2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun looked at the young man standing across from him with his hands down and bent over, his eyes very aggressive. The inexplicable feeling of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger, but he couldn't remember who this gladiator named "Wolf Dog" was. .

"I'm going to...take off your arm." The man grinned, revealing his pale teeth.

Looking at the other party's beast-like expression, Yan Muyun finally remembered something.

"It turned out to be you that night." He murmured softly, then turned his head and looked somewhere in the crowd with slightly narrowed eyes.

Su Tianyu, who was wearing a royal blue suit and gauze on his neck, was shaking his red wine glass and looking here with a smile on his face.

First you plotted evil against Dr. Li, and then you tried to kill her... You really deserve to die, you guy.

However, the moment Yan Muyun looked away, a gust of cold wind suddenly rushed in front of him. The young man opposite him ran on all fours like a wild dog, and he rushed over at an unexpectedly fast speed.

A silver-white barrier appeared out of thin air. Not only did he not dodge it, he even hit it hard with his shoulders hunched over.

"boom!"

Broken ice cubes flew everywhere.

The moment the wolf dog hit the barrier, a thick layer of ice wrapped its shoulders, like a warrior wearing heavy armor.

The force of this blow was extremely terrifying, and I am afraid that even the fat and strong Rhino King would have to take several steps back. However, the avenger wearing a blood-red lion mask just stood there quietly, without even the hem of his clothes floating up.

The wolfdog rolled over in the air and landed smoothly, his dark yellow eyes even more wild: "Fight me..., don't hide."

"Where did I hide? Aren't I right here?" Yan Muyun spread his hands with a slight smile in his voice.

"Gululu..." The wolf dog let out a rough growl from its throat, with a cold light flashing in its eyes. It leaned down and looked like it was preparing for another head-on collision.

Almost everyone in the audience had the same thought: This guy seems a little unsmart.

After the previous eight battles, the concept that the Avengers' barrier was indestructible and could never be broken has been deeply implanted in the minds of everyone present. I don't know if this guy is really stupid or stubborn, but he still chooses to fight head-on.

Sure enough, the wolfdog arched his back, white mist appeared around his body, his fingers clasped tightly on the ground, his legs slightly bent, then he suddenly exerted force, and once again rushed forward like a desperate man.

Seeing the cold figure about to collide with the silver barrier, many viewers had already imagined what he would look like when he was ejected.

However, to everyone's surprise, the barrier disappeared.

But it doesn't seem to have been smashed, it looks more like it was actively lifted by its user.

Sure enough, the Avenger took a step back, and then his right leg bounced up like thunder, and his knee hit the chin of the oncoming figure like a cannonball.

"Woo..."

The wolfdog let out a short muffled sound, raised its entire upper body, bent its body backwards like a crescent moon, and flew up.

"Boom."

His body hit the glass cover and then hit the ground like a rag sack.

Just as the audience was about to cheer for this sharp and beautiful strike, the figure on the ground staggered up and even stood up straight quickly.

If he can still maintain consciousness after being beaten like this, is he still a human being?

This question arises in almost everyone's mind.

The avenger wearing a blood-red lion mask stood silently, as if he was not surprised at all.

Soon some sharp-eyed spectators discovered that there were several pieces of broken ice around his feet, and his right leg seemed to be shaking slightly.

"Tsk, this guy is really difficult to deal with..."

Under the mask, Yan Muyun's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Just when he saw the opportunity to strike out, the wolfdog's chin and even chest were suddenly covered with a thick layer of ice, which offset a large part of the impact.

Of course, even if this is the case, ordinary people will faint if they receive such a blow.

It can only be said that the Wilderness series of potions are well-deserved, and the genetic warriors they create are really as strong as beasts.

Before he could think about it, the figure on the opposite side rushed over again.

Yan Muyun took a deep breath, and instead of using silver to defend, he assumed an offensive stance.

My current state is not suitable for a protracted battle. I must deal with the opponent as soon as possible to maintain my strength.

Amid the cheers and whistles of the surrounding spectators, the two figures collided.

The fists are like a sudden rain hitting a banana, and the legs are like a swimming dragon wrapped around a black dragon.

In just ten seconds, the two sides had exchanged offense and defense several times.

Every punch and claw of the wolf dog is filled with cold air, and every collision can leave a layer of frost on the surface of the opponent's body. Gradually, Yan Muyun felt that his body was getting heavier and his movements were getting slower.

It is true that he has golden eyes that represent the authority of the gods, but in the end he is an ordinary person who has received almost no fighting training.

The reason why the previous games were able to deal with opponents neatly and neatly was because those gladiators were already accustomed to using supernatural powers to win, and were not much better than ordinary people in terms of fighting.

Melee combat with beastly genetic warriors who are proficient in fighting is a completely different concept.

Yan Muyun basically relied on his super reflexes and fighting instincts to survive for so long.

"Go to hell." The wolf dog's right hand was raised diagonally from bottom to top like a claw, and its sharp nails seemed to be about to disembowel the opponent in the next second.

Yan Muyun put his palms together and cut downwards like a knife, hitting the opponent's forearm. The difference in strength between the two was not big, and they were in a stalemate for a while.

"wrong."

Yan Muyun's pupils behind the mask suddenly shrank. Nothing unusual happened in his field of vision, but his cerebral cortex sent out extremely clear danger signals.

There is definitely something on the lower right side of my body.

Almost at the same time, several timid women in the audience screamed.

From the perspective of others, it was clear that while the wolf dog was waving with his right hand, a sharp transparent ice spike appeared on the originally empty floor without any warning. As he waved his hand, it moved extremely fast. Extend upward.

Although Avenger Ge blocked the opponent's hand, he didn't seem to notice the fatal sneak attack hidden in the dark like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole.

Seeing that the sharp ice edge was about to pierce his lower abdomen, everyone seemed to have seen the scene of bright red blood splattering on the arena.

"Puff."

The imagined scene of blood splattering did not appear. A palm-sized silver hexagon appeared on the Avenger's flank, blocking the upward piercing ice edge with incomparable precision.

The cracked ice cubes fell to the ground with a snapping sound.

The wolfdog seemed to be very confident in his attack, and the proud smile on his face had not fully unfolded until now.

"You are laughing at your horse."

Yan Muyun grabbed his wrist with his backhand, held the opponent's armpit with his left hand, twisted sideways, and shook it with all his strength.

The wolfdog's body drew a perfect arc in mid-air, and fell heavily to the floor with his back down.