Cyber Daming

"Gong Qinghong, you want to change the family. Everyone has their own ambitions. I don't blame you."

Cao Cang's eyes glanced past the burly Wei Meng, as if he didn't care about the grinning 'Jiu Wan' in his eyes, nor did he care whether he fell into the trap.

His eyes were fixed on the smiling Gong Qinghong, and he raised his hand to point to the terrifying head on the ground, "But Yaoji and Ertiao didn't block your way, why did you attack them?"

“Those who achieve great things don’t stick to trivial matters.”

The smile on Gong Qinghong's face faded and he said in a calm tone: "Do you still need me to teach you this simple truth?"

"Simple? You people in the vertical and horizontal sequence are still as thick-skinned as ever."

Cao Cang smiled coldly and then looked at Wei Meng, "You dare to accept this kind of person?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Wei Meng's extremely rough face was full of disdain.

"The way of this world is that the strong are respected, only the skills are inferior to others, the weak and the strong eat the strong. Where can there be so many fucking deep feelings and righteousness, and no debt to each other?"

The strong man sneered, "That bitch, General Yao, is as narrow-minded as the tip of a needle. It will be a matter of time before her subordinates want to change their family."

"Small-minded? It just so happens that I'm not big-minded either."

Cao Cang pursed his lips into a straight line and raised his right hand to shoulder height.

The exposed palm was not covered with any bionic flesh and blood. The long and slender mechanical fingers flowing with cold light gradually opened, and the mechanism in the palm slid open, spitting out an iron rod as long as an arm.

"Originally I didn't like to talk so much nonsense, but in the past I got into action too many times when we disagreed, and I killed many innocent people. So I want to suppress the murderous intention, Jiangxinyuan, Fuyima .”

As he spoke, the iron rod rapidly transformed and expanded in Cao Cang's hands. Amidst a burst of clanging sound, it expanded into a six-foot long iron rod.

The long stick pointed forward, aiming at Wei Meng, who was full of terrifying aura.

"But if I don't kill you today, I'm afraid I'll be even more unhappy."

"As expected, it is the out-of-print seventh-grade weapon heart 'Heart Ape'."

Wei Meng's tiger eyes suddenly widened, with unabashed greed flowing in them.

He turned his wrist lightly, and the extremely vicious mace seemed as light as nothing in his hand.

In the howling wind, there is a cold light!

"Cao Cang, you have such a good thing in your belly, but you haven't been promoted to Soldier Seven until now. What a waste! Since you can't afford it, don't waste it. I'll help you choose another master today!"

"So you want my mechanical heart?"

Cao Cang's face was calm, but a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, "Then what nonsense are you talking about?"

Wei Meng laughed evilly, his figure suddenly rose up, and he ran away dragging his stick.

His body, which was as big as a giant bear, seemed to be extremely heavy. Every step he took made a deep pit in the soft ground filled with fallen leaves. But this did not affect his speed at all, and he was already in front of Cao Cang in the blink of an eye.

The head of the club full of nail teeth smashed down, with the power like a mountain collapsing, splitting the air, and exploding thunder on the ground!

"Weak, too weak."

Cao Cang, who was standing under the mace, slowly shook his head. He actually just held the stick in one hand and pointed it slightly upward.

clang!

A loud roar erupted from the collision of the sticks.

Zhao Qingxia, who was leaning under the tree, felt as if his eardrums were being torn, and there were bursts of severe pain.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although they were both Xuba, the two soldiers in front of him were obviously much stronger than him in close combat.

But when he faced an ordinary little character, he could only rely on the Mo family to protect his master.

Could it be that the mimetic martial arts that he devoted himself to studying was really a dead end?

While Zhao Qingxia was in a trance, the sticks in the stalemate were already different.

It turned out that the even more ferocious mace was swung away with one blow!

However, Wei Meng seemed to have expected this result. He let out a low roar, moved his left foot back to one side, and using his right foot that was still on the spot as a support, he twisted his shape along with the thrown mace. With a carbine movement, he nailed the weapon to Cao Cang's front door.

The strong wind blew against Cao Cang's face, but it didn't make any waves on Cao Cang's face.

Facing Wei Meng, who had the same 'card' in the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club, he still had no intention of holding the stick in both hands. He calmly stepped in front of the horizontal stick and easily blocked the incoming mace.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The sound of mechanical deformation suddenly sounded from the top of the mace, and a dark, cold hollow the size of a fist appeared in front of Cao Cang.

The next second, the fire suddenly appeared!

boom!

Orange-red flames engulfed Cao Cang's figure, and the surging heat wave formed a fan-shaped jet surface with a diameter of one foot behind him.

Wei Meng, who succeeded in one blow, did not stop attacking, but kept firing at the figure looming in the flames.

boom! boom! boom!

Thick orange-yellow bullet casings were thrown out from the end of the mace, and fell to the ground wrapped in white smoke.

The mace in his hand is not only a terrifying melee weapon, but also a powerful hand-held cannon!

The fire was dazzling and roaring, the smoke covered the scent of grass, and the flame waves drove away the night wind.

Until all the ammunition loaded in the stick was poured out, Wei Meng's face still did not show a trace of relaxation, but became inexplicably solemn.

Because he could see clearly that the figure wrapped in the firelight still did not fall.

"has a problem."

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Wei Meng suddenly jumped back.

At this moment, the rising flames suddenly broke through, and a figure as agile as an ape crashed out of it. With a stick in both hands, it fell from the sky, just hitting the place where Wei Meng had just landed!

boom!

The grass and soil surged, and a terrifying deep pit appeared on the ground.

Before Wei Meng, who had escaped the disaster, had time to calm down the lingering fear in his heart, the long iron stick was swept in front of him again. The sparks on the stick illuminated his livid face flickeringly.

Wei Meng gritted his teeth and raised his sword with both hands, barely able to block Cao Cang's sweeping blow, and then retreated.

Unfortunately, before the soles of his feet even left the ground, he was pushed back to the ground by a huge force.

Cao Cang, who was really angry, set off a wave of stick-like shadows that kept slapping towards Wei Meng.

For those who follow the military path, the level of strength is never determined by the size of the body, but by the mechanical heart in the chest.

Cao Cang's height barely reached Wei Meng's shoulders, but his strength completely overwhelmed his opponent.

Buzz.

The buzzing sound in Wei Meng's chest was high, and the mechanical heart was running at extremely high power, but the power pumped out still couldn't stop the iron rod in front of him from approaching inch by inch.

Click!

The mace broke at the sound, and the long iron stick hit Wei Meng's shoulder with its remaining force, sending him flying directly and breaking a large tree as thick as an adult's waist.

Cao Cang moved his shoulders slightly, shaking off the broken clothes and skin on his body, revealing a charred and erect body.

call!

After the iron rod fell to the ground, he turned his head to look at Gong Qinghong, who was standing aside with his hands tied, and said in an indifferent tone, "It seems that in today's scene, I, the protagonist, won?"