cold weapons is not forbidden in this game. What the Orientals are best at is naturally the sword technique.

Wang Dazhuang, as his name suggests, looks black and strong. He is carrying a bright machete, and he is very powerful.

Su Rui is an expert, and you can tell at a glance that the true level of this Wang Dazhuang is not bad enough to rank in the top five of the Yuanwei Gang. The Qinglong Gang aside foreign aid, those local seed players are really not necessarily the same. This Wang Dazhuang opponent.

This shows how powerful the Yuanwei Gang living far in the north is.

"Orientians also dare to come to China to run wild? Today I want to let you know how great grandpa is!" Wang Dazhuang sneered, and waved the machete in his hand.

On the other side, Honda Guibu, who was short in stature, took a look at Wang Dazhuang, and said in a blunt Chinese language with disdain: "It's a mere appearance, sick man of East Asia!"

Wow!

The words of Honda's return immediately ignited the anger of the audience!

This is China’s home court. This Dongyang man dare to say so, is he looking for death?

Sick man of East Asia.

These four words that once severely harmed the Chinese nation in modern history were once again brought up by the dwarf Orientals, and they seemed so harsh!

"Little devil, dare to be here, can you say something about the sick man in East Asia?"

"Believe it or not, we collectively went up and killed you?"

"The hero would actually invite such a person to be a foreign aid, it's a **** bastard!"

The crowd at the scene was so enthusiastic that there was a tendency to rush to besiege Honda's return!

Because of his words, the on-the-spot internal fight among the Chinese gangs instantly turned into a unified external battlefield!

As for the members of the Heroes Club present, their faces could not help but become hot. Their own gang invited such foreign aid, and it really made them feel dull on their faces!

Chairman Yao Zhenshan was standing in the distance, his face was a little unsustainable, and he angrily cursed: "Damn Orientals, isn't it enough to let you win the championship low-key? Why do you want to openly provoke conflicts? This is China! What a **** bastard! If my good deeds are broken, I won't be able to forgive you!"

However, the Honda Guibu standing on the ring did not have any awareness of this. He carried a long knife and said mockingly: "You must want to kill me now, but you can't kill me."

"Game start!"

The referee couldn't stand it anymore. He gave an order and Wang Dazhuang shouted angrily: "Dog bastard, grandpa cut you to death today!"

After all, the machete in his hand slashed towards Honda's return!

Seeing Wang Dazhuang's offensive, the latter did not neglect, so he pulled out the scabbard!

This is the first time he has brightened his sword since this competition!

Wang Dazhuang is strong and strong, relying on his height, he will be slashed and slashed unreasonably!

Machete to long knife, sparks are flying!

Under such an attack, Honda kept retreating and could only raise a long knife to resist!

The more Wang Dazhuang chopped, the more vigorous he was, the frequency of his movements increased again and again!

"It is said that the ring does not kill people. Today, I must let you die here! Let you know that Chinese people are not easy to provoke!" Wang Dazhuang's figure has become a whirlwind, and everyone's ears are full of knives and knives!

In the distance, Wanyan Zhengyong had stood up and looked at the scene with warfare in his eyes.

He looked at the old man in the long shirt next to him, and said, "Old Tian, ​​if you pass the order, as long as you encounter these domineering Orientals in the ring, you must kill them if you can. The face of the Chinese people must not be lost."

Wanyan Zhengyong's words revealed a sense of fearlessness of life and death!

"Okay, I will do it now."

"Dad, do we want to retain our combat power, because there are more important things, our family's hundred-year plan..." Wan Yan Huazhong hesitated and said.

"I met them in the ring, even if we stay, but will these people let go of our people?" Wanyan Zhengyong sighed softly: "National enmity or family hatred, which is more important? There is no strong country. , How can there be a rich home!"

Without a strong country, how can there be a rich home!

This sentence fell in the ears of people around, and I couldn't help but feel deafening!

If Su Rui heard it, she would have taken a look at Wanyan Zhengyong!

He led the Yuanwei Gang to fight in the chaotic northern underground world for so many years, and lay a huge world. Although he is now planning to go south to conquer Ninghai, Wanyan Zhengyong still puts his own identity first! He is a Chinese, and Chinese descendants will never accept such insults from Orientals!

Before ten Orientals took turns to play, everyone was very cruel, although they didn't kill people directly, they interrupted all the hands and feet of people, just like the living dead! There is a deep racial contempt in it!

At this time, Lao Tian, ​​with white beard and hair, took a very extreme but very passionate way to convey Wanyan Zhengyong's order!

It seems that Lao Tian, ​​who is already quite young, is standing on a high platform. He has enough internal strength and shouted: "Yuanwei, help the disciples to follow orders!"

