From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 142 Victory is mine...

Author: Nai He Nai He Tian

Chapter 142 Victory is mine

"Monster style Kuroki Genzai?"

"I thought he wouldn't be on the road in public!"

"Unexpectedly, he actually participated in the Death Race!"

Seeing the passerby's face reflected on the big screen, Yulei Rei, who was lying in Rino's arms, instantly stopped and straightened his upper body.

Rino asked softly: "Is he strong?"

"Very strong, he should be on the same level as Leng Kong and Ganjie!"

Yu Lei Ling nodded.

Although he has never been exposed to it, he knows how powerful Kuroki is because the previous generation of Yu Lei Zero, his father, died in the hands of Kuroki.

"I see."

Li Na nodded: "No wonder everyone deliberately avoided him when we drew lots to compete against each other."

"Haha. I didn't expect him to come too."

On the other side, Mie Tang's Yagana was extremely excited when he saw Kuroki appearing.

Based on the intelligence from the escort team, he knew that this old man was the most powerful person of the previous generation.

He who wishes to be invincible in boxing can finally have a good fight, haha

on the field,

Seeing that his opponent was a passer-by, the manager also laughed, "Haha. Uncle, I guess you are unlucky to meet me in the first match."

"Remember, don't blame me if you lose. After all, no matter you win or lose, you have to accept the result of the game."

Liren believed that he could easily defeat the opponent with his own razor, so he spoke a bit arrogantly.

"Why!"

Looking at the arrogant and stupid Riren, Kuroki sighed helplessly.

He, a max-level boss, came down the mountain to find an opponent, not to play house?

Why is the opponent just a little kid who can't see the difference between us and the enemy?

At the very least, you need to have some cold air to warm yourself up against an opponent of Ghana's level, right?

Whoosh!

Hearing Kuroki sigh, Riren suddenly took a step forward and slashed his right hand downwards. Three knife marks were made on Kuroki's skirt in an instant.

"Hey, old man, you don't have time to sigh now, do you?"

"Don't forget, your opponent is me, the cutter and the manager!"

"Stop pretending to be calm, be afraid!"

"Ha ha."

After showing your strength, Liren puts his hands on his hips and his expression should not be too arrogant.

"Young man, you are arrogant, stupid, and weak. You have all three shortcomings."

Kuroki sighed.

"Clam?"

"Be careful, I'll cut you into pieces!"

The manager squeezed it hard with his fingers and said harsh words.

Sheath Xiang: "Okay! Superman VS Magic Gun, let's see which side will win?"

"preparation."

The referee raised his arms high,

"Um?"

Riren crouched slightly in an attacking posture, but when he saw Kuroki he remained motionless, not even raising his hands, and his eyes instantly became cross-eyed.

"Start the fight!"

The referee's arm dropped,

The announcement started, but Kuroki didn't even bother to put on a posture and still stood motionless.

"Hey?"

"How dare you underestimate my management?"

Riren roared and attacked quickly, but...

But as soon as he got close to Kuromu, he felt the world spin for a while, and then he squatted down and put his back in front of Kuromu's feet.

"asshole!"

Completely unaware of the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves, Rihito only felt that he was being teased. He instantly became furious, cursed, stood up, twisted his waist, and punched Kuroki in the face with his fist.

Whoosh!

Facing his attack, Kuroki just raised his foot and swiped lightly, and Riren threw another mouthful of mud.

"The gap is too big!"

Leng Kong shook his head in the audience. Uncle Kuroki's martial arts realm has reached the state of returning to his original nature. In front of him, Li Ren's skills are almost like a child's juggling.

"whee."

Zhu Mei, who was scratched in the cold and empty arms, missed the voice: "This picture is so familiar!"

"familiar?"

"Well, when you fought with Uncle Kuroki, don't you just like him?"

"Is there?"

"How can I be so weak at the time?"

Cold -empty faces have become a ball, and they do not admit it at all.

I was more stronger than this yellow hair, okay?

On the field,

"It hurts, abominable!"

The man who was fell again and again couldn't get angry.

"Come and defeat, little ghost, I have defeated you twice."

Black wood tone is bland, not even the posture has changed.

"Don't underestimate me, old man!"

The reason was that the person got up and waved his claws, and the right hand of Heiwi gave it gently, and his arm stalk was on the elbow joint of the person. While blocking his attack, his hand -held palm stopped in front of the person's nose.

"Third!"

At the same time as the sound exit, the right hand stopped in front of the person's face slightly stretched out his neck and pressed down.

"Fourth!"

The flat and extreme tone seemed to drink water to eat.

"asshole!"

"Every time I stop at the last moment, what does it mean?"

I climbed the strongest rational person in my heart, and saw that Kuroki kept her hands on the ring, and it burst.

"I don't punch the black wood to the weak, surrender, little ghost!"

Facing the questioning of the people, black wood's eyelids have not been lifted, "the gap between recognition of power is not shame."

"I look down on me less!"

The rational man roared forward,

Alas!

However, it was suddenly up to the middle face by the black wood, and the nosebleeds were flowing.

"look down?"

"It's just the corresponding evaluation."

If the black wood supplement makes the reason, the person wants to think more and more,

Since the start of the desperate competition, he was first defeated by Wang Ma, and was beaten by Wu Leihuan in the toilet. He was fainted by a cold air. He just met this weird old man.

How much is his luck?

Only the first time was beaten by 4 people.

"Oh.!"

In the anger, the body was planted backwards and stretched out his left hand to grab the black wooden placket, and scanned his right hand.

呲.

The razor's front shave four shallow blood stains on the chest of black wood.

"Do you think I will be fell down by you?"

"Haha. Now I have seen your movements."

One blow is a fierce man who floats again.

"Little ghost, I seem to be going to evaluate you again?"

Black wood swept across the blood stains on the chest, and his eyes had a trace of fluctuations.

Of course, fluctuations are not because of the strength of the person, but his talent and potential.

"Leng Jun, what is Uncle Kuroki doing?"

"I don't seem to be serious?"

Zhu Mei rubbed her eyes, and the battle was too harmonious. She was too warm in the cold empty arms, and she fell asleep.

"Are you training your disciples?"

Shaking his head coldly, watching a master of Kuroki pointers the apprentice's battle, and knew that the uncle had moved his mind.

"Re -evaluation?"

"Oh! It's late."

The man was used to draw a few times with his fingertips with his fingertips.

"Haha. Cut!"

"The attack has worked, no matter how strong this uncle is, I can't match my ten -finger razor!"

"As long as I can hit, I can defeat any opponent!"

"See clearly Wang Ma, Wu Leihuan, cold and empty, I will never lose to anyone, and I will never let anyone look at me!"

The reason is that he is struggling to attack while roaring in his heart.

As his confidence became more and more inflated,

Puff!

The black wood magic gun attacked, the right arm of the left hand stabbed into the rational person, and the right hand stabbed into the rational chest.

"Don't you really think you can defeat me?"

"I just move along your tricks, and you're floating?"

"I can't even see the gap between the enemy and me, you still have the learning of the ghost."

Black wood noodles pulled out their hands, and the rational wound spurted up the blood of the big fluff instantly. "It's too weak.

"Give you the last blow, let you know what the gap between power is."

At the same time, the black wood standing in the same place after the war, the front frame of the left hand, the right hand pinching the fist across the waist, and the pose of the cat foot quickly moved forward.

In the field of vision, time seems to be stagnant, and the attack of black wood has become a slow move in his eyes.

"I remembered it, the last time I was defeated by Wang Ma also felt this."

The eyes of the person's eyes emerge from the light of hope,

"I am entering the limit state again, so everything will look slower."

"I see clearly, then I still have a chance!"

Regardless of the wound of the blood, the legs are forceful, and the palms are gripped and hesitated to hedge the past.

"Victory is me."

Alas!

The fist was printed on the orbits, and the consciousness of the reason instantly fell into the boundless darkness.

Seeing clearly, I don't want to hide it.

However, even if the serious injury does not give up the will of fighting, it can be regarded as a little bit of black wood.

(This chapter is finished)