Hearing this sound, except for the banging sound of the collision of knives on the ring, the whole scene was instantly quiet, enough to see how terrifying the internal strength of this old Tian was.

"The original words of the helper, if you meet these oriental people in the ring, you must kill them if you try! The face of the Chinese people, don't lose!"

Lao Tian repeated Wan Yan Zhengyong's words again. After the whole scene was quiet for ten seconds, everyone finally roared!

"Huaxia's face, don't lose it!"

Everyone shouted, at this moment, there is no longer the estrangement between the gangs, no longer the hatred of each other, and some are just unanimous to the outside world!

Who said that Chinese people are a mess? Who said that Huaxia people can't twist into a rope at a critical moment?

If you win, let's go crazy, if you lose, we will carry it together! This is the home of Huaxia people, how can it tolerate the rampage of other people!

The previous behaviors of the Oriental people have already aroused anger, and most of them are just afraid of their skills, daring not to speak, and now once united, they are naturally fearless.

Amid the roar of the audience, Wan Yan Huazhong's body was shocked: "There is no strong country, how can there be a rich home! Dad, I understand!"

In Wan Yan Huazhong's eyes, his father was already at the extreme!

Wanyan Zhengyong looked straight on the ring with bright eyes.

Su Rui looked at the location of Wanyan Zhengyong, with deep and complicated eyes.

"Little Dongyang, die for grandpa!"

Wang Dazhuang was also eager to rush, and his whole body soared into the air. With a blast, the heavy machete in his hand even smashed the samurai long knife of Honda's return!

When the knife was cut, Wang Dazhuang's body turned violently, and a fierce rounding kick hit Honda's chest!

The latter stepped back several steps, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth!

"it is good!"

Seeing Wang Dazhuang finally let the Easterners suffer, the cheers on the scene broke through the sky!

Honda’s returnee seemed to have never expected that Wang Dazhuang would be so flexible that he could hurt himself. He wiped the corner of his mouth, and a grinning smile flashed across his eyes.

"Very well, you did very well." Honda returned with a cold smile, his figure suddenly accelerated, and with a wave of his long knife, he slashed towards Wang Dazhuang's neck!

The latter is in the mood, without thinking about it, he raises his sword to meet him!

It was Wang Dazhuang who was attacking before, and Honda was always defending. His offensive strength has not yet been shown!

But this time, Honda's attack speed was significantly faster!

The speed of swinging the sword is not comparable to that of Wang Dazhuang, one sword after another, countless cold lights blooming on the ring, it is dizzying!

Wang Dazhuang really felt that he was a little struggling. He really couldn't imagine that a person could practice the knife at this speed?

The hearts of everyone in the audience have been fiercely squeezed, and they have clearly seen that Wang Dazhuang is at a disadvantage!

Su Rui squinted her eyes, faintly feeling a hint of something bad. Once this Honda return is launched, it will be like a mad dog. It is a completely desperate posture. Although Wang Dazhuang is flexible, he is not enough to face this kind of attack!

In less than a minute, his hands holding the knife were completely numb! The tiger's mouth was shattered and blood ran!

However, the increase in speed also means the decrease in strength. Honda's return had three swords to break through Wang Dazhuang's attack, but it did not cause fatal damage. It just made three holes in the opponent's hard chest muscles!

"Die to grandpa!" Wang Dazhuang wiped his wounds, hehe sneered: "Today, grandpa fought his life and will kill you too!"

He couldn't be passively beaten all the time, and was about to raise his machete to counterattack. As a result, a cold light flashed and hit his forearm directly!

In front of the sharp blade, the strong muscles on the forearm were like paper, they were torn apart!

The blade slashed across the surface of the bone, making Wang Dazhuang roar in pain! The long knife couldn't be held anymore, and it fell to the ground with a bang!

Opponents have no weapons, making Honda's return to the army even more like a fish in the water, and the long sword draws a net of heaven and earth!

Almost within a few seconds, there were dozens of bone wounds on Wang Dazhuang's body, blood spurting out desperately, instantly turning him into a blood man!

These wounds are not enough to kill, but they are more painful than death!

The scene was quiet, no one said anything again, and the needles dropped in the huge stadium!

There was still a smile on Wang Dazhuang's face, and every time he took a step forward, a **** footprint was clearly printed on the ground! This scene is really shocking and terrifying!

"Orient, you are cruel! Even if Grandpa can't kill you today, he will drag you to death!"

Although Wang Dazhuang's footsteps were a bit staggering, he was a bit more proud of his body. With a roar, he rushed toward Honda's return!

If you lose the game, you can't lose the momentum!

"Don't be ashamed, die for me!"

Honda's short stature flew up instantly, kicking heavily on the countless wounds on Wang Dazhuang's chest!

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